Dark Mafia Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I gritted, rolling my eyes, balling my hands into fists and rattling them angrily. “Stop speaking like this, Ace. You’re pissing me off. What the fuck’s gotten into you?” Leonardo trailed off his sentence, seething. “It’s our obligation to serve the Corsican Mafia, it’s the life we were fucking born into, the life we were born to lead. It’s not fair for you to say all this shit, defying Padre’s wishes. He’s getting old and frail, the least you can do is listen to what he fucking tells you to do in his last years.”

His hands lowered to her ass and squeezed, bringing her tightly against him. "Let's go." He murmured. "Before I lose control and take you right here." She giggled as he slipped an arm around her waist and led her away. ... Hello readers Another chapter coming up. PS: I have released a new book, a werewolf romance. If you love enemies to lovers trope, where the male lead and female lead hate each other but can't deny the attraction between them, then that book is for you. Title:Barbarian: Mated To The Savage Alpha.

– but here, wrapped deep in the warm duvet, she didn’t want to move a muscle. The air smelled wonderful. Clean, earthy, like rich soil after a summer rain. And like him. Like Hades. Like his beard, maybe? She had to stop herself from mentally swooning. Seriously, Claudine? Get a grip! Her eyes scanned everywhere. The room was mostly dark colors, making it feel cozy despite its size. She noticed a tall bookshelf, full of books, and a comfy-looking chair tucked in a corner – a study nook. Wow. He even reads. The mafia boss has a library.

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?

🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲 Carlos's Pov- My father has been nagging at me since we arrived about meeting María. Something isn't quite right! I have this gut feeling he is up to something but I haven't been able to figure out what that something is as of yet. I swirled the ice around the inside of my glass, Even whiskey wouldn't set me at ease. Nicolas was dead, I made sure of it. But Maria, The sweet Princesa De la Mafia, had been through a traumatic event when she was supposed to be under my protection. I failed her, I failed and she had suffered for it.

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 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.”

After all, the Devil was obsessed with traditional methods too… Two bulky men were standing beside Darlos waiting for his boss's command,Darlo was screaming to leave him. "Rub that chilli", hearing his boss's command, both of them started rubbing it on Darlos body aggressively. Damien sitting on a chair glare with smirk plastered on his face watching at the shouting mad man tied up in front of him. "Now spread that charcoal all over this fucker's body" Damien stood up from his chair looking at his prey who was now begging him to have mercy on him. Did he care ? No ,no one have right to talk about his family but he was threatening the Boss…the king of this whole fucking mafia world.

"Why are you harassing him?" "Who am I?" The rude man uttered, brushing his fingers against his chin, looking relaxed. "I am Oliver Davies, the leader of 'The Dragon'. You have heard of that name, right?" He smirked, looking into the girl's eyes. Lucia gasped upon hearing the name. The Dragon was the most vicious mafia gang in England and were addressed as monsters by normal people. It was said that if The Dragon laid their eyes on something, then they would go to any lengths to get hold of it.

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.