Books About Mafia Romance 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

"Be careful tonight, Cassandra. This crowd isn't as civilized as it pretends." Then he was gone, swallowed by the crowd with his entourage trailing behind. I stood there, pulse racing, champagne soaking into the hem of my dress. What the hell was that? "Making friends?" Ruby appeared beside me, her voice dripping with mockery. She looked perfect in red silk, playing the role of Roglas princess like she was born for it. "That was Rafael Montez. Mafia boss. Very dangerous. Very off-limits." My stomach twisted. Mafia. "Uncle Javin would have a stroke if he saw you talking to him," Ruby continued, examining her nails. "The Montez family and our... associates have a complicated history. Stay away

And she had. She had been addicted… until she discovered another kind of obsession: mafia romance books. They drank in silence for a while, Mateo quietly suggesting ways to strike against Antonio. Vito rejected each idea, his sharp gaze cutting down every plan, until Milan finally spoke. “I can bring Antonio to you.” Almost immediately, both Mateo and Vito turned their eyes toward her, stunned. “What? You don’t believe I can?” she asked, smirking. Confidence and that familiar rebellious spark surged back within her, stronger than it had been in months.

Not the way I’d need him to. He’ll give me children and lock me into the Cosa Nostra until death. Then he’ll take mistresses while I rot in silence. That’s how the mafia is—brutal, unfair, unrelenting. The chill bites through my thin sweater and old shorts, slippers slapping against the cracked sidewalk as I move. My hands shake so hard I nearly drop my phone, but I manage to unlock it and dial. Ruby picks up on the third ring, voice groggy. “Hello?”

“You don’t understand, Ethan. I can’t just… walk away. I’m married. And even if I wasn’t… you don’t know what this world is like. My father, Mark—this isn’t just about marriage. This is the mafia. This is life and death.” Ethan’s jaw tightened, frustration flashing in his eyes. “Life and death? You’re more likely to die trapped here under your father’s thumb than if you come with me. I can keep you safe.” Mia shook her head vehemently, her hands trembling. “I can’t just abandon my life like that! I… I can’t be reckless. I can’t throw myself into danger blindly. You don’t understand what it means to be a Romano—what it means to live under this… this shadow. Running isn’t safe. It’s stupid. An

He never realized the only reason he was able to put that sick bastard behind bars was because I made it happen. From the moment I joined Boris’ rússkaya máfiya group, I had set my eyes on taking over. I knew I could manage every aspect of our organized crime better and make it more profitable. Boris raged too much, made too many mistakes that cost lives unnecessarily and he managed it with personal emotions. If you happened to cross his path on a bad day, he’d kill you without any reason. That wasn’t a way to run our operation or any of our businesses successfully. So, I learned every aspect of our organization and slowly took more and more control of our illegal businesses and all the cont

she responds. My mind instantly went to Brooklyn. Her underneath me with my cock moving in and out of her... Damm, I have not even kissed her and my mind is on how she will feel around my cock. "Well, that is interesting. I wonder why she has never been seen?" My mother contemplates. "Maybe she is actually an ugly bitch or maybe she is too shy to be in the light of the mafia," Mia speculates. "I hope she is an ugly bitch because then all the men will look at me."

“The last 2 times he called me to taunt me, Marianna was far gone. Like he had broken her completely, she has no idea of who she was. When she heard my name, she called it an ugly name and acted irrationally.” I fell to the bed. “Marianna is gone, acting like a maniac. If w–,” I quickly corrected myself, giving myself some push. “When we find her, I doubt if I'll be able to bring her back. I don't know the level of how much she has lost herself. I'm scared.” For the first time since the whole trouble started, I acknowledge my fear. “How long have you loved her?” Memories of how we started our relationship poured into my head and it made me smile. “A very long time since I ran away from the m

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.

her voice wavered, "who are you?" Rafael felt like his footing crumbled beneath him. Cheryl's question brought him back to a painful reality he had kept hidden for so long. Rafael took a slow breath, moving his shoulders which felt heavy as if he had just carried hundreds of kilograms of weight. "I am Rafael Frederich Wagner, the highest leader of the Wagner clan. The head of an international mafia clan." Rafael paused briefly to observe the shock in Cheryl's eyes. In his heart, he chuckled wistfully, laughing at his own fucking fate.