My Mobster Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“I don’t know why, but I find everything about you, especially your eyes, very attractive. I just can’t stop thinking about them.” “Nothing is ever going to happen between us. Not just because of Archer, but because I’m done dating criminals, and I mean it. So even if you are being a hundred percent sincere, I’m just not interested in this,” I asserted, watching something flicker in his eyes. “Now, drop me home, and after that, I don’t want to hear from you.” “Alright,” he agreed, and I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. He wasn’t like other men, he was a mob boss and I knew they didn’t give up easily.

"She is!" I retorted back, daring him and Mark to do whatever they wanted to do. "Don't you dare address her as a whore again. Sandra here is my girlfriend, your friend might be the one who deserves that title." I drew back and stared at him with disbelief, I couldn't believe Grace would fall in love with a man like this. "You bastard! Your stupid girlfriend is the whore. You think you'd beat my friend up and I would just sit back and watch without doing anything?"

He might have been on my side tonight, but who knew when it was going to change? I stretched my lips into a smile and bowed my head. “Once again, thank you for helping me.” He chuckled. “My pleasure.” I grabbed the handle and opened the door when one more question came to mind. “Just out of curiosity… why did the son of the mafia boss want to kill you?” A devilish grin parted Kaiden's lips. “I fucked his girlfriend.” My brows rose. “Did you know she was his girlfriend?” He breathed out a laugh and locked his eyes on mine. “Well, she was no longer his when I fucked her.”

I knew within me that he has something up his sleeve, and that is why he is so calm. “You wound me, my love. How can you compare both men when you have only tasted one? You need to give us both a fair chance, I need to have a taste of your cunt!” he let out boldly, using offensive words to provoke my anger. I swatted his had away, when he tried to grab my ass. What the hell was I thinking when I came here?” “You can disrespect me all you want, I don’t give a fuck. I am here to warn you about that bitch you call a girlfriend. I have enough evidence to prove that she is doing business with the Russian mob boss.

I huffed, walking over to her. “A hot mother.” A guy commented as he walked down the stairs. “Hi. I’m a mother-fucker.” He smirked cheekily at me with an outstretched hand for me to shake. “Clearly.” Thea mumbled rolling her eyes at the guy in disgust. “You must be new here.” I smiled sweetly at him. “I’m Mia Queen, the capo’s girlfriend.” I added smugly. The next few seconds were more than comical as a hundred different shades of fear crossed the guy’s face before he ran away.

of national celebrity. One newspaper dubbed her "the most successful woman in all of America." Not surprisingly, young Arlyne Weiss imagined no higher calling than that of mobster's girlfriend. The job description was vague. A mob girl had to be pretty, since she spent much of her time serving as an "object woman," hanging on the arm of a gangster. She had to be reliable, since she was often sent on errands and delivering messages. This was particularly important at a time when, thanks to federal investigators who had developed a knack for tapping phones, calls were no longer secure. To officiate as a mistress and confidante, a mistress cum geisha whose constant companionship provided the t

She was my princess, and I knew she will rule my heart like a queen when we will grow old. I am smart, brave, and very over-protective of the person whom I love. I love the concept of saving the damsel in distress. But then everything went down the hill when I discovered who my girlfriend is. My Girlfriend had kept one of the biggest truths of her life from me. My Girlfriend was never a damsel in distress. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen!

‎I mean, who wouldn't believe? ‎ ‎Your features kinda complement mine, and we could pull off this Bonnie and Clyde thingy without anyone suspecting a thing, and you can have whatever you want, and I'll impress the board members and the investors. ‎ ‎I couldn't believe my ears, this motherfucker really thinks I'm a contract girlfriend. I'm not gonna do it, Ethan. ‎ ‎I don't care if you fire me or ensure I don't get any other job in this city. I won't do it.

I had walked right into the lion's den, and I needed to be ready for a bloodbath indeed. “Is that understood?” Sniff. “Answer me.” He growled, tightening his grip on my jaw. “Yes,” I forced a smile, “I understand. What were you saying about me being your American girlfriend from the Coyote Mafia?” He scoffed, taking my hand now. “The real game is only just beginning, and you're already flopping?” “You should have said all this in the car instead of trying to play the hot, sexy mafia Capo you’re not,” I replied through gritted teeth.

Violet's POV I looked at Tracy to make sure she is safe. She was bending under the seats like me and clutching her head. But she wasn't screaming. She was calm. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Tracy!" She looked at me and smiled! "What? How are you so cool with what is happening?" I nearly yelled. "V you are the girlfriend of the most dangerous mobster. These kind of situations are bound to happen. Remember when you told me about Gio? I told you that I am ready for such an adventure." I looked at her like she is crazy.