Forbidden Mafia Romance Books Novels & Stories

My fingers brushed along the cracked leather as I ran through the lot, stopping at one in particular. It had a jet-black cover. No title. Just the silver crest pressed into the leather, a wolf enveloped by thirteen daggers. I cautiously pulled the book from its place. A cloud of dust billowed up into the air. The weight of it alone reminded me why De Luca only touched this book when no other option remained. I stared at the black cover for a moment. I hated this book. Hated what it represented. The De Lucas of the previous generation ruled in suspicion. Through fear. Through blood. I would never turn into that.

If I can't win this war by resisting him, I'll win it by ruining him. It takes me exactly twenty-seven minutes to unearth the wedding-planner contact sheet in my father's study. He's so proud of himself, organizing this wedding like a proper mafia CEO playing house. I picture him bragging to Oleg over cigars and Scotch. Barf. I scroll through the names of the florist, caterer, venue coordinator, seamstress, designer, and even music director. Each one was handpicked by my father and Oleg, vetted for discretion and Bratva loyalty. Too bad none of them is prepared for a vindictive bride with a burner phone.

Lily's captor, Don Nikolai Alejandro was a mafia don. Notorious, ruthless and possessive. A year ago, Lily Crawford made the biggest mistake of her life my humiliating the mafia don publicly at an airport. They parted ways and she must have forgotten, but Don Nikolai didn't forget. She was feisty, daring and for some reason, she amused him. Now he wanted her—and he always got whatever he wanted. Nikolai's men abducted Lily from a boutique back in Los Angeles where she went shopping with her female friends.

Nella’s pov I snatched the leather folder from Antonio’s outstretched hand so hard the papers inside rustled like dry leaves. Rage boiled up my throat before I could stop it. “What kind of heartless bullshit is this?” My voice cracked, loud enough to echo off the marble foyer. “My father isn’t even cold in the ground. His body’s barely in the crypt, and you people are already shoving a business document in my face? Is this what the Mafia calls respect? Brutality? Callousness? Aren’t you all supposed to be human?”

Growing up in Birmingham, being forced and groomed into the mafia under the influence of my stepfather. The man who ruined my motherfucking life. Every choice, every decision… Led to my own fucking downfall. Let me take you right back to the beginning. Where it all began. Right from when I was just a fucking child… Sit tight, be patient, and enjoy the rollercoaster. It’s gonna be one hell of a bumpy fucking ride. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. CHAPTER 1 Not all is what it seems § LOUIS § Punch after punch, I hit Thomas, letting out all the anger and frustration that had built up in me after all this time. I'd been waiting for the perfect moment to kill him for so many years.

I leaned over the railing, watching as the expensive and well-made prosthetic finger bounced a couple of times before falling into a drain hole. I felt his large, warm body press in close behind me, his breath tickling my ear. “Wear it as a badge of honor. And maybe people would respect you a little more. Mafia princess.” I tore my gaze from the ground, whirling around to slap him, shove him, anything in retaliation for what he just did. But he had vanished. In my anger, I threw the champagne flute over the railing, the sound of it shattering on the ground below doing nothing to placate my rage.

She informed me. Happiness swarmed me, heat rising up my cheeks. “He’s that selfish?” I pouted my lips even though I was excited inside. “Not selfish, just possessive. All mafia men are,” ~~~~ My palms were clammy with sweat even though a large bowl of chicken soup was placed in front of me. It smelled really nice and I should have gobbled half of the content already, but the nonchalant faces in front of me washed down my appetite. “Mama, Father, how have you been?” I tried to make small talk.

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

Inside the box, there were several letters, bound together by a leather strap. Liam and Penelope sat in silence as they sifted through the stack of letters, their eyes scanning each page for any relevant information. The tension in the room was palpable as if the weight of the world rested on their shoulders. As Liam read through one of the letters, he furrowed his brow in concentration. It was from his great-great-grand uncle, and it contained a secret that had been kept hidden for generations. "He was cheating on his werewolf girlfriend," Liam muttered under his breath. "And that's not all. He was also plotting ways to destroy the werewolves because he believed they were not meant to exist

“I love my brother, but he’s an asshole and a man-whore. You should be lucky when you fall pregnant because then you can reject his advances and let him go to his whorehouses-” “What?!” I exclaim, my heart leaping into my throat. “He… he would do that even if he’s married to me?” Her brows furrow together, and she genuinely looks confused. “All mafia men do that, Lucia. It’s a staple in our world where they get to fuck around while we remain home raising kids. My mother used to say at least they come home to you, but what exactly are they bringing home after fucking other women?” She scoffs. “We’re only there to be their arm candy, there to make them look good and bear their children. The so