Owned By The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

Krystal jaw dropped and after a few seconds, she closed her mouth. "oh, okay..I get now, you are claimed by a Mafia boss, Zach Westley, a hot Italian Mafia dude. I mean, everyone in the city knows him and fears him Madison” she replied and I rolled my eyes. " Are you supposed to be telling me that now? I'm getting more scared bae!“ I groaned as I poked her shoulders. She sighed and clicked her tongue. " You know what? Don't worry, he wouldn't hurt you, instead he'll forget you soon” she assured me, I can't agree to that yet.

I deserved to. “So…” I exhaled, looking out the window as the city passed us in streaks of motion and wealth. “Why the media appearance, anyway? Since when do mafia bosses do red carpet strolls?” He leaned back like he’d been waiting for the question. “Because I own DeLuca Companies.” I blinked. “You what?” He gave me that smug half-smile like he’d just casually admitted he owned the moon. “I thought it was some other guy,” I muttered. “Like… a different DeLuca. With less murder.”

he muttered, and I furrowed my brows. What man could he be talking about? “You mean the investor who owns Edge Group?” the lady asked, and he nodded. “He has this commanding, mafia-like aura,” he added, making the lady chuckle, but I stepped back, trying to process his words. Was he talking about Knight? A mafia boss? Who were they kidding?

I started the car and headed for her hotel, my mind racing. She opened the door, her face grim. I stepped in wordlessly and she shut it firmly behind me. "Molly, there's something you need to know about Declan Shaughnessy," she said bluntly. "One of my clients knows him well from his former life in New York. Declan is a crime boss in the Irish mafia." I stared at her; sure I'd misheard. "What? No, Declan owns a security company, he told me ..." I trailed off at the pity in her eyes.

he asked. Not like he cared to know. Whoever it was didn’t stand a chance, but he was still curious. Lately, he hadn’t made trouble with any mafia group, so who would go through this length to sentence this one as a scapegoat to get information about his empire? “It… it was my boss,” even speaking caused him so much pain that he winced after. “Idiot!” Enzo exclaimed in frustration. “Who the hell is your boss?” “He’s… he’s the boss of the Velcan Mafia Empire,” the man blurted.

He gave me a name that awakened all the veins of my body, " Vincenzo.. Vincenzo... Russo...the self-announced new Don of Mafia..."

“Don’t yell at him—he’s the BOSS! He could fire you!” Vincenzo’s eyes were wide, blinking like someone had hit pause on his brain. Alessia gave him a sheepish smile and cleared her throat. “Oops. Forgot I was undercover for a second.” Diana turned quickly and faced Vincenzo, then dropped to her knees. “Please forgive Aunty Alessia, Mr. Vincenzo! She didn’t mean to yell. She was just trying to protect me!” She shut one eye, held her hands together like she was praying to the mafia gods.

“No mistake. You’re Marcus Blackwood. And you owe the Rossi family a debt.” Marcus’s gut twisted. The Rossis old-school Sicilian mafia, rivals to the Vane syndicate Silas had tangled with before going legit. They’d funded some of Marcus’s early plays against Silas, back when he thought he could play both sides. He’d cut ties years ago, or so he thought. The shorter one closed the door, locked it. “You disappeared with our money. Five million. Plus interest. We found you through a little bird in Cyprus. Your brother’s cleanup wasn’t as clean as he thought.”

His hand closed gently around her wrist, pulling it away. “Domenico won't kill me in front of you. And come on… he wouldn’t exactly announce it to you if he did.” His tone was calm now. “Have you gone mad?” Renata groaned, her voice rising before she forced it back down again. “Did you not hear a word I said?” She pulled her hand away from him. “They’re Mafia, Chase. Mafia. And Domenico—” her voice dropped, “he’s their boss. A mafia boss. This isn’t a joke. You don’t get to walk away from people like him.”

After he stayed at the headquarters for almost five hours, Terrence returned inside the mansion to rest. All these mafia boss’ obligations drained him down. He could not believe it till now that a nerd who was once humiliated and despised would become the head of the largest organization in the country. He plopped his tired body on the bed. The memories of how it all began surged back into his head. He closed his eyes as he let the memory engulf him. It was a peaceful Saturday morning. The sun shone brightly and the warm breeze of midsummer air was like enticing people to go out and enjoy it, but young Terrence and Troy were busy reading and arguing about the history of their clan inside Ter