My Mobster Girlfriend Novels & Stories

"so do all mafia leaders provide their girlfriends with so much information about their businesses or is your boyfriend way to liberal to believe that as his girlfriend you deserve to know it all" it surely didnt sound offensive to lindsay but all those who knew isabella, would know that she was purposely being rude and offensive. lindsay just chuckled in reply for a few moments and that infuriated isabella even more. so she was his girlfriend. "Well I wouldn't know now would I?" Lindsay chuckled. "Since my boyfriend is not a mafia leader" she continued. Isabella looked at her confused. "But didn't you just pointed out a few moments ago that he is a mafia leader?" Isabella asked.

(Alessia’s POV) I didn't expect Victor to propose so soon. In fact, I had only agreed to be his girlfriend a week ago. But he looked at me with such sincerity, his voice firm. "I've been dreaming of this moment for five years." "It's not fast for me. I just want to have you, completely. To be your husband. Darling, I'm the one who needs a little security from you." The ruthless Italian Godfather, who made life-or-death decisions without blinking, now looked... almost vulnerable.

Only then did she adjust her position, but Isis moved. They’re in his favorite position again. Him, hugging her waist while making her arm his pillow. She didn't complain anymore. She knew the young man was more comfortable when they were in that position, so she let him be. She smiled while stroking her boyfriend's face. “The noble-mafia boss of Asia...” she said in a whisper, “my boyfriend.” She laughed and shook her head. She has a very cool boyfriend who’s a freaking mafia boss of Asia and who also happens to be a Count, a royalty. A noble man.

My driver’s girlfriend glared at me from the front passenger seat and snapped, “Can't you read? You’re always mooching rides off my boyfriend. Have you no shame? If you can’t afford a ride, just stay home. People like you are the worst!” I looked at my driver, Jason, completely baffled. He hurried over to me and lowered his voice to explain, “Miss Silva, my girlfriend doesn’t know I’m a driver. She’s pretty possessive. She only put up that note because she loves me.

"He brought this many men? If I didn't know better, I'd think he absolutely hated his girlfriend." "Good thing he failed. At least now she sees what kind of animal he really is." "Saying she wasted his time? That's actually hilarious." "Look at how that whole family dresses. They've definitely been living off her money for years." "With someone supporting him like that, his job probably wasn't bad either." "If she kept putting off marriage, maybe it's because he wasn't ambitious enough." "I doubt that's the only reason. That homegirl of his keeps calling herself his queen or whatever. Who could tolerate their boyfriend having a girl like that around?"

“Sorry, about that, what was he? Like his profession?” “He was an FBI agent,” “FBI agent?” I drawled. “Yes,” she concurred. “Wow, I didn't know those fuckers fall in love,” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “So what about you? Where's your girlfriend? Because I was wondering why you want me to be your pet when the last time I checked I saw you and her together” She asked. “Good question,” I placed my hand in my pocket, brought out my phone, and showed her the video Rodriguez sent me.

"Okay, angelo mio. Everyone is excited to see you so get some rest tomorrow is a very busy day." I smiled weakly. My engagement party was tomorrow, to a man I hardly knew. His name was Emilio Armani and he was 40, the head of the Italian mafia. A shiver ran down my spin. I had just turned 20, but this was a peace treaty that had to be honored. If it was violated in any way, they would come after me and my family.

it's okay with me. Let's see what he calls? "She's my....." I waited patiently. Don't you dare call me your girlfriend or wife. ".....new house maid." My jaw dropped in disbelief. Marcel snickered in return, "Just a house maid and got an attitude like a boss." A freaking house maid. Seriously??!! I've got a degree in finance and business management with good scores for god sake. I wanted to yell but sadly I couldn't. Because standing infront of me were two terrifying mobsters.

one of the other girls spoke up. The entire space fell silence for a short while before Jacob let go of his collar and moved the rest followed him out leaving just Alex and the girl that just stood up for him. "Thank you about that, I'm really really so greatful!" Alex thanked her. "Ooh that? That was nothing and don't give to much thought to Jacob and the others, they are just one bitter set of humans," she added. "I'm Joyce by the way, but my friends call me Joy for short!" She introduced herself.