Best Mafia Romance Series Novels & Stories

Bride To Be, Twisted Marriage, and CAGED, these are dark mafia romances! A. Gupta

“And now look at you, making Paris more beautiful.” We sat in silence, sipping wine, letting the memories drift between us like smoke. Then I laughed. “When we first met? You were so cold and intimidating.” He snorted. “Of course. I was the big bad Mafia Lord. Wasn’t that the charm you fell for?” “Please,” I rolled my eyes. “The moment Mama Rosa called you ‘Little Pumpkin,’ I knew it was all an act.” He groaned, covering his face with both hands. “You never forget anything, do you?”

I found the coffee pot, still warm on the counter-Mara’s work, no doubt-poured a cup and settled myself at the small table, cup held in both hands. I had four minutes and thirty seconds before Damian appeared. He paused for the briefest of moments at my presence, then came and went from the counter, pouring a cup of coffee, making my presence at his breakfast table seem utterly unremarkable. He sat, not at the opposite end of the table but one seat too close. I said nothing. He picked up the newspaper he’d brought in and began reading. We sat in silence for a long time. The morning light, streaking through the window at an angle, the warm coffee, the stillness… it was so intensely ordinary i

Dmitri spat out blood in my direction, an act of disrespect. I stood up from the chair and walked closer to him, raising his chin so he could take a look at me. "Unlike your miserable father, I am the biggest Mafia Lord in the entire city. Every single one of my enemies fears me, and they all have the right to do so. I am showing you mercy by exchanging your freedom for that of your sister, you should be thankful." I let go afterward, and with one last look at him, I walked out of the room.

Alice nodded at him and walked near Valencia, and held her blóod soaked hands. She muttered something to her but Valencia looked out of her mind. She was not hearing any word Alice was saying, and was trying to kill other men. “How do these men find out that we're here?” Noah said with frowned eyebrows. “And most importantly, don't they have morals or anything!? How can 30 men attack on a single woman!?” Luke scoffed, glaring at the enemies. “Luke!! They're in the mafia! They don't follow morals or rules.” Noah said and rolled his eyes.

Maeve Ford after graduating high school decides to leave Cario, Egypt for the united states of America in search of her brother who had gone missing for years, to find some clues which could lead her to her brother, she steals a book sorted out by every illegal syndicate, powerful Clans, and even the Mafia, this makes her become a target, and amidst everything she gets caught up in a misunderstanding, entangled with a cold-hearted Ceo, and with the increasing need to find her brother she goes into a contract marriage with the enemy

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.

Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones. If you’re a fan of spicy romances with alpha males and basically anything Mafia-related, go for PRECARIOUS: THE GAME OF HEARTS, which is the first in the Castello Di Carte Mafia Chronicles. This would be my best work and I’m currently working on publishing this book digitally by the end of next year. Fingers crossed. I’m currently writing book 2 of the series and let me warn you, this series is super hot and suspenseful. Anyway, if you want to keep updated with my works, you can follow me on I*******M.

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.

A half-burnt cigarette was clenched between his fingers, smoke filling the car as he took a slow drag and exhaled, watching her. She didn’t even bother to answer. She turned and started walking again. His jaw clenched. Luciano Mancini was not used to defiance. He shot a look at the driver through the rearview mirror. The engine started at once, the car rolling forward before stopping beside her again. “I said get in,” he growled. “Or I’ll make you.” The warning in his voice sent a shiver down Rosa’s spine. She knew better than to anger the mafia king. With a quiet sigh, she stepped inside and shut the door, keeping as much distance between them as the seat allowed. She didn’t look at him eve