Sexy Mafia Men Novels & Stories

Lucas shrugged, then moved the man's body in front of him to recognize who he was and which side he belonged to. Liam's troops. He found that most of the bodies in this mansion were Liam's troops, not the ElWagner troops still loyal to Rafael. "They died because they deserved it. Isn't that right, Axton?" Liam walked down the stairs and stopped not far from him. Lucas nodded, "I think they died not because they deserved it but because you wanted it." There was no fear in his eyes even though he was facing a dangerous man. With all his cunning and bravery, Liam had successfully betrayed Rafael—a big mafia who led an underground network in America and Europe.

Sex-on-legs reached long fingers into his top and spoke briefly to him, who then stiffened and backed away, shaking his head and grabbing back the money he had offered. What the fuck? Is no one good enough for him? Is no one offering him enough money? Something primal had driven Alexander "Xander" Reyes from his blank-walled hotel room, some itch inside him that twenty-four-hour p**n did nothing to scratch. He wanted…jeez…he didn't know what he wanted…just wanted something…more, another man holding him down. Skin stretched over hard muscles. That man.

Albert dragged the trembling boy along with him leaving Fenrir on Damien's mercy. "Hmm... I heard that you like to see your men fucking those innocent young boys?" Damien asked holding his chin. "Whatever you do Damien, I am not afraid of you." Fenrir snorted. "Call 'Brothers' and tell them to fuck him until he is left with no sperm." Damien instructed and left for his office. 'Brothers' was a group of 5 Italian mafia men. They were built with heavy muscles and had ugly appearance with curly hair and dragon tattoos all over their body. They were famous to be ruthless in their job and were bisexual.

Chapter 1: Interest in Flesh Trope: Mafia / Debt / Captive Heat Level: [NOIR] The basement smelled like damp concrete and expensive cigars. Sofia sat on a wooden chair, her hands tied behind her back. She looked up as the heavy metal door groaned open. Marco stepped in. He wasn't wearing a suit today…just a black undershirt that showed off the tattoos climbing up his neck. He was the man her father owed five million dollars to. And since her father didn't have the cash, he had offered Sofia instead.

There was not even a single woman in sight except for the waitress in a skimpy dress that flashed her underwear as she bent to pick something off the floor. All of the men gave Scott a nod, acknowledging his presence. A few of them stood up as Scott walked by. Why does it feel like they were all a part of their mafia? Darkness and cruelty dripped from their eyes. There were just too many tattoos, scars, and scowls in the restaurant. They all avoided looking directly at me maybe it was because I was with their underboss. A few of them glanced at me and then looked back down at whatever they were doing like they have committed a sin.

Dmitri spat out blood in my direction, an act of disrespect. I stood up from the chair and walked closer to him, raising his chin so he could take a look at me. "Unlike your miserable father, I am the biggest Mafia Lord in the entire city. Every single one of my enemies fears me, and they all have the right to do so. I am showing you mercy by exchanging your freedom for that of your sister, you should be thankful." I let go afterward, and with one last look at him, I walked out of the room.

If you're all about safe, good-guy heroes in your romances, this might not be your cup of tea. Each of these Mafia Men carries their own set of scars, desires, and strengths, seeking partners who accept them as they are, without expecting them to change. They're looking for compatibility, not someone who wants to mold them into something they're not. Consider this your final heads-up: Marco Costello is not your typical romantic lead. »»————————«« Trigger Warning: The following book contains imagery that may be distressing to some readers, including violence, gore, sexual content, and crude language. Reader discretion is advised.

“They hired a Russian mobster who played me horrible. I managed to turn the situation around and not get so hurt, but this one is capable of anything. It's a real animal. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. “Do you understand why I really need someone to trust, Mina?” He asks me in his broken voice. “I feel like everyone wants to hurt me. I've done horrible things in my life, but this last time I've tried to fix it by getting all this shit out of me, trying to cut ties with these people, but they're the worst scum that can exist in the world.” “Black... That Russian mobster who played you is…” “Yes, Mina. He's Mikael Sydow's own son of a bitch.”

She fell to the ground and a sigh of relief breathed through her lips. "Since when did he care?" Emy found herself asking inwardly. Some of the men who recognized that it was Jayden, the leader of the Black Shade Mafia, which was the most dangerous and most notorious Mafia in Italy, ran back to their seats while some completely left the club, looking so tattered and disorganized. "It isn't your turn, man, wait till I am done with this bitch. I haven't touched her enough yet and still have a long way to go with her." A young man, who seemed to be in his early thirties, said.

he said in a husky voice. Sofia was dumbstruck as she stared at the man who flirted with her. He was tall and muscular, he was dark-skinned, and he had red locks and a tattoo on his neck that I recognized. He is from an American family called the Rocks. The current biggest American family mafia in this century is known for their well-known kidnapping of innocent victims, sex trafficking, murder, and most of all their selling of drugs. I stepped away from them and notified the rest of the team mostly Jevon knowing he's gonna flip. He wouldn't want anything to happen to her and most importantly he seemed to have a huge crush on her.