Sexy Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

“He was at one of my clubs, drunk might I add, before saw me. He claimed that ‘Ezra D’Caprio’, in his eyes, ME, ruined everything for him alongside his wife. He started public shooting, and almost killed three girls at the club. Thankfully, the cops weren’t around the scene when we got out, and people were yet to arrive in full numbers. But I had to close down for a while. Now, I came here because if men are going to end up coming to Moscow to ruin my business, then I am going to have to deal with you.” “You’re part of the mafia, aren’t you?” “Isolated or not, it runs in our blood. I am Pakhan, or in other words, Boss bossov.” Boss of Bosses. “Or what you call a Capo dei Capi.” “Separated or

"You are assigned to Ms. Reed. Your only job is her safety. You do not leave her side. You anticipate danger. You clear every room. You are her shadow." Kaela gave a single, sharp nod. "Understood." Alexandra watched this. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself. "Who is Carlo Marchetti?" Liam walked to the kitchen island. He poured two fingers of whiskey and drank it in one swallow. The burn grounded him. He turned to face her. "He is a relic. He is my father's contemporary. He runs his business the old way-drugs, extortion, human trafficking. He believes in fear. He believes in blood feuds. He believes in sending messages through bedroom windows."

He's really run out of love for her, I tell myself. I start to worry if he's okay when the clock’s short hand hits 8 PM. Is he safe? Is he back home? Are there casualties? I start asking myself as if I should. Well, I need to know if my boss is okay. Heaven knows I care a lot for him more than I should. He is my boss, not just that, a Mafia boss at that , I remind myself. I drag myself upstairs making my way into my room but I meet a shocker. I see my boss sitting on the couch, drinking from a bottle of whiskey.

It was a stupid question. The man was a Russian mob boss, after all. If he wanted to get into anywhere, he would. Least of all, her car. As Travanto and his men left the office, Siena stood by the window, watching as they climbed into their SUVs and drove away. Her mind was still spinning, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. She turned to Marco, who had been standing awkwardly by the door, his hands massaging his neck. “Apparently, Travanto did hear me call him a thug,” Marco said softly, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

*************** Loud movement in the lobby of one of the huge hotels indicates the presence of an important figure, as the reception hall was filled with a large number of guards, who were followed by a man in the fifty-fifth year, although his true age did not appear. Is Stephen here yet?! Man: Not yet, sir. He will be here in an hour Well, tell him when he comes to go to my wing first Man: Thank you, Mr. Marcus Marcos Bennini or the sadist is the fiercest mafia boss in America, no one dares to challenge him, and it only happened once, a young girl did it and insulted him by rejecting his son in public, and if it wasn't for her father's position and his son's keenness to receive her punishm

You were taught to hate each other since childhood* *You are the daughter of a powerful Cosa Nostra mafia boss. You helped your father in his business, and you were no more ruthless than he was, and you were easier with people. Those who did not know you as an heiress to the mafia would not say that you are a ruthless killer.* *Damien Morretti is the boss of the Camorra mafia. A ruthless, cold-blooded mafioso with whom you have been enemies since childhood. After the death of his father, he inherited the power of the mafia, and he did it no worse than his father.*

"Señorita, are you all right?" "I'm not. Donna, please the cops. Call Adam!" "If Luke and the rest would get caught, Martin would also be investigated. So far, only a few know that he's a mafia leader. That he is no other than the notorious mafia boss of the Scarface Gang in Italy. Señorita, do you want that to happen?" Donna intuitively asked a question I couldn't get to find the right answer. I just shook my head in my response. "Let's go to your room. You need to rest!"

She wasn't the extraordinary with blue eyes or an hour glass body but she was far more attractive than those desperate wannabes. She was a ticking bomb. A bomb that made me realize I had a fucking fiancée, Stella. And what I was doing, was fucking wrong. Lusting over a girl who was far younger than me? She made the Italian Mafia boss kneel on his knees. And the boss was me. Fucking me. Zeus Serafino -- Capo of the Italian Mafia. An angelic laugh brought me back from the daze I was in. Her eyes flickered to mine for a moment but soon went back towards the screen. I could see a patch of faint redness creeping up her cheeks.

No sector was spared in the whole thing and Macko who is the mastermind of the whole thing was still on the run, Luciano has sent men after him but so far, no one knows where he was, not even his bride-to-be knew where he was, with the papers Don had signed which turned out not to be the proposer he was initially given, Macko was able to get funds from all sectors of the Siegel empire and he even went as far as getting a huge loan from three major banks, yes, they have borrowed from the banks before when they acquire things but they made sure to pay back in time which is why the banks had freely given out the loans not knowing it was a huge fraud, turns out all the money he collected was pus

WE’RE JUST PARTNERS? LAURA “Can I have your boots, ma’am?” I jolted at the sound. My mind had been too fucked up by everything going on. Damon was the Don, and he definitely kept to his words. If all of these were true, by tomorrow I’d be debt-free and my mum safe. I’d be completely trapped in this huge house, and I most certainly would have that huge and only cock I’d ever seen inside me. No, in his words, I’d beg to have it inside me.