Owned By The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

Aemon yelled as soon as he came back for her. "Y-you fvcking k-killed," she said toughly, enduring the pain and trying not to lose her consciousness. Aemon smirked for a while. "I'm not a killer though," he said before carrying her. "W-What are you?" she asked. "I'm a Mafia boss, Lily...you're marrying a Mafia boss." Fvck, I'll be tied to a Mafia boss.

Kira spoke in the same careless tone. “And he is one of the biggest mafia bosses of the world… every single criminal organization that runs through the continent – drugs, guns, theft, every damn thing, is owned by him,” Taron finished. And he was pleased to see that finally Kira was shocked. Kira’s mouth hung open at these words. “Mafia boss?” Kira spoke in a whisper.

"How did you manage to book this beautifully mesmerizing place in such a short time?" I asked, while still mesmerized. "Your husband is a mafia, so if you want, I can own the whole town for you, but if you get hurt somehow, well, that's not going to happen in this lifetime, but if a single scratch on your body and I will be the one to burn this whole fucking New York City."

Bianca said, looking at both sides. “Worse? What exactly?” I raised an eyebrow, trying to get information out of them. “That Giovanni is more than just a businessman. He’s a mafia boss. Think about it—no one challenges him, no one questions his decisions, and the people who do? They just… disappear,” Bianca said as she leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aurelio laughed. “Uh huh, sure!” his mom replied raising her two fingers in the air. She slowly nod her head with a smile “And my Grandpops, Mr Maynard..The boss, the CEO of Xithun organization. He is a Mob boss” he replied as her eyes went wide open. “A Mafia?!” she asked “Yep! Exactly, so I am such a wonderful son, I’ll be taking over the both of them except my mom’s business.. I don’t want that” he replied.

My head throbbed, but when I tilted it back against the seat, my eyes caught something above the cockpit door. A small, elegant crest. Black and gold. A lion with a crown. The word Moretti curled underneath it. I sucked in a slow breath through my nose. Well, shit. You’d have to be living under a rock not to know the Moretti name. Even in the shiny, safe part of the world I lived in, you heard the rumors. Drugs. Arms. Blood. Power. Mafia royalty. And now, apparently, my new landlords. I sighed loudly, dragging a hand through my hair. My fingers snagged on tangles and dried sweat. Great. I probably looked like I crawled out of a damn dumpster.

" Logan DeAngelo is a feared, ruthless and notorious mafia boss who most of the time ranked first among the most popular and richest Mafia bosses in the entire world. And he was the very first when narrowed down to Italy....... " I sighed again, trying to give Maddy a hint that I didn't care about her lame mafia story. Seriously, she has got to stop doing this. "....... Owning powers over his family's companies and numerous power plants wasn't enough. He wanted more and everything he could lay his hands on. He's rumored to be known as the second coming of the devil himself because of his cruel ways of dealing with people below him...... "

he finished. No… it couldn’t be. I’d been claimed by the most feared mafia boss in the country. Luca Giordano Bianchi. And I'd just be bought by the devil himself.

This was between Jeremy and me. " I do not give the flying fu*k about how much you took, but I care about who you sold it to. We do not sell to children," my voice was more like a growl. I have been a mafia boss for a couple of years already, and everyone knew what I was capable of. I have heard some call me ruthless, but I couldn't care less. I even like it. That kept them on their toes around me. " I would never sell it to children. They were teenagers, " Jeremy replied as if that could change anything in my opinion.

His form eclipsed my dad’s as he stepped forward. “Your dad was foolish enough to gamble all his money away. He desperately auctioned you to bounce back. Standing before you is Lorenzo De Luca, the Black Rose of the Sicilian Mafia. Your new owner,” he explained, his face devoid of emotion. Auction? Mafia? Owner? “Owner? What is that supposed to mean?” “I bought you. Now I own you,” he proclaimed. There was definitely a problem, but it couldn’t be this horrible nonsense I just heard. Of course, he’s just messing with me.