Dark Mafia Romance Book Novels & Stories

Sherly listened attentively as the reporter's voice filled the vehicle, detailing the recent events in the ongoing mafia conflict. "The latest reports indicate that the long-standing rivalry between the Vile Mafia and the Rui Lin Mafia has reached a violent climax," the reporter announced gravely. Sherly looked out of the window, as she already knew its content. "In a decisive battle earlier today, the Rui Lin Mafia emerged victorious, effectively dismantling the Vile Mafia's hold on the city."

she says with a chuckle, before scribbling another list. Mafia/Crime Lord: Mafia Boss Drug Lord Smuggler Cartel Leader Money Launderer I laugh. “Yeah, definitely keeping the first four, but money launderer sounds too... boring for a dark romance. Where’s the thrill?” Jenni nods in agreement and starts on another list. I watch as she meticulously writes out the next category. Obsessive Lover: Bodyguard Psychiatrist or Therapist Business Tycoon with control issues Ex-Military or Mercenary

“It’s about the girl.” The girl whose pussy I can still smell all over me. Instead of mentioning that, I decide to play dumb and ask, “What girl?” “Diavolo, don’t blame dumb. You know what girl I’m talking about. My fucking fiancée,” he whispers harshly. I can’t help but smile. Yes, I’m fucked up, but knowing how up in arms he is over his fiancée, one would think if he really cared about her, he wouldn’t have gambled with her life the way he did.

I see nothing that shows he's joking. I’ve watched movies and read enough books to understand what it means for a mafia lord to demand that I serve him and his guests. In some cases, their women even have to get fucked by others as they sit and watch. Some are even given out to pay debts, and those people are never gentle with them. How… how can I… “Prima Carla Dawson…” Oh, he even knows my full name. Just what I want. “You will serve me and my guests. Anyone I choose. If they like you, all it takes is an order from me, and you are in another man's bed. You will obey me unconditionally.”

– but here, wrapped deep in the warm duvet, she didn’t want to move a muscle. The air smelled wonderful. Clean, earthy, like rich soil after a summer rain. And like him. Like Hades. Like his beard, maybe? She had to stop herself from mentally swooning. Seriously, Claudine? Get a grip! Her eyes scanned everywhere. The room was mostly dark colors, making it feel cozy despite its size. She noticed a tall bookshelf, full of books, and a comfy-looking chair tucked in a corner – a study nook. Wow. He even reads. The mafia boss has a library.

Black gloves. “Mr. Rossi,” the man said politely. Matteo didn’t speak. The man walked over to the chair, sat down, crossed his legs. Unhurried. “I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to tell you a story.” Matteo’s lips pressed into a line. “What kind of story?” “One about blood. About power. And about how Dominic Pendragon stole everything that was never his to begin with.” --- Back in the city, Dominic stood in his office with blood on his hands.

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to draw in a breath. Dante’s voice was quiet and dangerous, rough with warning as he said, “Because I missed you.” He directed a cold smirk at me as he added, "Little sister." _____ Hello, dear readers. I write Dark Romance- about mafia, bully, arrange marriage, obsessed anti-heroes that you'll always fall in love with. And the theme of this book is the same. But this is the first time I am writing a book with mmfm. And if you skipped the Introduction, please note, this book will be DARK, with various themes you might not be comfortable with.

, Alexander said with a smirk on his lips, he found her reaction amusing she thought she was rich, he was going to show her what being rich truly meant, this mansion was a generation mansion, being the only child of his parents the mansion was passed down to him and he made a lot of changes to it to suit his taste, this was his only property that he didn’t acquire by himself, the rest of his property he worked hard and earned it himself. Carlos had told him of what Ariana asked him in the hotel and he wasn’t surprised that she asked that it was bound to happen someday, he knew he had lot of things he was keeping away from her and it was only a matter of time before the questions would begin

“The Heiress.” He leaned back, resting his studious gaze on mine. “You want her.” When I didn’t respond, he laughed, slapping his knee in amusement. Giancarlo Conti traded flesh and women, boasting contacts of the most depraved individuals who could afford to pay for their sick fantasies to come to life. My father had been in on it with him. George Marlow had let most of it happen in the Grand Marlow Hotel. My thoughts? They’re all sick individuals who deserve the worst deaths. Darko and George had gotten the easy way out, a bullet to the head, but I wasn’t going to let Giancarlo escape with a less brutal fate.