Sexy Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

she asked, and Mina stopped in her tracks; she glared at the female. "So, can I come uninvited?" she asked coldly, and the receptionist shivered. "You can," she said, and gently moved her hands, pointing straight at the door. "Good." Mina pushed through the heavy door into the inner suite of the site. The mafia boss sat behind a scarred wooden desk, lighting another cigarette. His eyes narrowed as she approached, and Mina dropped a thick bundle of cash right in front of him. "Christian has become cocky," she said flatly. "He needs to be dealt with."

“If I ask you of course it matters, are you a maid? did they let you attend the party and you're so grateful to be in the middle of high society?” What a clueless little man, all his beauty ended there for me. Arrogant jerk. “Let me guess, you must be the asshole son of some criminal in here and you grew up thinking that everything is about your navel? and that everybody is afraid of you because you are the son of a don, but the reality is that you have never left the video game and you only live by retelling daddy's stories!” He started laughing, laughing at my face with disdain that made me so angry I could punch him in the face.

“You’re seriously telling me... you came here… to Italy… to stay with your stepbrother, who you’re clearly in love with, who clearly fucks with your head, and you didn’t tell him you’re dying?” “I’m not dying.” “You have six months.” “That’s what they said—” “That’s what the doctor said, Camilla!" She yells. "I'm sorry." I resigned. My chest tightens painfully as I turn away, breathing deep through my nose, trying to stay standing. “You were right about him, Jess,” I say, voice low, quiet, barely audible. “Matias is Mafia. He's the boss, actually.” She freezes. “Wait—what?” I nod once. “He’s not just part of it. He runs it. He’s dangerous. Cold. He owns everything around him, and it’s not ju

He stood aloof there, dark and extremely intimidating that radiates beastliness. He walks inside towards the kingly chair with big strides and his presence strikes fear in anyone in the room and put them into their rightful places. The Mafia Boss's hooligans make way for their Big Boss and his men went inside while heads remained bowed. Their Big Boss is seated opposite the bed where Sumire was laying weak and defenseless, looking so hot and sexy in her ruined clothes. He didn't notice her presence in the room as Sumire was now unmoved and silent, quietly dealing the drug that had slowly taken over her sanity.

I was lying in the biggest bed I had ever seen, wearing an unfamiliar silk robe. Where am I? Suddenly, the door creaked open. I turned my head weakly, and there he was. The masked man—Dominic. But now, his face was fully revealed. And I knew him. “You…” I murmured, voice hoarse. Dominic Villaraza. Son of Lucio Villaraza—my father's worst enemy. The boy I met only once at my mother’s funeral. He was older now, sharper, and far more dangerous.

But when I turned around, it wasn’t him. It was Murphy. My whole body froze. He walked toward me casually, hands in his pockets, a lazy smirk on his lips. My fists clenched by instinct, though I didn’t know what I could do with them. I was scared, any sane person would be, but I wasn’t going to show it. “You’re one of Bruno’s men, right?” I asked, keeping my voice steady. He tilted his head and gave a half-smile. “Yeah. I run a few of Bruno’s businesses in Colombia.”

"I have kept something from you, something important you should know. So you should prepare for whatever happens and whatever you see." He did this again; his pause, the muscles of his jaw clenching, like an internal war was being fought. "I am the head of a mafia, Camilla, I run an American Mafia organization. Those words just hung in the air while my brain worked overtime to process the litter that literally spewed out of his mouth. I stared, gawking with some sort of shock running through me. "You…you're serious?”

“Amber checked what other information he sent to Meximburg. These fucking Russians forgot there place. Make sure they don’t get any clue about Dini to save her from unwanted attacks. They surely try to harm her in any way. “ He looked at Mikhail’s dead body and said while spit on it “Thanks me Mikhail that I give you more time to tell me your Scumbag fucking Boss residence, because the whole mafia world has only one CAPO or BOSS that is Falcone D’Alberto. Amber kept him in the rat cell and made more art on his body till his boss’s body will join him tomorrow…..and don’t disturb me again at this time. You are well capable of handling this kind of issue.” he smashed his face under his shoes. "

"I would like to leave the house more.am getting stir fried crazy from being indoors all day.i wasn't aware that I am a prisoner here ". "You are not a prisoner.you can go wherever you want, just not alone".Enzo frowns at me.dropping his cutlery to stare at me. "So I will have to go out with bodyguards.people will look at me funny".I roll my eyes. "No one will dare to look at my wife funny.you are supposed to go out with them anyways.people will look at you funny if you are seen without bodyguards.bad people will target you.you are the wife of a mafia boss.it Is for your own safety,mia Moglie ".

He pressed a lingering kiss to my cheek and leaned back, a highly satisfied smirk playing on his lips. My face instantly burned bright red. I quickly looked down at my feet. No one had ever called me beautiful with such a raw, tender intensity. "You literally know everything about my life, but I know absolutely nothing about yours," I noted, desperately trying to steer the conversation away from my burning cheeks. His jaw instantly locked. He took a sharp, rigid breath. "As long as you know nothing about me, you are safe, Love," he stated, his tone shifting completely. The warm, teasing man vanished, replaced by the guarded mafia boss. "I have work to do. If you need anything, ask Susan or Y