Sexy Mafia Men Novels & Stories

My mind went to Selena; I wondered how she was right now. Mateo opened the car door, jolting me out of my thoughts. I stepped out and when I went into the hall it was already filled up with not just anyone — the mafia elites from all around the world were present: Anthony, Gabriel, and Santiago were all there. Piles of money were placed on the table, briefcases and expensive wines sat ready. How the hell did that old man pull this off in such a short period of time? I guess I underestimated him. I found my way to a seat while Mateo stood behind me.

“You’re leaving for Italy. Your name stays Jay. You’re the perfect person for this mission.” Jay exhaled slowly and accepted the documents. He glanced at the file — photos, notes, mafia profiles. One name stood out: Rafael “Rafe” Bianchi. The mafia boss of Milan, infamous for his ruthlessness, his dominance, and… apparently, his taste in men. The assistant appeared with a small suitcase. “Your things are here. And you’ll need to change your appearance for the mission,” she said.

This isn't how I had planned for the meeting to go but somehow I need to come up with a very quick solution or end up with nothing. *** After the storm had calmed down that night, I head towards my underground chamber where a big table laid in the center of the room. Everyone was present. The Mafia Lords who control everything about the city in silence. Dante Ferraro was seating next to the sit meant for the head of the table. Luca Moretti the second Mafia boss leaned back with a ciger in his mouth, while Julian Cortez played drums with his fingers on the table. I took my seat last and they all turned to my direction.

He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it. l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in and day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.

❤️ A faint smirk touched his lips. “I know you’ll hate me… you’ll be angry…” His fingers tightened slightly in her hair— “But this… is what’s best for us.” A pause. “And today… the way you fought…” 🔥 “I liked it.” His gaze darkened. “Because that strength… will save you in the future.” He exhaled slowly— “There will come a time… when you’ll feel completely broken…” His voice dropped— “But you’ll have to stand again… because you are the Queen of this mafia world…”

“I’m not brainwashed, Sammie.” “No? You think I haven’t heard things? Gerrard's little plaything, that’s what they called you. My sources said he said it himself.” “That’s not true,” I whispered. “You sure about that?” Sammie snapped. “Because the way he tossed you out, doesn’t that feel familiar? Doesn’t it feel like what men like him always do once they’re done using you? He let you go because he doesn’t need you anymore. His deal is more important to him and he would give you away just to get what he wants.”

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt

She had just finished her shift at the local café and was looking forward to a quiet evening with her brother. As she turned the corner, she heard the sound of shouting and commotion coming from a nearby alleyway. Curiosity getting the best of her, she decided to take a look. As she approached the alleyway, she saw a group of men dressed in black suits and sunglasses, surrounding a young man who was on the ground, bleeding profusely from a gunshot wound. Bella's heart began to race as she realized that she was in the middle of a Mafia hit. She quickly turned to leave, but as she did, one of the men caught sight of her.

“What’s a don?” Maksim laughed. “You curious thing.” He kissed her, straightening up to deepen the kiss. “A don is the head of a mafia family. In this case, Papa is the head of the sinners men. The Kalashnikov’s family. For us, we refer to our dons as the grand sinners. The Sinner Men is the Russian faction of the mafia in Sin City. Some call it the bratva. Just as the Japanese call theirs the yakuza.” “Oh my God.”

But I don't dare to ask questions. "I can't ensure your safety, Principessa." His voice drops as he uses his fingers to move a few pieces of hair out of my face and he's so close that his breath tickles the skin of my nose. "You understand, don't you?" His accent slightly peeks out as he murmurs the last sentence and my insides melt. Woah. Butterflies erupt in my stomach at how close he is and his touch. Before I realize what he's doing. Alejandro Gonzalez was a mafia Don, which meant he knew how to manipulate people into getting what he wanted.