My Mobster Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“Leo keeps his word,” Susan scoffed, “Oh sure he does. He threatened to hurt you if you didn't return his money in two weeks and sure enough, he did. Of course he keeps his word. I see why you have such faith in him,” she added sarcastically. “And what exactly are you ‘working on’ this time around? Are you going to borrow money from yet another mob boss or are you going to make another bad investment?”

But inside, he rubs it though is one off-shade silver hair. “Joelle.” No, I was hoping that he was going to say that it was some stripper whom he had a one-night stand. That I can live with… But…Ya…Fuck me… The girl that I am in love with is a fucking wife of DeCarlo, the Mob Boss of the west. Can this not get any more fucked up than it is? Do I even dare to ask the question?

He bought a necklace that he quickly put around my neck. -I don't know if I'm your boyfriend or whatever. But you are my girlfriend. The first. So you better bring something that I gave you- He murmured so low that I hardly heard him. What?! -FIRST GIRLFRIEND?- I asked a little too loud. -Shhhh- He covered my mouth with his hand- Stop embarrassing me. I've never had a serious girlfriend. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not the type to party and have a lot of free time. I don't know what time I could spend with someone else. I have not met any girl that I have thought that I would like to know her better and that she was mine. No. I've seen women and I said, I was fucking that one tonight.-

"I just so happened to receive a text from my mother." The capo and the underboss are completely baffled, curious to know what the boss's mother has to do with the capo this time. Markus continues to ask, "What have I done? I have not really done anything for mother to even text you." "Mother texted me, stating, that we have a whole gang of visitors at home, one of whom just so happens to be your girlfriend and your future wife. Who the hell is your future wife? And when did you even have a girlfriend? And what gang is she a part of that they have to visit you at home with their whole crew? Did you fucking get her pregnant and run away?"

I loved the concept of saving the damsel in distress. But then everything went down the hill when I discovered who my Girlfriend was. My Girlfriend had kept one of the biggest truths of her life from me. My Girlfriend was never a damsel in distress. My Girlfriend was Mafia Queen! **** Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) -Ongoing Her life was full of misery and pain until she found out about her mysterious lover on the day of her thirteenth birthday. That person started to take care of her from a distance. What would happen when she gets separated from her mysterious love?

She groaned and tugged at the strands of hair on her head. Alexander Moretti was forbidden fruit, he’d always been. In the past he was her older brother’s best friend, her father’s best friend’s son and a Mafia successor, but now he was the Don and he had a girlfriend.

I roll my eyes at the euphemism and Christian’s shoulders slump a little as he admits, tacitly, that he’s dancing around it a bit. “Fine,” he says, holding a hand up, “my mistress, my girlfriend. Whatever you want to call her. It’s not unprecedented, Iris – a lot of mob bosses – most of them, honestly – have girls on the side. Even girls down the hall, like Lucy is now.” My mouth falls open at this news, horrified at the idea. “But I was never going to say yes,” Christian says softly, reaching out for me. Again, I flinch away. “You were touching her, Christian,” I snap, shaking my head and frowning at him. “Stroking her hair like you were considering it, had even said yes –“

Her breath hitched, but she stood her ground, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. I tilted my head, smirking. "Carino, take a look at yourself. Let’s say I set you free. Where would you go?" I let the question hang between us, knowing she had no answer. "You have no life outside of me. No identity. Your name, your existence—it's all tied to me now." I took another step, lowering my voice. "You’re the girlfriend of the mafia lord of New York, sweetie. The sooner you realize that, the better for you."

Svetlana dove behind it, panting like wounded prey. The door burst open. Three men entered. Armed. The wind came with them, bringing the scent of an approaching storm. “Hand over the girl,” one said flatly. “We don’t want trouble.” The man behind the bar narrowed his eyes. “What girl?” “Don’t play games. We saw her come in.” One of the patrons glanced at the speaker’s hand. Noticed the ring. Swallowed hard. “‘Ndrangheta,” he whispered to his friend.

Ycson agreed. "It's up to you to choose, sir." I left and returned to the place where the pads were. I took all kinds of napkins here and ignored the women whispering around. "God! He's so handsome! His girlfriend is very lucky." "I hope I can steal him!" I went straight to the cashier and heard Ycson's soft laugh. "Damn! I can't imagine that this future Mafia Boss is buying a lot of pads." "Shut up!" West and Eros shouted.