Mafia Bodyguards Novelas e Histórias

I followed the car carefully and patiently, making sure to keep a bit of a distance to avoid being noticed. Today was the final day the boss had given me to get the girl. I didn’t know what he wanted and I honestly didn’t care. This was a job to me, nothing more. The Don’s orders were to kidnap her and keep her locked up in one of the Mafia safe houses till he gave me further instructions. I pulled my car over a short distance away when I saw that they had stopped. I watched from across the club parking lot as the bodyguard stepped out and opened her door for her, she stepped out after a while.

The older man smiled when he saw Sebastian. "Sebastian, my boy. A word before the briefing?" Harlan's hand landed on Sebastian's shoulder paternal, familiar. Squeezed once. Sebastian tolerated it. Barely. Kane moved. One step. Hand closed around Sebastian's opposite wrist same spot as earlier. Pulled him half a step sideways, away from Harlan. The motion looked casual. Protective. Harlan blinked. "And you are?" "Kane Maddox. Mr. Mercer's security."

Isabella shouted, her daggers flashing off the air one after another. As much as I wanted to walk away, every instinct told me I couldn’t. I didn’t want to look like a coward to my mortal enemy. The idea of her mocking me at the office until work hours ends, would be the death of me. I’m Keigh Russo, the deadliest mafia of all. I have to live up to my name. I saw some of the Moretti guards fighting against the drugged ones. Every move they made was calculated and precised. It made me realize how these men were trained their whole lives for moments like this.

I let out a long breath and leaned against the wall for a second, eyes closed. Stefan was inside with her. Dante had left a few minutes ago, quiet as always, but I could still feel the weight of him in the room even after he was gone. Those three men. The mafia bodyguards Nina had talked about in whispers and half-stories. They weren’t just criminals or whatever I had pictured in my head. They were service men. Real ones. The kind who walked into impossible situations and came out the other side. It changed how I saw them. Especially Stefan.

Shadows moved in the blinding headlights. Leo shoved the keys and phone deep into his own pocket. He glanced around the wrecked cabin. Silas's side was crumpled inward. The door was buckled, impossible to open. Leo’s own door was partially caved in but looked potentially operable. The rear window was shattered. A voice, muffled by the rain but cold and authoritative, cut through the storm. "Rossi Security! Exit the vehicle with your hands visible!" *Rossi Security.* Dominic’s private enforcers. Not police. No rules. No mercy.

I arched a brow, pointing at the three hulking figures in tailored suits who loomed behind them. Piper gasped like she’d just noticed them for the first time. Her eyes went wide, and she yanked her blanket tighter around herself. “Wait, wait, wait…hold on. Y’all thought she was shacked up with some guy, so you rolled up with a literal mafia entourage? What is this, N*****x?!” Her voice cracked on the last word, and she clapped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late. The bodyguards didn’t even blink. They just stood there, silent and menacing.

Asher asked firmly. The man grinned. “Well, I must say—they’re quite good in combat. Can I buy them from you? I like strong people, and I’m willing to pay more than you do.” Asher’s expression hardened. “They’re my bodyguards, not items for sale.” The mafia boss didn’t take the rejection well. He threw the wine glass to the ground, shattering it into pieces. “Who do you think you are? I said I want them! Or would you rather die here tonight?”

Keep the pretty little hostage at arm's length. I scoffed, trying to project an air of nonchalant curiosity. "Hey," I said, trying to sound casual. "Seems a little light on security tonight, doesn't it? Does Giovanni know about this? What if those Bratva bastards decide to pay us a visit?" The guard straightened, his expression carefully neutral. "Don't worry, Mr. Hayes. You are safe. Don Giovanni took most of the men with him for protection of the operation tonight. The guards left here are all top-notch."

“You okay? That guy’s been following you around forever now. What’s his actual deal?” I forced a smile that didn't reach my eyes, my hands fidgeting with my pencil. “He’s just a bodyguard,” I said, my voice quiet. “Nothing for you to worry about, James.” James raised an eyebrow skeptically, his eyes narrowing. “A bodyguard?” he said in disbelief. “Come on, man. You’re not some kind of celebrity. Why do you need a guy like that tailing you everywhere? Something’s definitely up, Noah. You’ve been acting weird lately.”

“Don’t move.” Before I could say anything, he was out of the car, his bodyguards already on their feet behind him. They made their way toward the burning warehouse in the distance, the black smoke rising into the sky, thick and ominous. I could see the flames licking at the night air from far away. I watched them walking away and my own curiosity built up. Why bring me here if I wasn’t meant to see what was going on? There was nothing but the crackling of fire and the occasional shout in the distance. I glanced around—no one seemed to be nearby.