The Mafia Boss Met And Never Forget Her Novels & Stories

the Mafia boss yelled "Fine, that's what happened and I don't see anything wrong with me going to meet Francesca" Leonardo uttered "Maybe you have forgotten but it is by my grace that the girl is still alive, she is a burden that should've been eliminated years ago!" the Mafia boss stated "Stop!!!" Leonardo yelled "You might not like Francesca but she is my life and the only thing keeping me sane! We made a deal before didn't we? I work for you and be the perfect son and heir to your Empire and in return, you do not ever touch Francesca"

She didn't have many friends, mostly because she knew the line of business her father did, being a mafia Don brings you a lot of enemy, not just you but your family, not just your family, but the friends of her family, the circle continues, so you see, the mafia isn't a child's play. I got to the house of her friend, rang the doorbell as I waited a for someone to come open up. After some time, the door was opened by an elderly woman, who from the look you could tell is a grandma, she looked at me from head to toe accessing me before she asked "fine young man who are you looking for?".......Damn, I couldn't even remember this friends name, was it Samantha, or Naomi or Abigail, remember you id

I could become the boss of all bosses. She wasn’t supposed to matter. But she did. God, she did. Every damn second since the first time I saw her, head high, eyes defiant, mouth set in a line that begged to be broken. I still remember the first time I saw her at Bogotá. A gas station just outside the city. Two of my men were bleeding on the pavement while she stood between them, her knuckles split and chest heaving, eyes burning with the fire of someone who had already survived hell, and dared me to send her back.

But once the words hit the air, they hung there like a lit fuse. His gaze sharpened, then cooled with surgical precision. "Two kinds of women I don't sleep with. Family members' dates including their exes. And virgins." The rejection hit harder than it should have. Which was insane. Why should I care if Mr. Mafia Boss wasn't lining up for my cherry? Still, a hollow ache opened in my chest, sharp as disappointment. So I was the ultimate no-go package? "Congratulations, Elena Campbell, you became the one only woman on earth that mafia boss would never touch." I murmured to my self.

She queries again and I huffed wanting to give her another annoying reply for calling me Sullivan's lover. Oh! Would Sullivan even know the meaning of love? As far as I know, Mafia bosses don't love... They only go with contract marriage or just bind someone to be their spouse which I'm not and I would start imagining how my mum married my dad without realizing he was a fucking gangster before the nurse brought my attention back to her. "Then why would the Don carry you on his arm rushing you to the hospital when you had gone unconscious, two days ago?" She seemed to say that to herself but I heard her.

I assured him, meaning every syllable in the words I had spoken. I would give it to her, the woman came forward with a fight. I had no idea what she was feeding my partners, but obviously they were buying it. I had to put a stop to that. Later that afternoon, I had a date to attend to. It was not a romantic date, simply a meeting with one of my partners. She was the daughter of a renowned Mafia Boss and she invested so much in the business. She wanted to meet up to discuss a new deal, and I would normally just ask James to meet her, but she had insisted to meet up personally.

Dark Curtis Mondragon—the Mafia Boss—is Kent’s first cousin. I saw how our Mafia Boss gulped at Sky’s question. We, too, swallowed hard from the kind of gaze he gave our Elder. We knew he wouldn't hesitate to kill if the answer was wrong. “Ahem!” we heard our Mafia Boss clear his throat. “Agents P, T, A, R, and Agent C will carry out a mission led by Agent Black 01,” he said, but my thoughts fixated on Agent C. “Come in, girls,” Sky said, and five women walked in, all with serious expressions. My eyes landed on Agent C—Anastasia Clinton, the woman I love.

"When did he become a bodyguard? My Diego is not a bodyguard, Drake! He's mine! Call him now! Or give me his number. I need him!" Carolina Del Fiore, commonly known as Carmella, is the only daughter of Eagle Sebastian Del Fiore, the mafia Don of the Del Fiore clan. She is untouchable, incredibly stubborn, and often acts like a spoiled brat who ignores the rules set by her father. Despite her father's restrictions, she comes and goes as she pleases, showing little concern for authority. To be honest, she can be quite a pain. I sighed, resting my back as I looked at her. She chuckled with a fake laugh.

My mom's voice was steady, making my heart skip. “Before you do that, how do you know him? I can't get my mind off it, since this doesn't make any sense at all.” “I know he's a mafia boss.” My mom said, looking straight in the eye. “I saw his picture, even I went for my so called work meeting. Its hard not to remember his face after that.” “You said you met a man, so was he the one who shared Vince's picture with you and, why don't you seem surprised by the fact that he's mafia?” I asked as I straightened my legs on the bed.

"Wait." Natasha frowned. "What?" Maya looked uncomfortable, which wasn't something she did often. "Natasha..." "What?" Natasha asked and Maya replied. "You keep forgetting something." "What?" Natasha asked and Maya hesitated. Then said it. "He's a mafia boss." The room became quiet because somehow Natasha hadn't been thinking about that, not really, not lately. Lately she'd only been thinking about Ethan, the man, not the life attached to him. "What if something happened?"