Dark Mafia Romance Books With Trigger Warnings Novels & Stories

I'm sorry and I didn't mean to punish her, lol. It's to drive the plot forward. Also, check out my new book. **TREVOR(slow update) ** Mated to the Mafia Werewolves: The Alpha and Beta wants me( a mafia/werewolf story) 3 chapters weekly (Dark romance, read at your own risk) As the chapter progresses, it might contain some trîggers. I'll be updating three times weekly and it will start next Monday. Also, anticipate the spin-off of Alpha Sin.

“Sure, I was born ready for it. I am a Nikolaev after all.” I should have known in our world something always got fucked up. Someone always died. Father died. Alexei’s life was hell because of my mother. Revenge was an ongoing theme in this life - mafia or not. Someone got to Adrian. It was the reason for the car chase. It had to be. The question was why? “You hate the world right now.” Alexei’s voice pulled me away from the fog of unknowns. “I don’t—” I cut myself off. There was no sense denying it. I did hate the world. I hated that I couldn’t remember much from that night, leaving me with a million questions. I hated that the last words from Adrian that I remember were said in anger.

Not the way I’d need him to. He’ll give me children and lock me into the Cosa Nostra until death. Then he’ll take mistresses while I rot in silence. That’s how the mafia is—brutal, unfair, unrelenting. The chill bites through my thin sweater and old shorts, slippers slapping against the cracked sidewalk as I move. My hands shake so hard I nearly drop my phone, but I manage to unlock it and dial. Ruby picks up on the third ring, voice groggy. “Hello?”

A true fallen angel is not afraid of darkness, but appreciates it, adores it, and enjoys it. In the same way that in Colombia they prepared an exclusive party, where there were guests of all kinds, exotic, eccentric, etc.. The important thing was that they had money and that they collaborated with the illicit association that Maria De La Cruz was trying to lead, and that was also growing and leaving in its wake the personalized Mexican brand. That party was very difficult for her, since there were faces, images that had done her wrong at some point, that were not friends at all, but she knew that world had to be extremely cold, and that was how little by little she was becoming a successful

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

he said, “we begin for real. And you’ll understand why some choices can’t be undone.” Her pulse raced as he stepped back into the shadows, leaving her standing alone in the street, every sense on fire. She knew she was no longer an ordinary woman. She was a player in a dangerous game, drawn by the allure of power, the threat of violence, and the pull of a man who could break her in a thousand ways without ever touching her. And she realized something terrifyingly thrilling: she didn’t want to leave. Because Dante Moretti had crossed the line. And so had she.

Somewhere across that glittering sprawl, in a private hospital wing, my nephew was recovering from another PTSD episode while his woman held their newborn daughter close. Somewhere in Vito’s old mansion, Brenda lay awake in the dark, waiting for my signal. And somewhere in the middle of it all, Nella Moretti, her father’s daughter, more dangerous than anyone had yet given her credit for, was beginning to understand the shape of something she did not yet have a name for. I hoped, for reasons I chose not to examine too closely, that she would not figure it out in time. A strange thought. One I dismissed immediately.

“—why are you all so insistent on dragging me into your business?” Father dragged me back into the mafia, Sophia was trying to drag me deeper by entangling me with the family business. And Marco? He was no exception since he dragged me into a sex trafficking war zone tonight. I couldn't help but wonder, why was everyone so bent on dragging me into this war? Marco dropped his glass after a long sip, leaning on the counter with his elbows he said; “Because you're the reason for this war."

Leaving to become the wife of a mafia kingpin who murdered my brother’s future? No one would understand. Hell, I didn’t understand. And now… here I am. The morning after the wedding. The silk sheets tangled around me like chains. The black band feeling tight on my finger heavy enough to bruise. The man who ruined my life… and now calls me wife. The black shirt Dante had given me hung off one shoulder. His scent was still trapped in the collar...dark woods, smoke, a hint of clove. It made my throat tighten. Not because I liked it.

Pleading her to say what he needs. She contemplates his question and reply's No just trying to ascertain all the information I am a need to know kind of girl you can’t keep me in the darkness even for my protection it doesn’t work that way for me. He nods once-a man who respects that about her. They reach the coffee shop, he orders for both of them without asking-he’s learned her preference-then finds a corner table away from windows. So he just chooses to be honest with her and says. You want the truth? I’m connected to every major operation in this city. Drugs, gambling, protection rackets, real estate laundering. People owe me money. Some owe me blood. There are families who’d use you to