Books About Mafia Love Novels & Stories

"You don't want to talk about the book you read?" Gardenia waves an airy hand. "Nah. It was a vampire book. Vampires aren't my thing." "What is your thing?" I ask before I can think better of it. And Gardenia grins, wiggling on her stool until her thigh brushes against mine. "My favorite book we read so far was a mafia one. It was about this complete psychopath who stole the heroine away to his own private island." "And the hero saves her?" Gardenia snorts. "The mafia guy is the hero. It's kind of an edgy book."

They worked together and he was their boss. “How long have you been in the mafia?” The craziest thing about this whole situation was that I wasn’t freaked out about it. It was probably the books that were getting to my head, making me believe I could have my own love story with a mafia boss. Books really made people delusional. “I was born into it. I had no choice.”

“ Right? Anyway, I told you about how I just wanted to live a normal life and date a regular guy, right?” “ Yes,” I nodded my head. “ Turns out, that wasn't part of my life's plan. I'm actually dating someone in the mafia,” she whispered. “ Oh my gosh,” I gasped. I hadn't realized how invested I was in her story. “ But is that really a big deal? Like I don't see why dad or Miro would complain,” I voiced my opinion. “ Yeah, if he wasn't in our own mafia and Miro’s closest friend at that,” she spilled the bean.

Every head turned toward her. Some stared in shock. Others glared openly, anger flickering across their faces. A few servants exchanged nervous looks, knowing full well Flaviana held the authority to report any of them directly to Bruno. Flaviana met each gaze calmly. “You’ve all seen enough,” she said evenly. No one spoke. “When you hear the word mafia,” Flaviana continued, her voice steady but sharp, “this is what it means. Blood. Power. Fear. And Mr. Bruno Deluca is not just part of that world—he rules it.”

Lorenzo broke first. "Please." The word came out cracked. Pathetic. Human. Mark didn't move. "Please." Again. Nothing. Mia found herself looking away. Not because she pitied Lorenzo. But because she suddenly understood something she hadn't before. The mafia didn't survive because it was brutal. It survived because it knew when brutality wasn't necessary. That realization unsettled her more than anything she'd seen. On the drive home, she stayed quiet. Mark let her. For once.

Chapter 5 Sofia's POV I spent the rest of the day lost in thought, trying to imagine what tonight's event would look like. The thought of attending a mafia gathering, where the most notorious figures would converge, sent shivers down my spine. My first encounter with the mafia still haunted me - the memory of blood splattering everywhere, the sound of gunfire echoing through the chapel, and the lifeless body crumpling to the ground. It was a gruesome reminder of the world Mark inhabited, and now, I was being pulled into its depths.

Tears are flying down my face. Hurt, pain, and disappointment are all eating me up. The Mafia wants to get hold of these biochips. I was sacred of the doctors getting hold of them. What about the Mafia? This is very bad. It was all the plan since day one to give them the prototype for the biochips. But how naïve of me. I gave them more. I gave them my heart. What did I do so wrong? That I am always falling deeply in love with the men who don’t just break me.

"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."

I say. And when they find out they will have to pick sides for the war that will start because of me. When the time comes I promise myself I will tell them but for now, they must think that I still love Declan Blue Diaz leader of La mafia de la Muerte. (The Mafia of Death)

I decided to taunt her more I want her to loose it . I moved closer to her and touch her lips ,I felt a weird connection between us ,so I moved close to her and whisper in her ear .. where do u want it lil slut? Here or outside ?? I fanned her neck .. she shivered lightly .. I was about to do more before I felt someone pull me back … I had totally forgotten my sister is here .. lilo dear ! Sorry but I will talk to you later I need to leave now and she .. I said pointing to the girl is coming with me ….. she made to protest but I stopped her no lilo I promise you I won’t kill her … take care lil sister I said and peck her on her head ….. I dragged the girl along with me , we got to my car ,ge