Stuck With The Handsome Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

My heart beats so fast I’m sure he can hear it. “I know you want this as much as I do, Sofia. We shouldn’t, but we can’t resist.” Fuck. He’s right, but I don’t want to admit it. “You can’t tell anyone about this,” I say suddenly, as if keeping the secret were more urgent than breathing itself. “Why?” he asks, his voice dripping with provocation. “Because…” I take a deep breath, my throat dry, “…my life would be over if they knew I slept with the mafia boss… and my ex’s father.”

She stopped and looked at me. “Don't you really understand?” She said while staring at me insultingly. She looked at me from head to toe at the same time she laughed again which I annoyed to her. “With that body size of yours, you are ashamed to confess to a single woman? Besides that, have you forgotten who and what you are? You are a mafia boss, have you forgotten? That everything is yours. You are rich, you have much money, you have many beautiful cars, you have a big mansion, you have bodyguards and apart from that, you are handsome.” She added, and suddenly, she was stunned by the last word she said where I looked up at her and our eyes met each other, but she immediately looked away fr

"Luca. They’re targeting her now. This is step one. Next is her in that picture for real. In a body bag." "She’s under our protection." "Protection didn’t stop a guy with a gun in the west wing." I stand. "She’s not leaving." "Why?" Marco asks. "Because of the contract?" "Because of the contract," I lie. "Or because you saw what I saw?" "What did you see?" "That she doesn’t bow," Marco says. "And neither do we." We stare at each other. This is how it starts. Brothers vs brothers. Over a girl. Over pride.

“If you let me go now, I won’t tell anyone—” Scarface laughed, a deep, ugly sound. “That’s cute. You think you have a choice.” I swallowed, then squared my shoulders. “My fiancé is Dorian.” I met their eyes, daring them to challenge me. “If you touch me, he’ll hunt you down and kill you both before you even know what’s happening.” That made them pause—but only for a second. Greasy Hair scoffed. “Dorian? The Dorian? Please. We know who you are. An orphan with no background. How the hell would someone like you end up engaged to the most feared Mafia boss in the city?”

The action making me suspicious because he hasn't slapped or hit me, yet. He started to walk away, taking slow steps but stops as he reaches the door. “I won't touch you until you want me to. Also, the food I'd not poisoned, dint wait for its effect.” He states as he walks away, leaving me in my shame. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole for the stupid things I said. ‘'Handsome?!!!” I yell in my head, praying for the ground to swallow me up for saying that outloud. “Yes?” The mafia man answered with a serious expression but mischief playing on his lips.

she said evenly. That earned her a low, amused chuckle. “You’re not what I expected from a maid.” “And you’re not what I expected from a mafia boss.” He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until there were only a few inches between them. The faint scent of whiskey and smoke curled around her. His voice dropped. “You say ‘mafia’ like it’s a bad word.” “I say it like it’s a dangerous one.” For a moment, the air between them was charged, his gaze dipping briefly to her mouth before meeting her eyes again. Then, just as quickly, he stepped back, the moment broken.

He racked his brain, trying to recall if he had ever crossed paths with these menacing figures before, but their identities remained elusive. The leader of the gang, a burly man with a sinister grin, chuckled in response to Ivan's question. His eyes glinted with malice as he replied, "I want everything... Everything you own." His voice dripped with an air of greed, as if relishing the impending downfall of his captives. Ivan and Natalie exchanged bewildered glances, their hearts sinking at the realization that this was more than a mere robbery. The stakes were much higher, and their lives were hanging in the balance. But Ivan, always the quick thinker, composed himself and forced a smile on

Aemon yelled as soon as he came back for her. "Y-you fvcking k-killed," she said toughly, enduring the pain and trying not to lose her consciousness. Aemon smirked for a while. "I'm not a killer though," he said before carrying her. "W-What are you?" she asked. "I'm a Mafia boss, Lily...you're marrying a Mafia boss." Fvck, I'll be tied to a Mafia boss.

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Right in between his legs and he bell back with a groan. “ Bitch!” He snarled at me, his eyes darkened. I shriveled in fear, my neck shrunk and my eyes went low as I avoided his gaze. I mumbled repeatedly, “ I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to. “ I knew what these men were and amongst all of them, he was the strongest, the one with the real power. The capo. And I just had the audacity to kick his dick. The Mafia had one rule,