Dark Mafia Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to draw in a breath. Dante’s voice was quiet and dangerous, rough with warning as he said, “Because I missed you.” He directed a cold smirk at me as he added, "Little sister." _____ Hello, dear readers. I write Dark Romance- about mafia, bully, arrange marriage, obsessed anti-heroes that you'll always fall in love with. And the theme of this book is the same. But this is the first time I am writing a book with mmfm. And if you skipped the Introduction, please note, this book will be DARK, with various themes you might not be comfortable with. A. Gupta

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Chapter five Micah’s POV What the fuck kind of mafia N*****x nightmare had I landed in? Was I being tested? Everything that had happened from the warehouse till now felt surreal, like I’d wake up in a cold sweat any second and laugh at how messed up my dreams had gotten. But I wasn’t waking up. And Elio Romano... God. What the hell was that earlier? Why did he storm in like a man possessed, only to stop short like he was fighting himself? There’d been tension in the air, thick enough to choke on.

But the again, I never knew the standards of the bastard. “Yes, and most of the conversation would be including ideas, which you want to be yours” I said raising an eyebrow. Lorenzo frowned at my change of attitude, but toning my mood down, I sat on the chair and glared at him “the hotels, especially the Romanov line, would not be associated with any of your businesses. I do not have them as mafia safe grounds, but they do run by their own rules and security” “But them being safe grounds would give you a better income”

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

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?”

“You’re insane.” “You’re the one who’s insane,” he snapped. “You think that man cares about you? You think all those sweet looks mean something? He’s a Mafia boss, Genna. He kills people like us for fun.” “Maybe he’s not as heartless as you think.” Marco’s eyes flared. “Listen to yourself. You sound pathetic. You’re falling for the enemy!” “I’m not falling for anyone,” I said firmly, though my chest tightened at my own words. “I’m just trying to survive.”

– DARK ROMANCE MODE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Daniel Blackwood lay beside the unconscious Rose Sinclair, pulling her gently over him… as if she already belonged there. His fingers moved slowly through her hair… while his eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling. Calm outside… but a storm inside. 🌪️ He whispered under his breath— “Tomorrow… everything is going to change, my love…” ❤️ A faint smirk touched his lips.

The cold Parisian night air hits us like a punch. "That drink could have been poisoned," I finally explain, quickening my pace toward the armored Mercedes already waiting on the curb. My low voice carries the weight of years of training. "What if La Main Noire is watching us? We're walking on Lefèvre territory." Alicia stops abruptly, her silver dress shimmering under the streetlight. Her blue eyes darken with understanding. La Main Noire—"The Black Hand"—is how the French mafia is known on the streets. A network of power that infiltrates every level of Paris, from the chicest cafés to the corridors of government. And Olivier Lefèvre, the supposed boss, is a shadow everyone fears but few tru

The club was only dimly lit, the air thick with the reek of alcohol and despair. It was the kind where handshakes sealed deals and were broken by gunfire. I sat in the quiet booth, whiskey in front of me, back to the wall. I waited. For her. Fiorella D'Angelo. The so-called queen of her father's empire. I'd spent the day wondering whether she'd be even remotely the woman people described. The mafia had a reputation for exaggeration, making men monsters, women mythical legends that people couldn't even touch. Most of the time, that's just what they were, exaggerated tales.