Best Mafia Romance Authors Novels & Stories

Grayson just sits obediently as he observes the spectacle. "Also on that note, I've got a job for you, A really interesting one at that" Isabella whispered with a devious smile into the ears of the elite Mafia hunter, Anna.

He reminded himself he could not be sidetracked from his purpose. “Ms. Baxter, let me tell you one thing. Don Marco and his family operate one of the biggest MAFIA groups in the country. If we can take them down, we could potentially help the innocent from becoming their victims.” “As you guessed, they run a prostitution den. They guise it as charity events, but however you look at it, it was illegal and a crime.” “I am sure you would like to help others, Ms. Baxter?” “Are you hearing yourself?” Kara cried as fear, anger, loathing, frustration, and disappointment rolled into one.

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.

Mara said, her voice hushed as though she was respecting the quiet. I ran my fingers along a spine. "Does he read?" A beat of silence before she said, "Yes." There was something in Mara's face when she said it, something complicated that wasn’t affection. It was understanding, and resignation, and perhaps something like weary acknowledgment. It was the look you give something you understand implicitly but could never articulate in human language. "Mara," I said, choosing my words carefully. "What kind of man is he?"

“I still can’t wrap my head around people’s interesting fascination with the lifestyle, but I suppose that works in your favor.” We both laughed at that, knowing how ironic it was. I never thought I’d be with a member of the bratva while being a mafia romance writer at the same time. It was baffling, yet it was my life, and I couldn’t ask for anything better. At the very least, coming up with new books wouldn’t be very difficult with the real deal as my source. There would never be a shortage of inspiration, I knew that much. Roman ran his hand up and down my back as Kira reached for the necklace I wore, then he kissed my temple. “I’m glad you followed your passion and never let go of that d

“You come when I tell you to from now on. Not her.” Desperately trying to hold back my orgasm, I nodded. “Okay.” “Watch my wife,” he murmured, tugging on my nipple and making me moan softly. Mallory was watching her husband skillfully touch my folds. “She’s going to come for me on command, and then you’ll learn to do the same thing.” I swallowed hard and stared at his profile, unable to believe that I was really here with a Mafia boss and his wife. Out of all the women in the world they could’ve had, they’d chosen me; they wanted me.

“ I have more important things to do.” The officiant quickly swallowed. “Of course.” He fumbled and opened his book. “Adrian Moretti, do you take Lucia Romano to be your lawful wife, to stand beside her in prosperity and hardship, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others as long as you both shall live?” “I do.” “And Lucia Romano, do you take Adrian Moretti to be your lawful husband, to love, honor, and cherish him for the rest of your life?” “I do.”

“Mamá.” “What? I need to know what kind of man my daughter is planning to marry soon.” She arched a brow. “You think I didn’t notice the way he looks at you? As though the sun rises only to give him enough light to stare at your face?” I covered my face with both my hands. "Please. Stop." She laughed, delighted. “I hope your marriage is always filled with love. It’s not an easy one, mafia marriages. Do you think you can manange it?”

Blushing vigorously, I turn quickly and power walk back to duty-free. I can’t believe he remembers my reaction to romance books. Of course, he’d remember to him it seems like yesterday even though it was years ago. I am hating it more and more, knowing that Greg has no memory of the last two years. It is the one thing about this I keep forgetting myself, ironically. In duty-free I look for their book section and try and find a good book to read after I finished reading Stuck in Paradise with You by Laura Carter. How funny that, how this book played out, I now have to live it. So, I look for something a little more darker. Maybe a mafia or even a fantasy with werewolves, I don’t know. Taking

- I need your loyalty, because I can't do it alone, but I can't allow myself to be betrayed either. - Okay, start by telling me who Maria De La Cruz is, the beautiful Mexican who saved my life, and it wasn't by chance. - I won't tell you much, but I will tell you a little at a time. But let's make it mutual. Do you know who your daddy is? - Yes, a former hitman, and right hand of the most mafia doctor in Latin America. - Very well, you have accepted reality, congratulations, and me? do you know who I am?