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Resisting the Mafia Boss (MxM) 119. Yes, dad!
GIOVANNI "They've got the file, boss," Dominic said, approaching me cautiously and positioning himself beside me, while maintaining a respectful distance.I nodded, turning to face Nikola, whose expression revealed an unsettling inner struggle, as if he was fighting with his own demons."The boys got the file, now what?" I asked, eyeing him."I told you," Antonio coughed, spitting out blood as he struggled to speak. He looked almost lifeless, his chest battered and bruised. "I... I wasn't lying about the file," he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper.I waited for over thirty seconds, expecting Nikola to say something, anything. But when he remained silent, showing no signs of reaction or issuing orders to dig Antonio out of the ground, I slowly exhaled a deep breath.Maybe he didn't want to be the one who make the order?"Dominic," I called, my eyes never leaving my brother."Yes, boss!""Get the shovel," I ordered, but before Dominic could even flinch, Nikola sprang to his feet
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Resisting the Mafia Boss (MxM) From the author
Before starting this book, I had my doubts. Writing in the Mafia genre and MM romance was new to me, and I worried I'd fuck it up. But to my surprise, you all showed up and supported me. Thank you to everyone who took the time to read, comment, vote, and gift this book. With only twenty chapters left, I'm feeling a pang of sadness knowing we're nearing the end. Although this isn't my first book, you all have made it an incredibly enjoyable experience. I'm proud to say this is my favorite book so far. I hope y'all will stay with me until the end and see this story through to its conclusion. Thank you again for your love and support. I love you all so very much! ❤️🫶
Last Updated : 2025-02-09Resisting the Mafia Boss (MxM) 120. Benedetto Marino is here?
ADRIAN As I absentmindedly retrieved the food from the microwave, I forgot to use oven mitts or a towel, and my hands burned painfully from the scorching hot dish."Shit!" I groaned, cursing under my breath as I hastily yet carefully set the scorching dish down on the counter. I rushed to the sink, plunging my hands into the cool water to soothe the stinging ache."Giovanni, that bastard!" I hissed, my eyes fixed intently on the water as it cascaded down my hands, the cool liquid a stark contrast to the simmering anger rising within me.Did he really think I was mad at him just for coming home late? How oblivious can he be? It's almost laughable that he believed my emotions were that simplistic. Didn't he realize that the turmoil I felt while he was away went far beyond mere annoyance at his tardiness?I let out a shaky breath, struggling to keep my emotions in check.A feminine voice drifted from the living room, tinged with concern. "You never call me for minor injuries. What's g
Last Updated : 2025-02-09Resisting the Mafia Boss (MxM) 121. Volkov Bratva is not stupid.
GIOVANNI "Stay here and don't come out, no matter what happens. Okay?" I said, my voice firm but gentle. I gave his cheek a light, reassuring peck before pulling away, my eyes locking onto his for a brief moment to emphasize the importance of his safety. "Alright," Adrian sighed, nodding his head as he took a step backward. Adrian looked scared, and rightfully so. My father's sudden appearance was a shock to me, too. I had taken extensive measures to ensure my privacy, including installing a private elevator that led directly to my apartment. The elevator was password-protected, and I had never shared the passcode with my father. So, I was baffled - how had he managed to gain access to my apartment? I shook my head, trying to process the unexpected turn of events. With a sense of growing unease, I walked over to the refrigerator and carefully pushed it aside, revealing a hidden compartment. From this concealed space, I retrieved a gun that I had strategically placed there fo
Last Updated : 2025-02-10Resisting the Mafia Boss (MxM) 122. Teddy and Peaches.
ADRIAN Ever since Benedetto Marino's sudden appearance at the penthouse three days ago, Giovanni had been uncharacteristically romantic, to the point where it was starting to scare me shitless.He had been putting in incredibly long hours at work, leaving the house very early in the morning and returning home late at night. Yet, despite his demanding schedule, he would always find time to call or text me, often with the most mundane and random questions. He'd ask things like, "What's your favorite letter of the alphabet?" or "What was your go-to food as a kid?" These unexpected inquiries would leave me pondering whether he was genuinely trying to stay connected with me due to feelings of loneliness or if there was something more peculiar at play.The frequency with which he professed his love for me was also starting to unsettle me. Giovanni would often wake me up in the middle of the night just to remind me that he loves me so much. It was, frankly, unnerving.Right now, even thou
Last Updated : 2025-02-11Resisting the Mafia Boss (MxM) 123. Mom is dead.
ADRIAN I blinked, listening to Giovanni as he hummed happily to the soft music playing in the living room. He had been thrilled to stay home today, having finished his work, and wanting to spend the whole day with me. His happiness seemed to double when I told him about Dave's wedding, which was today. To my surprise, he had not only agreed to let me go but also insisted on going with me as my date. I didn't understand why he was so eager to attend the wedding when he barely knew Dave, and the fact that Gabe would be there only added to my worries."Are you sure about this?" I asked, my eyes fixed intently on Giovanni, who knelt between my parted legs, busily fixing my shoes.He looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he eyed me with a hint of suspicion. "This is the seventh time you've asked me that question," he replied, a touch of amusement dancing in his voice.I shook my head, letting out a sigh as I relaxed into my seat, wondering what could possibly go wrong if Giovanni ac
Last Updated : 2025-02-12Resisting the Mafia Boss (MxM) 124. It's alright to cry.
ADRIAN I should feel something: anger, pain, hurt, but I couldn't feel anything. I was like a shell in my own skin, unable to feel any emotion. I sat quietly in the passenger seat of Giovanni's car, staring into space as I gripped my phone in my hand. Today is my mother's funeral, and I still can't believe she's dead. Aston had called me last night, begging me not to show up to the funeral service. But how could I not? She was my mother, wasn't she? I should be mad, I should be angry that she didn't apologize for pushing me away before she died. I should be furious that she deprived me of the chance to hold her hand and be in the same space as her one last time before passing away. I should be livid that they all locked me out of their lives, when we should have grieved together as a family. Even after everything they did to me, after everything they took from me, my brother still expected me to stand aside and watch from a distance as my mother takes her final farewell from t
Last Updated : 2025-02-14Resisting the Mafia Boss (MxM) 125. I want it rough.
ADRIAN "Boyfriend?" The word dripped from my father's lips, his disgust rolling off him in waves as he stared at Giovanni in utter disbelief. The punch seemed to be the last thing on his mind; he was incensed by Giovanni's revelation. "Are you dating him?" Giovanni remained silent, his expression stunned as he met my father's hard gaze. Clearly, he had been expecting a different reaction from my father, but the question had caught him off guard. What was he expecting? For my father to pull out his gun from his coat inner pocket and shoot him? "Is it true?" my father asked no one in particular, his voice trembling slightly. For the first time in twenty-three years, I saw a flicker of fear in his eyes as he wrestled himself free from Giovanni's grasp and stepped in front of me. Giovanni made to step closer, but I shook my head, stopping him. I could handle this. "Son?" my father barked, his anger evident as he startled me. He seized my shoulders, his grip like a vice, and shove
Last Updated : 2025-02-15
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Resisting the Mafia Boss (MxM) 140. Say I do.
ADRIAN TWO YEARS LATER It's been two years since that night, and after the fire incident that splashed across the news the next day. A warehouse had been burned down during a raid, resulting from an FBI operation targeting one of the most dangerous gangs in New York City. The raid had killed most of the FBI agents and gang members. I still couldn't believe it was the same warehouse we had all been to that night. Would I have died if Kisra hadn't rescued us? Would Giovanni...? No, I didn't want to think about that possibility. My dad's body was found among the dead FBI agents, but they soon realized he wasn't completely dead and rushed him to the hospital. He's been in a coma ever since. My brother and I had been contemplating visiting him in the hospital but I still didn't feel like going to see him. Benedetto Marino's body, however, was never found. The family assumed he had been burned to ashes, which explained why the police couldn't find his body among the dead bodies
Resisting the Mafia Boss (MxM) 139. You're my cousin? Don't care.
ADRIAN Kyra Israel. Kyra fucking Israel!I fucking knew that name rang a bell the other day I met her. She was one of my dad's special agents. I should have known she was the one; I should have fucking known she wasn't who she pretended to be.Giovanni was mad, furious even. He had been pacing back and forth in the living room, firing off a rapid barrage of curses in Italian. He had refused treatment, not wanting Kisra to come near him. "If she makes a single mistake and walks closer to me," he had snarled, "I'll rip her head off."He said he needed a moment to think, but it had been over an hour since we got home, and he still hadn't been treated. He was still bleeding badly, and I feared he was going to bleed out and die.I should go to him, I thought. I should tell him, while he was still mad, that Kisra might not be exactly who he thought he knew. But she was still the same person, even though she was wearing a different uniform. He still needed her help; he still needed to get
Resisting the Mafia Boss (MxM) 138. I was protecting you.
GIOVANNI A gunshot echoed through the air as Father shot Price Russell's hand, shattering the one holding the gun. Price collapsed to his knees, cursing loudly. He attempted to reach for his gun, but Father shot his knees before kicking the weapon out of his reach."I told you never to show your face to me ever again," Father growled, stalking closer as he fired his gun in anger. "I promised I would never let it slide if you laid your hands on any of my sons, but you just had to test me, didn't you?"Price Russell let out a muffled grunt when Father stopped in front of him, pressing his gun to Price's forehead."You sickening bastard!" Price spat."Yes, I am a sickening bastard!" Father retorted, his laughter devoid of humor.This was real? How could it be? Dad hated us, I knew that. But here he was, standing right in front of me. Getting all mad because Price Russell had shot me? But why? Why the hell was he confusing me?"Why are you here, Dad?" I grunted, trying to sit up but fall
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Resisting the Mafia Boss (MxM) 137. Say your last fucking prayer.
GIOVANNI My fingers moved swiftly, snapping the binds that had held Marcelo's hands captive for so long. He was finally free. As the ropes fell away, Marcelo's eyes locked onto mine, a flicker of relief and gratitude dancing in their depths. But our moment of triumph was short-lived. The sound of a gun being cocked against my temple cut through the air, and my heart sank. I clenched my jaw, fighting to keep my emotions in check. Fear, anger, and adrenaline all swirled together in a toxic mix, threatening to overwhelm me. I forced myself to remain still, to appear unbothered, even as my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. "What's the meaning of this madness?" I asked, my voice icy and controlled, as I struggled to keep my emotions in check. I couldn't afford to let my true feelings slip, not now, when every word and action counted. "Is this how you treat your business partners?" I demanded, turning to face Volkov, my eyes locking onto his cold, unyielding glare. The gun
Resisting the Mafia Boss (MxM) 136. He's still my prisoner.
GIOVANNI "Giovanni... Shit!" Marcelo grunted, his voice strained, as one of the Bratvas grabbed him, yanking him back down with brutal force. The damned bastard tossed Marcelo to the floor as if he weighed nothing, sending a jolt of anger through me."Fucking stay, brat!" Volkov sneered, his eyes glinting with malice as he met my gaze head-on. He pressed his leg onto Marcelo's shoulder, pinning him to the dirty floor. The sound of Marcelo's pained grunt made my blood boil.Fucking hell! Rage and desperation clawed at my chest. "Fucking let go of him this instant!" I growled, my finger clenched tightly around my gun. My heart pounded in my ears, my mind racing with fear.I fucking froze for a moment, my heart racing with fear. What if this transaction didn't go as planned? What if Volkov caught on before we could get out of here? We had our boys stationed outside, scouting the area, but the Bratvas outnumbered us. Their sheer numbers made my skin crawl, and for a moment, I doubte
Resisting the Mafia Boss (MxM) 135. Touch my brothers and die!
MARCELO A blow landed on my face, sending my head jerking to the side. Blood dripped down my cheek and some of it caught in my lips, slipping into my mouth. I tasted the metallic tang of blood on my tongue, and it made my stomach churn.A vicious kick to the wooden seat I was tied to sent me crashing to the floor, my wrists bound together behind my back. The blindfold pressing my eyes shut, plunging me into an inky blackness. I couldn't see anything, not even a sliver of light.A groan tore from my lips as pain exploded through my body. "Hmmph..." I grunted, my voice strained. I tried to crawl forward, but a rough hand grasped my ankles, yanking me back. My bare chest scraped against the concrete floor, the friction igniting a fire of agony. It felt as if thousands of needles were scattered across the floor, each one piercing my skin like a sharp shard of razor.I writhed, desperate to escape the torment, but my restraints held firm. The darkness seemed to closing in around me, s
Resisting the Mafia Boss (MxM) 134. Giovanni can't go to jail.
ADRIAN Tears streamed down my face as I sprinted out of the living room, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere. My mind reeled with the conversation I had just overheard. Dad couldn't be talking about me and my brother. He couldn't be implying that we weren't his biological sons. The thought sent a wave of pain and hurt crashing through me, and I desperately wished the last eighteen hours had never happened. I stumbled out into the hallway, panting and gasping for breath. I pressed my back against the wall, trying to calm my racing heart. Benedetto's voice echoed through the building, his words dripping with venom. "Get out, Price Russell! And don't ever show your face to me or my sons again, or I'll kill you!" My father's response was a hissed "Fuck you!" as he stormed out of the living room. He seemed furious, his face twisted in a scowl. He was so mad that he didn't notice me standing there. Benedetto called out from inside after a few minutes had passed, his vo
Resisting the Mafia Boss (MxM) 133. The boys are not your sons.
ADRIAN The words echoed in my mind like a mantra.This is not my father. The man in front of me, kneeling between Benedetto's legs, was an imposter. I felt a wave of confusion wash over me as I stared at him.My father's face was contorted in shock, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth as he remained frozen in a kneeling position. His eyes were wide with terror, and his skin had paled to a sickly shade.How could this man, this broken, submissive shell of a person, be my father? The man I knew, the man who had raised me, was a tyrant, a monster who had sought to break me and remake me in his own image.He had hated me for being gay, had sought to "fix" me, to mold me into a straight man. But this...this person in front of me was not that man. He was weak, submissive, and terrified.I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed at him, my mind reeling with questions. Who was this imposter? And what had happened to my real father?Words kept getting stuck, and it angered me eve
