Best Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

That’s probably why it stood out. The morning at the pool, the Mafia princess scanned Padre, Reinaldo, and me like she’d stepped on better things. When I learned she was married to that asshole Rocco, I felt sorry for her. She was supposed to be a princess, and if I was going to go with fairy-tale analogies, she’d ended up with a frog.

They say if you keep dancing with the devil you’ll get burned. There was only one way that this shit would end. They always say that the only outcomes of being in the game are winding up dead, or going to jail. Would I really get my own happily ever after, being the bastard that I was? With all of the people I hurt, all the bodies I’d made drop, all of the lives I’d destroyed? My name is Louis… And this is my story. Growing up in Birmingham, being forced and groomed into the mafia under the influence of my stepfather.

He never realized the only reason he was able to put that sick bastard behind bars was because I made it happen. From the moment I joined Boris’ rússkaya máfiya group, I had set my eyes on taking over. I knew I could manage every aspect of our organized crime better and make it more profitable. Boris raged too much, made too many mistakes that cost lives unnecessarily and he managed it with personal emotions. If you happened to cross his path on a bad day, he’d kill you without any reason. That wasn’t a way to run our operation or any of our businesses successfully. So, I learned every aspect of our organization and slowly took more and more control of our illegal businesses and all the cont

“But I love you.” Heidi stares into my eyes until she drops the only question I wasn’t ready to hear. “Is that enough, though?” Her eyes fall to my hand on her hip, and she notices my knuckles split, dried blood covering each one of them. She swallows hard and looks up at me again, her expression more serious this time. “How am I supposed to accept that this is what being part of the mafia means? Do you truly expect me to be okay with seeing you get hurt all the time, risking your life because of what…?”

Some habits never die. As the car rolled into the driveway, the house loomed before me. It was the same glass and cement block mansion, yet somehow different. It wasn’t the missing rose garden; I had already seen that. But I remembered the way my heart had broken when I first realized he had cut it down. I couldn’t even be properly angry at him for it because he wouldn’t have remembered that he had ordered it to be cut down anyway. Cristiano had been serious about leaving the Mafia behind. There were times he had long discussions with Ricardo, and now they were working toward building a legitimate company.

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.

“My father isn’t even cold in the ground. His body’s barely in the crypt, and you people are already shoving a business document in my face? Is this what the Mafia calls respect? Brutality? Callousness? Aren’t you all supposed to be human?” Antonio didn’t flinch. He never did. He just watched me with those cold, patient eyes that had seen worse tantrums than mine. I tore the folder open. The header hit me like a slap. MARRIAGE AGREEMENT My fingers trembled as I scanned the first page, then the second, then the third. Black ink on cream paper. Clauses. Signatures. Papa’s bold, familiar scrawl stared back at me at the bottom, dated three weeks before his death. Then next to it.

ok says Ibrahim, both sleep and after some days Ibrahim gets well perfectly, right now Ibrahim was making love to mehak, just then Ibrahim phone ranged up, he doesn't want to receive it but seen caller name he says Jaan this is important he received it and says hello, hello me Ibrahim I am your Dr I got your money to thank you, Ibrahim sir if you want some more help just call me, Ibrahim says ok and cuts the call, on the other hand, Dr wife says Ibrahim khan gave you this much money why? dr says because he loves his wife very much he can do anything for her you see mafia possessive love, Ibrahim made love to mehak and says this mafia man can do anything for his mehak, only you can make me on

Where have I heard that name before? Deciding I had enough of listening to the news, I turn the TV off as I put on some music before I focus on the book I am reading. I am reading a Mafia romance where the male lead is the mafia underboss, and he falls for the girl that is the sunshine to his grumpy mood. I can’t help but snort from time to time thinking how can she fall for everything he does to her. How he plays and manipulates her without giving nothing back. I must have fallen asleep while I was reading in bed after dinner because when I open my eyes and stretch my arms I feel like I have slept for hours. I look around the room and remember the morning I woke up in Dash’s bed.

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.