Novel & Cerita Dark Possessive Mafia Romance Books

“Marriage between you and me? You see that—how it sounds? A B S U R D.” “It’s either that or you go back to Zeus. And trust me, you don’t want to find out what he will do to you.” The back of my knees hit the chair. His arm snakes around my waist, catching me. “Have you heard of Ravens?” I nod. Who doesn’t know about the five deadly mafia lords who rule the world with an iron fist? And I know he is one of them.

The situation I was in helped me recollect my thoughts. He sat in the chair Marcus had occupied earlier, his elbows resting on the armrests, his fingers steepled in front of him. His dark eyes locked onto mine with an anger that made my blood turn to ice. Alexander Wolfe, the man behind the syndicate. The man who could make people disappear with a single word. He was terrifyingly calm, but his scrunched up face reflected the anger radiating from him like heat from a furnace. “Cassandra I presume,” he said, his voice low and measured.

My irritation grew as he chuckled softly. He took another step closer. Now there was barely space between us. “Then tell me how it works.” “You’re the mafia king,” I said quietly. “You order people around.” “And you obey?” “No.” “Yet you're standing here, right in front of me.” His gaze was intense, making my heart race. “Because I want answers.” “And if I don’t give them?” “Then I’ll find them myself.” A slow smile appeared on his face. “Dangerous promise.”

“If someone gets too close to what I own… I end them.” There it was again — ownership. That mafia possessiveness Matteo had heard about, but never felt aimed at him before. He swallowed, forcing himself to stay still. “I’m not property,” he said, voice quiet. Dominic studied him. “No. But you’re in my world now. That makes you a target. Whether you like it or not.” “And what are you gonna do?” Matteo asked, eyes locked on his. “Wrap me in bubble wrap? Lock me in a basement?”

“I have errands to run. I’m not locked up here.” He raised an eyebrow. “Errands? What errands does a mafia wife in Naples have that you can’t tell her husband about?” She took a slow breath. “My friend Chiara found a shop with rare medicinal herbs. You know I care more about those than jewels. I went to get what I needed.” Luca set down his glass. “Without asking me first.” “I asked when I said ‘I do.’ That cover it?” Her tone was light, but her heart raced. She’d tried this line before, testing the line between wife and prisoner.

Just like always Eliot, my assistant was present by my side. Francesco Russo, the biggest mafia leader in Milan, head of the Vipers, and my current business partner, stood at the far end of the giant hall, dressed like he was heading to an opera instead of dealing with illegal guns and diamonds. He looked tall, sharp, and smiling like a man who either just made a billion dollars or killed someone. Well, it could be both. “Raven!” he greeted, and walking over to me with arms open like we were long lost brothers. We weren’t. But business is business, so pretending was what kept it going.

His breath hitched when my tongue teased his earlobe. "Now you have your answer," I whispered, trailing kisses down his jaw. He groaned, hand gripping my waist unconsciously. I pulled back with a wicked smile, pushing him off lightly. "Prepare the battleground, Dante. Let’s see if you can handle me." *** By the time night bled into the compound, the arena was alive. Torches burned in iron stands, their flames crackling against the dark sky. The ground was black stone, scarred from years of bloodshed. On one side, long benches stacked with mafia men in tailored suits and women draped across their laps, half-drunk, half-used. They chanted, laughed, their voices raw and wild.

The chains weighed me down, making me feel very immobile. Damien's orders, I assumed, I bet. The man tightened the chain around my neck until it was choking me, then forcefully tugged me forward, and I stumbled forward with him. Each time the man's fingers tugged my neck, the metal would burn into my skin. And I ask myself, when did I go from a mafia princess to a slave I had read about in history books? I was one of those people who had no freedom. No rights. No humanity. That was exactly what I had become. As I was brought out of the church, I glanced back to look at the sky above me.

Chapter 25 Julianna’s Pov:- Who is he? I stared at him with curious eyes while they both were climbing the stairs; this Lorenzo guy is creepy. He gives a serious dominant vibe and looks like a dangerous man. The kind of man people stay away from or don’t mess with. Who is he though? Are Nikolai friends with these kinds of scary people? Of course, he is a Russian mafia don, what do you expect? My subconscious replied. Yeah… “Julia?” Penelope's voice reached my ears,