Books About Mafia Love Novels & Stories

“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…?”

I admitted, pulling her phone out and placing it in the centre of the table. “I was once told that men like you always have a reason for doing these... torturing people. So, help me understand. What did he do to make you hurt him so brutally?” I regarded her while she waited for an answer, her eyes wandering around the cafe but not meeting mine for a single second. Maybe the thought of Leona had driven me toward her, but Abigail was nothing like that traitor. “That man was of the Bratva. They are—” “Russian Mafia.” She gave a half-shrug. “I know. They’re very notorious, from what I’ve read.”

However, I regretted the idea of planning anything along her side a while after I started and she grew pickier than ever. “Well, if you’re going to do something that matches what you did on her wedding, believe me, the other mafia families are going to start calling you to organize their events” Vladimir complimented. I smiled and ran my finger over his jawline, gently scratching his scruff “just be safe for me, and let me know if you need anything; I’ll be sure to provide it” “I know and I’ll never doubt that” I whispered “I love you” “And I love you, my gorgeous malyshka”

But he claimed that he loved me. Fuck his love! Mafia people don't know a thing about love. They were everything love never supported. These people only knew how to kill, torture and rape innocents. Love wasn't a book for them nor they should claim it to stain the meaning of love. Everything my subconscious said was right but...

I pushed the slightly opened door, causing them to turn to my direction. "Mafia?" I said, my voice cutting through the air. Their expressions twisted into a mix of shock and worry. "You guys are in the Mafia? Is that why you feel like you can dominate my life? Is that the reason you turn blind eyes to my feelings? Is that why my emotions do not matter to any one of you?" I scoffed heavily. "It's obvious you have no hearts!" I had taken enough from them. I was furious, and I needed to pour it out.

I turned and rushed back inside the door. He had changed his habits and behaviour toward me a lot. He tried to be a good person to me. He genuinely cared for me. He threatened me that he did not want a single tear in my eyes. He apologised for forcing me to marry him. He would be seething with anger and still would pass his smile to me. I had heard mom saying he had been crueller to people than before. He had wiped away more than half the men of the south mafia. He was badly craving to have Maya back to kill her. She was also one of the killers of his brother. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I reached the balcony and stared out.

Chapter 2 At the tender age of sixteen I made the decision to run away from home. Was it difficult? Of course it was but not for the reasons many may think. Growing up, my life wasn’t a fairytale despite what it may have looked like, my parents were wealthy and I needed or wanted nothing but their attention, their love, and their gentleness unfortunately though those words were not in my parents vocabulary instead they used violence and had both me and my brother growing up around petty thieves and criminals which is why when I decided to leave my childhood home I promised myself that i would never get involved with anything like that ever again.

* Laura had called Luciano’s mother, Francesca Mancini, desperately begging to meet, and Francesca calmly told her to just meet her at dinner. Francesca was the only daughter of the old Italian Don, which made Luciano the heir to everything. Years ago, Francesca had run off to marry a poor man she fell in love with against her father’s wishes, but she couldn't hack the poverty. She didn't even last five years before she abandoned her husband and that life, crawling back to the mafia royalty she’d left behind. That move ruined Luciano. It took a happy, energetic boy and twisted him into a cold, heartless monster—a man who lived up to his brutal title.

“Make sure you make the right decision, or something bad will happen to the children you teach.” Indeed, the Mafia Boss of the “Diamond Khangpae” was truly heartless, involving innocent children in his dangerous game. She clenched her fist and gritted her teeth as she kept on thinking about the condition Hyun-woo set up for her. She had to work for him on a mission, or else he would harm the kids.

Volume/Book 1: The Stylish Mafia Girl & Her Muse Mafia men have been the trend of town for ages; their dominance over the world resembles a ghost ruling the graveyard—driven by that statement when exceptionally beautiful female Simone Thompson—the ruling Mafia of Austria vows to change the belief, then destruction is accompanied by terror, action, and the everlasting love to kill for adventure.