Bella Mafia Book Novels & Stories

Looked like something out of a magazine. And that’s where a mafia lord lived. I zoomed through the photos. Everything shiny, cold, perfect. Like a museum. A chill went through me. What was I about to step into? Then I looked around at the storage room. Boxes. Thin mat. Lily’s sneer burned into my head. Clara’s disgust. Robert’s dismissal. Mateo and Vanessa, and all the people who’d made me feel small. Dangerous or not, this was my way out. The rest of the day I tried to get ready. Showered when the house was empty, scrubbed everything back into place so no one would know. Washed my only halfway decent shirt, a white button-down that had seen better days. Black pants. Flats that barely held t

Some whispered a half-mad woman haunted a red-light slum in South America, her ruined face still faintly hers. *** Three months later, my global book tour for The Price of Omertà kicked off. Fans filled the hall, buzzing with excitement. Bella sat beside me, doodling stars on every title page. In the corner—Giovanni. Unshaven, gaunt, eyes burning with regret, begging without words. I didn't look his way. Just signed the next book: [Dear one, life hands you a script. But remember—you always have the courage to rewrite it.]

I said pulling my phone out of my pocket. “Need I ask why they would agree on working with me? And why would you be willing to help me to begin with?” Anastasia asked “plus, they could easily say no. Hiring someone who just had her badge removed, for whatever the reason is…” “A thing you need to learn about us, malyshka; what benefits us, we use. We don’t go by your rules. Things can always be modified, deleted, or ignored if we want them to be” I said stopping her “the mafia gathering is in a week, be sure to be ready and packed by then”

Author Pov Luna was sitting in the room clenching the arms of the chair. Tears were flickering in her eyes threatening to fall anytime. She couldn’t believe it. She got married. She just become a wife of the most feared mafia. And that be against her will. But how funny it is that she’s his puppet more than a wife.

The woman says in her stern voice that didn’t faze Rielle anymore, When she was younger her grandma had been one of the toughest person to live with, The woman was as difficult as the word. Rielle cut the call and walked over to the cabinet where she brought out the old book that had been with her ever since she turned fifteen, That book changed her entire existence and life, It drew her in the most explicable way ever, Her grandmother had given her the book, telling her it was her parents but the content of the book was something that drew her into the life of crime. Her mom had written their lives and crime escapade line by line in the book, Her dad was the right hand man of the mafia don

He underestimated me. “I have information that will interest you boss.” He quickly said. He must’ve noticed my hand lingering on the gun beside me. “What makes you think I want to listen to you?” I raised my eyebrow. “Everyone in the underground is talking about it. A book.” He takes a deep breath, “There’s a book that has all the secrets of all the gangs in the city. Even that of El Alma.” The mere mention of the top mafia group in Chicago grabs my attention. Even though it was mostly non-existent and hidden, El Alma remained the biggest mafia group to ever exist. It’s been around since my father was still a boy.

While Yara was the Angelic Belluci, whom people saw as the pure, cute, innocent and handworking billionaire Belluci that had a successful brand, I was the Lilith Belluci, the ruthless, always on edge woman who needed to get laid, had the most sour expression, heartless and who had taken over half of her father’s Mafia business, because of reasons best known to her father. We were like the two fishes in the yin and yang. Or at least that’s what I thought they whispered behind me. Plus Nicola had said the same thing on a few occasions...one occasion rather. It sure made me mad as hell anytime I heard that considering how much I disliked her and couldn’t stand her. And I couldn’t even remember

I ask him, he had every single book around here, all genres and all kinds. "I like mafia books, want to read this one?" he ask picking one for the two of us, I nodded, taking the book from him, it's called "Monster in his eyes". "Let's begin my little mafia," I say with a smile, I took a seat o the sofa, allowing him to sit next to me, he had his legs laying over my lap, while I read the story about the mafia, about how the boss fell in love with the girl. "The Vitale are asses!" Eliot says, making me roll my eyes, sure, I love a mafia story, but reading about humans who are such a badass as Eliot put it, only made me feel pissed.

What the fuck! “Well, as far as I know, there is nothing wrong with me; in fact, I would say I am a tiger in bed if you had the chance to meet Lui; if he wasn't dead, you could have asked him yourself. To bad I had to fucking cut his head off. And let me tell you this,” she showed between me and her. “Was a fucking contract marraige to make our mafia’s stronger, not so I could get fucked by your son and pop out babies like it is some fucking fashion assories. Now I don’t have to tell you sh*t on when and if you ever will have grand children. When I fuck your son, and if I decide to fuck him, is none of your goddamn business.” Bella took a big breath as she pushed her chair out. “And another

Hola beautiful people, I hope you enjoyed the story of Adele and Decker. The next book in VENGEANCE SERIES is: BOOK 1: THE DEVIL'S TRAP BOOK 2: SAMSON-MAFIA AND HIS THERAPIST. Here is the blurb of next book: A kiss in the mist of danger changed everything... When mafia darling, Margarita, began interning as a therapist to escape her past, she found herself working with an insomnia patient that would change her future.