Dark Mafia Romance Books Novels & Stories

Or will loving Damian Vercetti cost her the last piece of herself she has left? *************** AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey, reader. Let’s get one thing straight this is not your sweet, safe mafia romance. This story is dark. Twisted. Obsessive. There are moments that will make you pause, ache, maybe even rage. Damian Vercetti is not your redemption arc. He’s power without apology. Possession without permission. And Isabella? She’s not the damsel she’s the storm trying to survive the fire. If you’re here for roses and candlelight, this isn’t your book.

Tony says. I freeze. The ornately carved door to what I’ve come to realize is Dante’s office stands slightly ajar, something I’ve never seen in my days here. “Do we have the bodies for that?” Dante asks. “I’d rather not waste time going back over places we thought we cleared.” My breath catches. I don’t know what they’re talking about, but I can tell it’s mafia business. Which includes me now. Tony murmurs something too low for me to hear, and then Dante appears in the crack of the door wearing another all-black suit. I stare up at him, half expecting the same dangerous heat to his voice I heard in his bedroom. Listening in like this has to be against the rules.

Furious at what Dante had done, she was about to strike the man with her hand. However, Dante managed to catch her wrist. The man continued to stare at her intently, and this made Orella feel uncomfortable with what Dante was doing. "You always surprise me, Orella Daria Maldini," Dante said softly. Orella was transfixed when she heard Dante's voice. The man's gaze left her speechless. She didn't realize that her clothes were already off her body. "What are you doing?" asked Orella after realizing what had happened. "I'm Helping you clean up! I don't want to smell Lucifer on your body!" Dante replied as he squeezed the bottle of liquid soap.

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…

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.

"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.

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.”

“If…If today’s any indication, I’m not scared of a little heat. The question is… are you?” Romero gave a sharp laugh, a delicious sound that did weird things to her nipples. “I’m a mafia lord. I have a garden of body parts. I’m not scared of anything.” His hand strayed from her face around to the back of her head. Anateya sighed, leaning into his touch as his fingers delved into her hair. She’d sell her soul to this devil to have him take her, right here on the hood of his car. Romero’s conflicted expression faded, replaced by something that made blood rush to her cheeks. His stare bore into her as if he was peeling back her layers to see inside. The next moment, his lips crashed to hers.

Crime? In his case crime really did pay it would seem. Everything about him screamed money. It was so different to me. He was so different to me and maybe that’s why I was so attracted to him. Not for his money but because like he had said he was so darkly dangerous. Even dressed casually like he was, it poured off of him in waves.

__________________ **PROLOGUE** "You don't escape me, Crimson. Not in this life. Not in the next. You were mine the moment you breathed your first, and I'll carve my name into your soul until you remember it." CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] Book 1 from 'MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE' series ________________________ **AUTHOR NOTES** Meet the 'Mafia Second Chance Romance MINE series' Family member's books:- Book 1: CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] story of Azrael Sartori