Best Mafia Books Romance Novels & Stories

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.

But if someone found out, fuck, I am screwed. I an only twenty three and he had offered my hand without even asking me. He never would have asked. The thought of marriage never crossed my mind. Perhaps a couple of times when I was a young girl. But l always imagined of marrying a prince. Not the boss of the American fucking mafia. The American mafia was well known for its reputation of being manipulative and brutal. They were deadly, even was impressed. The mafia boss; I did not know much about, but only his name. I was to be wedded to Ace Hernandez.

He drops his head as he stares down at his shuffling feet; with a mumble under barely audible words, he softly speaks, “I love you.” And god, it hits me. He is telling the truth. “Then please explain why do you take a different woman every night?” “Because I am scared to commit, I am scared to lose myself in one person. I am scared that if I do, I will lose myself. I cannot lose who I am; I need to be Lucas Lucero. Do you see any other Mafia Boss out there with just one woman on his arm?” “Bullshit, don’t spin me such a lame-ass story. You just like being fucked a different way every night. You love the danger; well, guess what, Lucas?”

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

Growing up in Birmingham, being forced and groomed into the mafia under the influence of my stepfather. The man who ruined my motherfucking life. Every choice, every decision… Led to my own fucking downfall. Let me take you right back to the beginning. Where it all began. Right from when I was just a fucking child… Sit tight, be patient, and enjoy the rollercoaster. It’s gonna be one hell of a bumpy fucking ride. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. CHAPTER 1 Not all is what it seems § LOUIS § Punch after punch, I hit Thomas, letting out all the anger and frustration that had built up in me after all this time. I'd been waiting for the perfect moment to kill him for so many years.

He chuckled and laughed himself lighter, easing the tension a bit. "Just figuring that out?" She relaxed enough to let a low chuckle rip through her throat. Soft, sweet laughter was contagious; for one brief moment, the room calmed and she was no more than two people who stood quietly in a mad world. They spoke little things—memories, dreams, even silly anecdotes from their pasts. As the night deepened, all that heaviness between them seemed to go away and was replaced with a feeling of connection neither had seen coming. It was close to the end of their meal when Valentine got up to take away the tray because the tea was already quite cold, though Arnulfo's plate was empty. She shook her he

So, she could tell Jacob about it. “Compensation? There’s one thing I want.” “Okay. Name it.” “I want you to marry me.” “It’s impossible! I’m already married.” “You can divorce him. Don’t you know who he is?” She looked at him. “I know who he is.” “I bet you don’t know that he’s a mafia syndicate leader in our country,” he said calmly. “I know about it. In fact, you are the same.” “What?” His startled voice made her angry. “I know you are a mafia syndicate leader too. Don’t deny it!”

"You're terrible at keeping secrets especially with me, I am your best friend and I've known you since fifth grade!!" I turned to her " Mia look, he's a criminal and I am a cop. We've probably run into each other a few times and now he probably thinks am someone which I'm clearly not." Mia looked at me with doubt in her eyes " are you sure? Of course I was sure, there was nothing to lie about it's not as if Mr Dominic is the same mysterious and Dominating man I had a one night stand with at Suzanne's Bar... "Yes I'm sure mia."

The man didn’t look away. Yasmine resisted the urge to shift under his gaze. Luca stood and walked toward her. His hand settled on her arm—firm, possessive. “Dante,” he said smoothly, “meet Yasmine.” A pause. “Yasmine… my Consigliere and partner, Dante Romano.” Dante rose and stepped forward, extending his hand. Yasmine placed hers in his, polite but distant. “Nice to meet you, Signore Romano.” “My pleasure, Donna,” he replied with a slight nod.