Novel & Cerita Sexy Mafia Men

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.

As his screaming emptied into the night sky, the howling of the hound dogs merged and dispersed into the spectacle. The silhouette with the shotgun was Maximus Hassien, brother of the notorious mafia lord Don Isagise Hassien. Their blood bond was poisonous. Maximus was the more rational of the two. He was always cleaning up his brother’s mess. Like this one. The eight nameless men were sent by the unknown Mr. Chaplain, who had bad blood with the myth of El Moruno, the mafia boss.

My brain struggled to process it. Mafia? Actual mafia? The kind from movies? I actually thought they were business men who had bodyguards with them. The expensive suits. The armed men. The meetings. The injuries. The secrecy. Suddenly everything began making sense all at once. Sylvester noticed my stunned expression and immediately tried explaining further. “We mainly deal with people who..” Chris interrupted before he could finish. “We deal with bad people,” Chris explained calmly. “Drug dealers. Human traffickers. Bastards who threaten our territory or innocent people.”

For the first time, I saw not just the man who controlled everything but the man who would destroy anyone who disrespected me. It made my pussy tingle. I loved a chivalrous man, like Jabari from Entergalactic. Dinner was an endless conversation about mundane things. Every woman at the table was dripping in diamonds and gossip. They smiled with perfect teeth, all wives of mafia lords and crime bosses. “So,” one of them drawled, a brunette with too much perfume and a Cartier bracelet, “how long have you two been… engaged?” Azrael didn’t hesitate to lie. “Six months.”

I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years. He also had a natural advantage; he was a man in a world that still thought women couldn’t pull a trigger without crying about it. But if we were talking merit? I’d be top three. I’d never missed a mark. Not once. "Rave, please think this through," he said, leaning back against the driver’s seat with a sigh that sounded more like defeat. "This guy isn’t like the suits you usually put down for cash. He’s not some banker screwing his secretary or a wannabe thug flashing a Glock to feel untouchable. Dominic Sokolov is the fucking Mafia King. The most dangerous one to ever crawl out of the underworld. He’s bad new

They were worlds apart. I hesitated but nodded. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Felix eyeing Daniel, a silent warning. Whether Daniel noticed it or not, he didn't show it. He leaned in, his platinum blonde hair falling across his face. For a moment, I found myself captivated by his beauty, almost forgetting I was speaking to a man. But his next words snapped me back to reality. “Alexander is a mafia don. A very dangerous one who kills without remorse. Drug trafficking, money laundering, murder, assassinations, arms smuggling, bribery, corruption—anything evil you can think of, you can link it to him. Alexander is a devil from hell, I tell you!”

“Based on the situation, that could have been the best option, we aren’t related by blood so that makes it in appropriate for you to see me undressed” “Is that what you think? The most important thing is that you didn’t drown the best thing you could do is say thank you” “Don’t you have a girlfriend?” “I don’t need one, I don’t trust women.” “Wow. That’s new. Same way I don’t trust you either, a man what if you decided to take advantage of my unconsciousness?”

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

I walked out, I made my way toward the open air gallery, the long, arched hallway that overlooked the estate's courtyard. The night air was biting, but I needed the chill to settle the heat still simmering under my skin. I leaned against one of the thick stone pillars, lighting a cigarette and watching the smoke vanish into the darkness. "The shipment from the coast is delayed," a voice rumbled from the shadows. I didn't turn. I knew the heavy gait of Marco, my head of security. He stepped into the light of the sconces, looking as tired as I felt, but significantly less complicated.

I stayed perfectly still, listening for any sound, any voice, anything that could tell me where I was. I heard murmurs, laughter, and then People's footsteps. I waited for someone to open the back doors. I waited... And waited far too long. Finally, the doors swung open. The Russian man stood there beside the famiglia soldier. Behind them was Luca... standing next to a man I didn't know. Yet somehow... He looked familiar. He was mafia. There was no question about that. There was something in the way he held himself, the way he stood, the way he looked at me... as though he belonged at the very top of the world and I was nothing more than dirt beneath his shoes.