Falling For The Mafia Novels & Stories

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him quickly only to be interrupted by Landon. "Can't you two seriously wait? We're kind of in the middle of something if you don't remember." I grinned at him before shooting one of the opposing mafia members just before they could reach him, unbeknownst to him due to his complaining. His eyes widened as he glanced back at the body lying behind him then turned to face me again. "Thanks." I nodded, the grin growing on my face.

Adriano groaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through my body as he backed me toward the bed. The back of my knees hit the mattress and I fell, pulling him down with me. His weight settled between my thighs, heavy and perfect. I moaned softly as he ground his hard cock against my core through our clothes, the friction making me ache. “You know,” I gasped between kisses, “this is probably the craziest thing I’ve ever done.” “What is?” He nipped at my bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue. “Falling in love with a mafia boss.”

CHAPTER 4 VITTORIA'S POV. I feel like my soul is getting out of my body right now. How did I end up committing such a big mistake? Now, I'm not just accidentally married to some random person, but I'm stuck in a marriage to Marcello Giordano, the cold and ruthless Mafia kingpin who doesn't think twice before snapping someone's head off in seconds of being offended. I know him very well. Of course, everyone in New York City knows a lot about him, but only a few have ever set eyes on him, if not for anything, for the fact that he's the first face on the FBI's most wanted list of criminals.

“He’s tall. Mysterious. Emotionally unavailable. Dangerous-looking. Deep voice.” Layla blinked. “That describes half the mafia.” The room went silent.Then Chloe slowly turned toward her. Layla froze too. Nadia covered her face weakly. “Oh my God.” Chloe whispered dramatically: “You said mafia so casually.” Layla groaned immediately. “I didn’t mean—” “No no.” Chloe pointed at her excitedly. “Look at you getting comfortable with crime.” Layla grabbed a pillow threateningly. “Do you want to die?”

I responded. “Astor Giovanni has been arrested.” He replied. I leaned back on my chair as I let the words sink in. This is just one third of what I had been hoping for. This is the beginning of his ruin. Yes, I wanted him broken, dead and forgotten but I would have to do it bit by bit. “He was arrested for financial crimes.” Maxwell continued “…his accounts have been frozen.” The sound of that brought joy to my soul. Good. “There’s more,” Maxwell carefully stated.

I feel myself grow cold, both from the cool touch of Don Federico's embrace but also the fury behind his words. The mafia men all fall quit. The man who demanded I strip for everyone's entertainment sinks low in his seat—he's no doubt wishing he could turn invisible or just completely disappear.

*** It was already lunch and still no files, as expected. I already called my men and they went down to mess up the building. What Veronica doesn't know is that they aren't just clients, the Morristons are a small mafia under-group that works for us. I send her there to see if she could handle them, if she is to be my queen she has to be able to deal with the fuckers. Pablo told she held herself pretty well, even before I was on the phone. I check my last email and leave my office walking up to her.

I sat on the sofa, angry, because of what I discovered. Axel intended to see Stella the day he left me before something unexpected happened, but he was unable to approach her because he saw clearly how Stella betrayed him. He noticed Stella kissing another man in her condo, and what surprised him, even more, was that the man Stella was kissing was none other than Liam, Axel's brother.

"Okay, can I take it as a nightmare? I'm going to get married to a mafia. It better be a nightmare. Dada always said that my alliance was fixed with someone. That was why I wasn't allowed to meet guys. He didn't want me to have feelings for anyone and it could hurt me later. I had expectations. A fucking expectation. I waited for an unknown person with so many expectations who turned out to be a mafia. Can he ever be the one I'm dreaming for? I know how the underworld works. I know how dada deals with people. How can I even expect that person to be a gentleman, a person who will respect me for who I am, who'll deserve me. Yes, he fucking has to deserve me. I am not among those girls who beli