Dark Mafia Romance Book Novels & Stories

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.

, 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

“Marriage between you and me? You see that—how it sounds? A B S U R D.” “It’s either that or you go back to Zeus. And trust me, you don’t want to find out what he will do to you.” The back of my knees hit the chair. His arm snakes around my waist, catching me. “Have you heard of Ravens?” I nod. Who doesn’t know about the five deadly mafia lords who rule the world with an iron fist? And I know he is one of them.

“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.

"Maybe I'm just a Roglas. That seems to be enough." "No." Rafael shifted to face her fully. "This isn't about your family name. I've dealt with the Roglases before. They're small-time, barely worth my attention. But tonight, I watched the Bratva, the Calabrians, and a private military contractor all try to grab you. That level of interest doesn't come from being a minor mafia princess." Cassandra's face had gone pale. "I don't understand." "Neither do I. Yet." The car pulled into an underground garage. Rafael's safe house, a renovated warehouse he used for situations exactly like this. Secure, private, impossible to find unless you knew where to look.

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a deep voice commands. I turn. He walks in like he owns the place. Broad shoulders under a tailored black suit, dark eyes that slice through the chaos. His presence is heavier than the gunfire. Dante Morreti. I know that name. Whispers. Mafia. Blood. Power. The devil of New York. His gaze pins me in place. My chest tightens, breath shallow. “She’s the bride?” he asks, almost amused. “Yes, Boss,” one of his men answers. “Pretty little thing,” Dante murmurs, eyes raking me head to toe. “Shame she belongs to a coward.”