Real Life Handsome Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

“Hmm. That’s probably a good thing. We couldn’t find any direct links to you, even though you grew up near Sicily. You always go by Tris, which makes things simpler compared to other undercover folks.” Having a name similar to my own helps me stay grounded. Some people need to completely separate from their real lives, but for me, it’s easier to weave in real details than to make up stories and keep track of them. “So, what’s the deal with the De Luca family?” I pull my hand away from James’s and start rubbing his thigh in slow circles. “They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.”

And if I use my brain right I am sure he won't find me. I still can't believe I saved the Mafia king's life. I also found out that man's name. He is a white-collar businessman, really famous, Arcangelo Romano. He is one of the richest men in Italy. He had the face of an angel. Very handsome. Gorgeous even.

Well asides from him being the king of the Irish mafia he was also a very successful, wealthy and power business man, one so influential he was feared and respected by everyone in town. His face is plastered on magazines, his name topped number two on Forbes lists, he’s not just rich but he’s also an incredibly handsome man, even more handsome in real life. You would think for one who’s rumored to be the most ruthless killer he should have obvious signs of violence visible on his face.. But he doesn’t! Instead he was devastatingly handsome in a way that felt unfair. With his sexy sharp jaw. Yes I said sexy and his dark hair cut neatly. With his broad shoulders filling out his suit like it wa

I should have left him but I walked over to the balcony and stood next to him ,hands on the railing . “I’m sorry “ I said barely above a whisper. “Don’t be , I’m the one who’s sorry” did almighty mafia bad boy king Cain Adams just apologize to me? “ I’ve been treating you like shit since you got to the Cosa Nostra “ he adds. I nod my head speechlessly , the last thing I expected was an apology from him .

A fatty bald middle age man came out of the building followed some several tall and big man's behind him. As soon as Riks saw him he quickly crawled and cried. "Boss, please help us." He frowned. "Who are you? How dare you hurt men!" The entire crowd went silent, as they recognized him. He is the infamous Mafia boss. On the othe side, one of Dulce's friend whispered. "Oh my god Dulce, your son in law is in a big trouble now, he offended that guy!" As she pointed her hand on the bald guy. "He is the Mafia boss in this State.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

Even Rona doesn't know him or any of us know about the real personality of our boss. All I know is that he is a mafia boss. I don't need to find out what his profession in life is because it is obvious from the huge bodies of his bodyguards outside that he is not just any ordinary billionaire. It's not possible that he just thought of building this kind of business and recruited women to serve him just because he wanted to. I've seen a lot of movies like this and their mafia bosses are often handsome and handsome. So sometimes it makes me think too. Is he as handsome and cool as the ones I see on television?

When I was 18, my Mamma was diagnosed with late-stage cancer. To treat her, I borrowed money everywhere I could, drowning myself in debt, yet it barely kept her alive. Cornered by life, I met Enzo Lombardi. He was the most mysterious and powerful mafia boss in Montavello, a man who ruled the business world just as easily. He sat across from me in a sharp suit, lit a cigar, and said lightly, "As long as you stay with me, money won't be a problem."

Right in between his legs and he bell back with a groan. “ Bitch!” He snarled at me, his eyes darkened. I shriveled in fear, my neck shrunk and my eyes went low as I avoided his gaze. I mumbled repeatedly, “ I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to. “ I knew what these men were and amongst all of them, he was the strongest, the one with the real power. The capo. And I just had the audacity to kick his dick. The Mafia had one rule,

I rolled my eyes as I adjusted myself back on the seat. “What are you?” I demanded. “I’m a man.” “Karl.” He grinned. “Okay, okay.” He sighed and leaned back. “I’m just… a right-hand man.” “That is the vaguest job description in history.” “I work with the mafia, love.” Silence stretched between us. My head was just blank. He turned to face me. “Massimo is a mafia boss. I’m his right-hand man.” The words came out way too casually. Like he’d just said he works in accounting. My mouth hung open. My brain rebooted twice. Oh my goodness.