Books About Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

🌹 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. 🤭❤️

“Necessary???!!! For who!!? You? Your reputation? when has anything you've done been necessary dad!!! Tell me! Just one time!!! Once!!! I had hope for us dad! in you!! I barked a humorless laugh. But you know what? screw that and screw you!. I grabbed my bag and was just about to storm out when I heard his voice . “She’s feisty. I like that.” I froze and slowly turned. There he was, hidden in the darkest end of the cafe. Luca Romano. He rose to his feet and gently approached us. Like time was his. He looked like he owned every building in the city and maybe he did. Tall, broad shouldered and his eyes....so dark that they pinned me in place. He had a smirk that promised trouble. Gorgeous. Wha

“Let’s pick up some pizza and head home. You know how your mother gets when she’s hungry.” He laughed. “Not as angry as you, Dad.” The Fifth Republic Series continues with Luca's story in The Emperor. Flip to the end of this book to read the first few chapters of his story and preorder it now. If you're looking for something new to read while you wait for The Emperor, I've got another mafia romance with a golden retriever that falls first and hard for the woman he's forbidden to touch. Read It Kills Me now! For those who are looking for a dark romance about a very morally grey alpha with black cat vibes where the MMC makes the FMC earn her freedom, read Buttons and Lace now.

Pleasing his wife meant trying to share some of her interests, but he didn’t expect to be pages deep into a story about some Afghans and their wars. This was not a romance story. He shut the copy of A Thousand Splendid Suns. He only enjoyed her mafia romance novels when he was reading them to her, or he would have started with those. They contained lots of misinformation about the mafia, but Camilla cared more for the main leads happy ever afters so he kept shut. Maybe that was why she liked the books. They were a respite from her mafia reality. The long-awaited call came in. His phone buzzed on the hotel bed, and he tossed the book on it. He picked up the device and murmured a gruff, “Tell

I know we all want to know what happened next on Lidia and Bruno’s part but why don’t you grab a box of popcorn and let journey together into the mafia world part. Thank you for reading, you all mean a lot to me. And let me quickly remind us of their names again: Bruno the ice king Lorenzo the tall man Matador the blacksmith Alarico the balancer accountant Gennado the old wolf Salvatore the ghost money laundering Gravino the cleaner

“You say that like it’s a flaw.” Alessandro poured himself wine. “No, little brother. It’s a reminder. Passion makes you reckless.” The way he said it wasn’t about romance it was about war. Elena’s pulse quickened. Every word at this table felt like a move in a game she barely understood. The servers began to bring in dishes roasted lamb, truffle risotto, gold-rimmed glasses of red wine. The meal looked exquisite, but no one seemed to be eating. “You’ve built quite a life outside, Adrien,” Alessandro said, turning his glass slowly. “Businesses in Paris, connections in the East. I almost thought you’d forgotten us.”

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.

Chapter 56: Mafia’s Wrath LUCIAN’S POV The private jet hummed at 40,000 feet, the cabin dim, the only light coming from my iPad’s glow as I scrolled through encrypted messages, my fingers tapping with precision. The $30 million cocaine shipment deal with the Calabrese syndicate in Italy consumed my focus, every detail a matter of life or death—routes, contacts, payoffs. I sat in a leather seat, my black shirt open at the collar, my jaw tight, my mind locked on the job. Ethan’s face—his bruised jaw, his rejection in his driveway—tried to creep in, but I shoved it down, buried it under the weight of business. Marco sat across from me, his laptop open, his eyes scanning data, while my two trust

She's gracious and kind, and even though she's cunning and witty, she shouldn't be part of the world where he is. The mafia world is not the world for her. Furrowing his brow, George finally found his voice, his tone heavy with concern. "Liam, I... I don't know what to say. Yes, I think... I think I am in love with her." He leaned back, feeling conflicted by the emotion inside him. He couldn't bear to see her be part of the world where he is, but he also doesn't want to be part of her. "But I'm worried, Liam. Worried that she'll get caught up in this... this dirty world that I'm a part of. I can't bear the thought of her being tainted by it all."