Dark Mafia Romance Books 2022 の小説・ストーリー

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.”

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.”

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

My fingers brushed along the cracked leather as I ran through the lot, stopping at one in particular. It had a jet-black cover. No title. Just the silver crest pressed into the leather, a wolf enveloped by thirteen daggers. I cautiously pulled the book from its place. A cloud of dust billowed up into the air. The weight of it alone reminded me why De Luca only touched this book when no other option remained. I stared at the black cover for a moment. I hated this book. Hated what it represented. The De Lucas of the previous generation ruled in suspicion. Through fear. Through blood. I would never turn into that.

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

he growled, pressing hard on Adjo’s hand, causing him to whimper in pain. “I am sorry, Uncle Dante.” Adjo apologized, and my mouth fell ajar. Dante? Uncle? This can not be true, I reasoned, as I cast one last glance at him. My mind clicked, and I realized this man was not a stranger. He was Guilian Guerra’s illegitimate child and the next mafia King of the Red Mafia. He really was the devil…

he said, demanding and angry, and it was sexy to hear him jealous. I wanted to smirk. I wonder if he knew I was earlier with Bryce in my dreams and the janitor's closet. I tried to tell him to fuck off, but I knew I needed to play along because he was one of the sons of the mafia lord, and Bryce was too, and they were both best friends. I must stay close to them, get the information I need, and have my fantasies come true simultaneously. What's wrong with a bit of playtime, huh I thought with a smug smile. I was in my thoughts, and I felt him getting annoyed with me for ignoring him; I yelped when I felt him bite harder on my neck.

Amy was rendered speechless; how did Antonio know all of this? She takes a step back from him and holds her hand up in surprise, “Crime lord? What, like the Russian mafia or something?” she asks with a frown and a flicker of something flashed in his eyes when she said the word ‘mafia’. He nods slowly, “That’s exactly what the Bratva is and now Dimitri has staked his claim on you.”

,I growled out Shit is officially about to hit the fan I hear a knock on my office door. "Come in",I called out gruffly. "Damien do you have anything for me",I growled out. "B…boss I a..am still working on it", He stutters out and I pin a glare on him. I walk towards him, taking small strides till I reach him,toe to toe. I see him moving back and pushing himself into the wall as if that will save him from me. "By the end of today I expect to see some dirt on the Spanish mafia,Do you understand me", I growled out.