Dark Mafia Romance Books With Trigger Warnings Novels & Stories

I wanted to know what kind of sin could pull a man from an altar back into the blood-soaked world of the mafia, but I knew it was outside my bounds to ask. "Why do you think something would go wrong?" I asked instead. Curiosity got the better of my fear, and my palms began to sweat. A quiet panic started to set in. Dario was planning to crash the event to enact a petty, cruel revenge for his college humiliation, but Roman was here under their father's orders to ensure the night went flawlessly. What the hell had I gotten myself into? Did Roman already know about Dario’s plan? Was that the real reason he was here? To stop his brother?

I had some dirty secrets of my own, and a past I wasn’t proud of. I was part of a Mafia family. A family of organized crime. But God help me, even though I had my own skeletons in the closet… If I’d have known that Sapphire was going to betray me in the worst fucking possible way, I would have torched that bitch and left her to die the first time I ever laid eyes on her. I would have disposed of her without a second fucking thought, and then moved on with my life without looking back. It takes more than a pretty girl to bring me to my knees. The more I push, the more she pushes back. Sapphire is a challenge that I’m not used to, but she needs to learn a thing or two about loyalty.

“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.

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

I whispered, my heart aching painfully, "just let me go. If you want, I could end my l..." ‎"Shhh, sweetheart." A tall, index finger found my lips, lingering momentarily before pulling away. "Keep your mouth from uttering such words, only the people I kill get to say them." ‎Ah, he was totally nuts. ‎However, he wasn't done. "Because if you do that, and perhaps attempt to run away from me, every single person around you; Adelle, Sarah, Chrysielle, the people you've treated, I'll hunt them down and hurt them in the best way possible then I'll feed their parts to your corpse and make sure you all have a perfect reunion."

TRIGGER WARNING! This series contains a lot of controversial subjects that may trigger or upset some readers. This is the clear warning that this book will cover many situations such as: Kidnap, Stockholm Syndrome, R*pe/ Sexual abuse, Death, Miscarriage, Abortion, Extreme Sexual content (both mentioned and described in detail) Cheating/ Affairs, LGBTQ relationships and a relationship between family HOWEVER it's not technically incest as they are NOT blood-related. If any of these subjects upset, trigger, distress or anger you then take this as a warning NOT TO CONTINUE READING.

He said and went back to his work while Heer rolled her eyes. “Dust will be beneficial, only harm is harm ... You will make me a criminal, my hereafter will be destroyed ... What is the use of asking a servant ...? In your opinion, the advantage is ... Welcome to Me Mafia ... But in my view it is ... Welcome to me in hell ....” She gritted her teeth, muttered under her breath and looked out at the streets that led her to a strange city in a strange country...

He would smile in the face of this slow burning death from her satanic lover. The lid of his own trunk lifted and the demonic visage of Soloman Hart looked down at him for what he immediately recognized was the last time. It wasn't a look of rage or even one of satisfaction on the mafia king's face that finally forced a quake of fear to slither through Shank's bloodied and battered body. It was the flat, dead look of acceptance for what must be. He slammed the lid shut and walked away, leaving the gangbanger to dream of his angel until death do they part.

It’s on a lighter note than Forced mafia brides but still, painful and gripping. Trigger warnings of this book (A mafia king’s games): Violence, language, sex, kidnapping, and torture. (These may be updated as the story unfolds) Book tropes: Age gap, touch her you die, possessive, she fell first he fell hard, sunshine x grumpy. Slade’s P.O.V. “Let’s go to the club tonight. You have been a sour puss since we took over Lurther’s territory.” Baste groaned out, taking the last gulp of the whisky he had been swirling in his glass.