My Mobster Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Spencer releases her, making the woman's body wobble. "Weren't you in the dining room?" The guard asks doubtfully. I deny. Elisa clicks her tongue. "Does he at least know how to sweep? Just because you're a mobster's whore doesn't mean..." Erick pulls her roughly. The woman looks at him wanting to kill him. She has hurt his pride. She releases sharp breath. "How can you keep looking at me? How?!" She tries to hit me, but Erick positions her body, resolving the first blow. "You? Seriously?"

I thought his boyfriend belonged to mafia background only, not a college-going or a highschool student. "Are you, by any chance, Martin's boyfriend? I am sorry for being so nosy." I apologised almost immediately when his eyes snapped up to meet mine. His cheeks turned even red, blushing profusely. "He— he mentioned me?" He asked me, surprised, and I nodded my head, a broad smile lighting up my face. "Oh, he did. He was sounding very fond of you. I am Bella, by the way. Bella Murphy. It's nice to meet you." I said, pulling my hand out for a handshake, and color drained from his face.

I said. “Lie, don't want to come?” Haressa asked calmly. “She doesn't want it, and she still looks angry!” I replied. “Don't force her if he doesn't want to!” Glendy replied seriously, frowning. Until we finally got down to the lobby, and we caught up with the mafia boss, who was sitting and talking on his phone. I heard the voice on the other line, it was a woman's voice, I think it was his girlfriend. The mafia boss stood up after he spoke on the other line.

And just as she turned to leave, I held her back. “I don’t have a girlfriend, cara. She was just a plus one to the la familia get-together. She’s in the Mafia too,” I explained, hoping she’d believe me because that was the truth. There would never be another woman except her. “Then she’s the perfect fit,” she smiled sarcastically but I could still smell the jealousy. Speaking of jealousy… “Has he touched you? That guy?” I asked with a scowl, my heart racing at the thought that that scumbag might have touched what was mine.

Beau's POV I had a gentle and beautiful girlfriend. My friends envied me, and my family approved of her. I used to feel proud that she was mine. But all of that shattered in an instant because of the patient sitting in front of me. "Dr. Cantrell, your girlfriend is a murderer. She's going to kill you." "What nonsense are you talking about?" My eyes widened as I rose from the chair. I was deeply offended by what I had just heard. "If you insult my partner again, I'll have security escort you out."

The woman sat on the couch without responding, and she walked toward her. “What are you doing here ? Eva asks slowly.” “I understand you are astonished to see me here, but I need to meet you. You are Eva, my husband's girlfriend, or, as I prefer, his sex slave.” She looks surprised and angry; she doesn't have the right to say such things about her. “Excuse me.” “There is no need to be too innocent; I know a girl like you very well. Do you think you are special for her? It is a common thing in the mafia world to use a girl like you. You can never take my place.”

Romano's hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh my, w-what is that?" Antonio abruptly stood up and stomped one foot onto the chair. "That's a mark of the mafia. A friend of mine who used to be in the mafia told me only members who've spilled blood earn a scar like that." Spittle flying, he pointed at my nose and cursed, "Enzo Moretti, you'd better come clean—have you done time before? Did you get that scar in a mob fight?" I frowned and pulled my sleeve down to cover the scar.

Leo couldn’t know what she was about to do. Moglie came into the room first. Amber wasn’t happy to see that crazy bitch again, but she faked that shit. Even gave the deranged makeup artist a kiss on both cheeks. Moglie giggled and sat in The Hatter’s lap where they French kissed and felt each other up for so long Amber was tempted to ask if they wanted some privacy. But no need, because they legit fucked each other in the company of a dying sick bastard, Amber, and another gang member standing quietly in the corner waiting in case he was called upon by his king pin.

His fingertips pushed the trunks’ bottoms up to reach further on my shaft. The more skin he rubbed with oil, the more intense the sensations that filled me up inside. “Who did you go down for?” His question fell on deaf ears, all my attention on his fingers closing around my cock, wrapping half my shaft, his stroking triggering new ripples. I think he kept asking questions I didn’t register. Until something he said reached my muddled brain. “It was your girlfriend, right? Stephanie Munching. Only now she goes as Stefie Mancciari. Pretty close, though. Like Dean Walsh to Dylan Wallace.”

Mafalda is actually really cool on the murderous, sadistic side. She talks allot about how much she loves working in the mafia. I honestly don't get how anyone could enjoy it but then again, I didn't have a choice. I swallow the liquor she pours in my glass and hiss at the afterburn. We've been out in the patio for almost three hours now; I can feel the alcohol starting to take effect. "You really shouldn't mind Vince, you know." she says casually taking a sip from her cup. I look at her questioningly. Her soulless eyes glance back and she sighs. "I shouldn't even be telling you this. Do you know what happened to the boys' mother?"