Owned By The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

The mafia boss stopped looking at the pole to focus his eyes on his employee; it was clear who he was, and all he could do was sigh. "Well, it's the best night of my life." "Where is he?" "In the entrance hall. Are you going there?" "No..." he adjusted himself. "Have him come in." He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow as he thought about this visit; he knew it had to happen, but he was annoyed that it had happened so soon, I mean, he had just arrived that same day... "Andrei," he appeared with that hypocritical smile that made him want to smile and also made him want to give him a satisfying punch in the face. "It's been a while since we last saw each other."

She ended up staying through the entire conversation and the things she heard during made her blood run dry. "This is the only way. I wouldn't have suggested it if it wasn't." She recognised the voice that spoke. How couldn't she when it belonged to DON Matteo, one of her father's oldest friends and trusted confidants and a man she had done well to avoid all her life.

said Abeni nervously. Elena leaned in closely towards Abeni across the dining table and lowered her voice. "Dmitry Kuznetsov is the leader of one of the biggest mafia groups in New York at just 35..." revealed Elena dramatically. "Mafia!" exclaimed Abeni in shock. "Yes, mafia. He literally owns the whole city - clubs, casinos, hospitals, schools, supermarkets, hotels, cars - literally everything," explained Naledi seriously. Abeni's face froze in fear. "So you're telling me my father borrowed money from a mafia leader..." she said slowly.

“I’m sorry for the noise, sir. I was about to kick them out.” The manager ignored John and walked straight to Marco. “Thank you so much, Mr. De Luca,” he said, handing Marco some paperwork. Then, turning to the waiter, he added, “As of today, the café belongs to the De Luca chain of enterprises.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at the look on John’s face. He looked completely flabbergasted, his earlier bravado crumbling. Marco glanced at me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “See? Problem solved.”

I was naked under the sheets and before I wouldn't have cared but now I did, it seemed to me like it was a strange man before me and not my Amos. “I've been in the Mafia since I was in high school, five years ago, I became the boss, you have probably heard about us in the news,” he said, mentioning the name of the Mafia that he belonged to. No, the Mafia that he owned. I gasped and shifted away from him. I had truly heard of them. They were the most ruthless and the strongest Mafia organization in the country. They were so powerful and dangerous that even the government was working with them. “Sweetness… Baby… please don't do that to me, I can't live without you,” he begged trying to close t

I stopped a cab and gave him the address to my second job, ignoring the eyebrow the cab driver raised at me. In about ten minutes, we were there. The Raven, the club where I worked, was one of the biggest nightclubs in the city. There were rumors that the owner had connections to the mafia, but what did I care? The patrons were rich and they paid very well, and that was all I needed. I paid the cab drivers and took the back entrance reserved for workers, nodding at the bouncer stationed there who recognised me and let me through. I followed the narrow hallways until I got to my cubicle, where all my costumes and wigs were exactly the way I left them.

"I know, that's why I want to ask you to think about both of us, but not in a hurry. I love you Louise, I don't know how to say what I feel, it's something totally new to me too, but I can't have you away from me anymore." "So don't let me go." Maurício This morning I received a call from the Mafia, by order I would be the new boss, but for that I would need to be married or have a child. "I won't let you, but I need you to answer me as soon as possible." Her doubtful face was on and she charmed me by smiling. The effect of the alcohol was already taking its toll on Louise, alcohol and her definitely don't mix. I was just watching her, her laughter, her hair toss, and her will to live.

Megan blabbered. "You have too many questions. Boss doesn't like when we ask too many questions." "I promised I won't say anything. I just wanna know who he is. Who I'm dealing with. I don't wanna die not knowing who killed me." "I doubt he will kill you now. He told you his name." Caroline giggled as she thought this woman is something else. "Boss is the head of the Italian mafia. That much I can tell you." Megan gulped audibly as terrifying scenes crossed her mind after she heard the word mafia. Her palms became sweaty. Hadn't realised she was holding her breath, she turned to look at Caroline.

Tony said simply. “What like the Mafia?” Said Grace shocked. “The Mafia is the Italian version, you already met Xan who is the Chinese Gang Syndicate leader and you already met the European one as well!" Tony said carefully. “Xan, that arsehole I just stared down?” Grace said and Tony nodded. "Who is the European one?” She asked quickly. Tony sighed and said “Kurt Blackwood!” There was a silence as the blood drained out of Grace’s face. She felt like someone had ripped her heart out and kicked her in the stomach at the same time.

Matteo said. "Let me make myself clear, Matteo. I do not want some whore you bought," Matteo's son, Vittore answered in a deadly calm voice. Now that word hurt. It made terrifying memories flash in my mind. I sagged, being held up my two men as I tried not to have a panic attack. I breathed slowly. Now was not the time Dalia. You are free ok? You are out. Breathe. Breathe... "I realise she is in fact pathetic but, she is property of our mafia. She's worth billions," I was confused at that.