Sexy Mafia Men Novels & Stories

Santino mocks them. Then, he trails towards Amber and says, “Well, I guess you got what you wanted, the big bad mafia man on his knees for you.” She makes eye contact with Alessandro, and she shoots a glance at the gun strapped to her thigh, which is hidden from the view of the rest of the people in the hall. Alessandro smirks at her. “Any last words?” Santino asks as he walks up to Alessandro. He whispers, “Non ti bacerò mai i piedi.”

- I need your loyalty, because I can't do it alone, but I can't allow myself to be betrayed either. - Okay, start by telling me who Maria De La Cruz is, the beautiful Mexican who saved my life, and it wasn't by chance. - I won't tell you much, but I will tell you a little at a time. But let's make it mutual. Do you know who your daddy is? - Yes, a former hitman, and right hand of the most mafia doctor in Latin America. - Very well, you have accepted reality, congratulations, and me? do you know who I am?

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

My head throbbed with pain, I licked my lips. These men looked too polished. Their black suits were perfectly crisp and ironed, their hair perfectly combed and tousled, and I could see their gold chains and watches peeking through from under their dark clothes. They can't be some lowlife kidnappers who want money in return, no, they must want something else. "Who are you?" The man with blue eyes leaned back on his seat, a malicious smirk playing over his lips. "Nikolai Costello" "A-are y-you—" I swallowed, I didn't want to ask them about the money.

“Alessia, always the voice of reason. I just wanted a weekend getaway. Turned off my phone so we could enjoy some peace. I didn’t expect the entire Moretti search party to come looking for me.” We all laughed, the sound easing the heavy weight that had been pressing on us. Ivan pulled out a chair for his girlfriend and sat down beside her. “Everyone, this is Betty. She came all the way from New York to see me.” Betty smiled shyly but warmly, waving at us. Ivan continued with dramatic flair, clearly enjoying the moment. “Betty, meet my soft but extremely dangerous mafia brother, Dante. One wrong look and he might burn down a building. And this beautiful woman beside him is Alessia, my brother

Blow after blow, and pain exploded over her form. "Titus," one of the men said with a lazy tone, "you're gonna kill her if you're not careful. And I ain't had my way with her yet." A snicker arose among the men. Dad, no, Titus, paused, breathing heavily. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then grabbed his jacket from the couch. “She’s not worth it,” he muttered, turning to his friends. “Let’s get out of here. I need a whore.”

"Now you can imagine what I am capable of doing to you, right? You see, my little Love, I could crush your neck right now, and no one would ever know. I could strip you down and fuck you right here on this bed, and absolutely no one would come to save you." His smirk vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, chilling stone. "So, this is my final warning. Do not test my patience. I am already having a very hard time keeping my cool around you, and you are being fucking impossible. The next time you decide to open your smart mouth, think very carefully about the consequences. Alright?" "Y-yes," I choked out, the tears flowing freely now. "Are... are you in the mafia?" the words tumbled out

, Rafael said in frustration and Luca could hear him scramble around, he pulled the gear to drive and tilted into the road and immediately cut the call on a confused Rafael. Few minutes later and he pulled up to the front of the Marco's house and home to the La Corona Nera mafia group. He packed the car and handed the key to one of the valets as he walked into the meeting room, completely ignoring the greetings made by the scared maids. He saw his father and his uncle who also doubled as the consigliere of the group, they were the only ones there.

Jessica inexplicably blurted out a sentence. Henry's eye twitched harshly, he really admired his mommy. How could she think of such a question at this time? Daddy, I mourn for you! "Mummy, you got me amazed!" Jessica smiled, "Don't you think this question has research value?" Both Saxon and Mr. Marcus were exceptionally delicate-looking men. Saxon carried an aura of melancholy, elegant, and prince-like, displaying the traits of a lifetime bottom. But, he was the Italian mafia godfather!

On her neck was a red collar that looked heavy enough to choke a baby to death. Yes, this was a luxurious bar built and founded by Sebastian and his two best friends. This bar consisted of the masochist, submissive, dominant and disciplinary. Of course, it wasn't a bar the government was aware of and even if they did get wind of it, there is nothing they'd be able to do in the presence of three powerful figures. At the center of the bar was bent the scantily clad lady as she screamed and yelled in both pleasure and pain while her insides were being teased by a masked muscular man with a whip in his hand.