Novel & Cerita My Mobster Boyfriend

He asked me, softly this time, and I chewed on my lips. "He is my childhood best friend. Oh, and do you know he is in the Mafia also? But hey, shush! Do not tell this to anyone. No-one. I have a mafia boyfriend." I said, and he blinked his eyes, and I ran his fingers through his perfectly styled hair, making them a little messy. "You know his hair has the same color as your hair. Oh, and your eyes match his. Are you his doppelganger?" I asked him, curious and excited, clapping my hands and he let out a sigh, but chuckled softly.

The whole world stopped in when his body entered the room. Men are said to earn more in tailored suits. He, in a tuxedo, was to eat it and not even leave the bones. The black suit, plus a white shirt and bow tie made him even more attractive. Mafia = Sexy men. It was a good place for a single girl. Best of all, that night that boy was mine, even if it was a cover, but I wasn't going to complain. It was the closest thing to having a gorgeous boyfriend again.

“But please, calm down. You’re panicking right now.” I bit my lower lip as I hiccupped, my chest was heaving heavily on my chest as I tried to calm my nerves. Indeed, I was panicking, but who wouldn’t be, right? Arcel cupped my face gently as she wiped my tears. I closed my eyes, my mind was trying to process what just happened a while ago. “I s-saw it…” I uttered. “Just… who is he?” “He’s the boss,” she suddenly said, making my eyes flutter open as I stared at her. She gave me a smile. “Master Vicenzo is the Don of the mafia.”

I say in a trembling voice. “I’ve waited long enough, baby girl, I’m getting impatient,” he says. “Please, you agreed to give us five months,” I remind him terrified. My younger brother, Eddie, has a gambling problem, he developed it shortly after we lost our parents. I guess playing poker was his way of coping with the loss or something like that. I knew that wasn’t good for him, but I let him be because I thought he needed time to grieve and heal. It wasn’t until those thugs showed up in our apartment that I realized the terrible mistake I made by letting him gamble. Eddie now owes 50,000 dollars to an underground gambling place run by the son of a well-known mobster called Vittorio Ricci.

When we finally parted, breathless and dizzy, he rested his forehead against mine, his eyes dark with emotion. “I will not push you further tonight,” he said, repeating the promise he had made before. “I respect you too much to rush this. But I want you to know—from this moment on, you are not alone anymore. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I am only a call away. Ethan may be your boyfriend, but I will be the one who actually sees you.”

"Rhett might be there." I said nothing. Rhett Holt was Liam's older brother and the subject of approximately forty percent of Liam's bad moods. I had met him twice and on both occasions he had looked at me the way people look at mildly interesting weather — present, briefly noted, forgotten. "Fine," I said. Liam smiled. Squeezed my hand across the table. At least I'll be seeing his mother. The only sane one in that family, if you ask me. I smiled back and ate my tiramisu.

"That depends. Who's the young man you're going out with?" Tasha bit her lip. "His name's Joseph. I don't know much about him, honestly. He's... kind of intense. But calm. Like he's always ten steps ahead of everyone." Debby cackled. "You met him, what, three times? And he already gave you a diamond bracelet. Girl's about to marry a mafia don and doesn't even know it," Debby joked. "It's not like that," Tasha said, but her cheeks flushed anyway. She picked up the bracelet from her dresser. "He gave me this as a graduation gift."

I've decided to take away what's most important to him so that he can't hurt any more girls. Then, he turned around and strode out of the lobby to make a call. Sean stared, gaping, at the man who was on the phone outside the hospital, his entire body frozen in shock. A split second later, he turned to stare at Bonnie. "Your… Your friend? What does he do for a living?" "He's a gangster," Gwen answered before Bonnie could even open her mouth. "He's my boyfriend and the head honcho of all the gangs in Merchant City.

I took a bullet for my mafia boyfriend, Leo, during an attack by a rival family. When I woke up, he thought I had amnesia. So he told me I was his cousin's fiancée. His cousin, Dante. The Don. "Bella? You're awake?" My boyfriend Leo's voice. It came from beside the bed. He sounded... weirdly nervous. I opened my eyes. The hospital ceiling was stark white. My head throbbed, but my mind was sharp.

His touches were smooth and arousing her senses, his chef's hands were definitely not just good enough for the kitchen, it was good enough to keep her begging him to fondle her in every way he could. A faint smile curved on her lips, if only Nathan was not such a serious guy off the bed, he would've made the perfect boyfriend that she might consider to keep for a long term relationship. She wondered if someone like Nathan would ever settle to be a 'fuck buddy' if she ever fell ill on courting him. But he was good enough for now, after all, she can smell the breakfast he was making for her right outside the door. And she had never dated anyone who could do that before.