Best Mafia Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Rosie cried as she clung unto his fingers gently, although she knew Edwardo would not like to see her like this but she could not help it. Her husband was hurt. And she is heart broken. She placed her head gently at the side of the bed and sobbed. She knew that by morning Mason would be her and she would have to be strong for him so she gently sobbed with her head bowed in front of her husband. She remembered when Edwardo had told her that he wanted to become a full time husband she had objected to it and he had told her that the game of being a Mafia was a risky one but she had still objected saying that the game could not be so risky,but now she has realized how risky it was and she had al

Fucking bitch. This past week had been pretty busy for me. I had at least two dates with two crime bosses this past weekend and it was disastrous. There was a gun fight with one while the other I actually had a narrow escape. It wasn't really friendly. Giovanni's was kinda easy since he's a sucker for women.

Then it slammed back into me— I was kidnapped. And I probably belonged to a mafia boss now. I looked down at myself. Underwear. Not surprising. I turned, and there he was. The man. The mafia leader. Seated in a chair, casually flipping through an actual newspaper, a steaming cup of coffee in hand. The demon reads newspapers. “Name?” I asked, my voice hoarse. “Adrian.” “Age?” “Thirty-six.” I gasped. He looked younger than I expected. And that body—

My dad, my biological dad, decided to hurt me in exchange for power. “If only Zolandria hadn’t been weak. It’s such a pity.” The man scoffs. “If only.” My dad affirms, disappointment lacing his voice. My heart dropped into my stomach. If I thought my world crumbled on the altar, then today my entire universe has. Damien lied about his parents. His parents are involved with the mafia. He knew how much I wanted to get away from it all. My dad orchestrated the betrayal on my wedding day. What is even real now?

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.

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🌹 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. 🤭❤️

And that coward… that coward had cut her down. “I’m leaving.” “To Boston?” “Yeah. I only came to make sure you were okay, and you are. You even found your better half and he’s so besotted with you.” She forced a laugh, swiping at her eyes. “Besides, someone needs to tell Mama to expect grandkids.” Shoot. Aunt Carina. Not only had I lied about selling the hotel and returning in a week, I had married a mafioso. A don. She was going to kill me before my enemies ever got the chance.

Or will loving Damian Vercetti cost her the last piece of herself she has left? *************** AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey, reader. Let’s get one thing straight this is not your sweet, safe mafia romance. This story is dark. Twisted. Obsessive. There are moments that will make you pause, ache, maybe even rage. Damian Vercetti is not your redemption arc. He’s power without apology. Possession without permission. And Isabella? She’s not the damsel she’s the storm trying to survive the fire. If you’re here for roses and candlelight, this isn’t your book.

I replied, shaking his hand briefly before pulling it back, a tingle left in its place. “So, Kalia, what’s so captivating in that book of yours that you almost missed the best coffee in town?” He nodded toward my cup. I tilted my head, considering him. “You are assuming I don’t already know that this place has the best coffee.” He raised an eyebrow. “Fair enough. But now I’m curious about the book.” I held it up, the cover facing him. “It’s a mystery novel. Keeps me on my toes.” He leaned in slightly, intrigued. “A mystery, huh? So, you like solving puzzles?”