Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Novels & Stories

Didn’t you promise me you’d never fall in love or date anyone until we met at least once? We had a playful conversation once. I took it seriously. Later, I convinced myself he was joking. But I knew it wouldn’t matter to him. Even if we had met, nothing could happen between us. Honestly, I was glad we didn’t. It would’ve made all of this even harder. One thing I knew about the mafia was that forbidden acts are met with instant punishment—death. I had been badly bruised, to the point where the thought of getting out of bed scared me.

“You all get to walk away clean. New relationships, promotions, happy endings. While I lose everything.” “You did this to yourself,” Adrian said. “Working with Vivian, surveilling us, threatening people—” “I was following orders!” Marcus’s voice cracked. “Vivian promised me money, security, a way out of this life. Then she got arrested and suddenly I’m the bad guy.” “You are the bad guy,” I said flatly. “You invaded our privacy. Collected intimate footage without consent. Tried to destroy multiple lives for profit.” “Like you’re all innocent.” Marcus’s eyes went wild. “The Mancinis and Morettis have done worse. Murder, extortion, racketeering. But because you have money and power, nobody car

Traditions were hard to break in the mafia and it took years, decades even, in some cases before certain laws were revisited and reversed but the death penalty for betrayal was something that would never change. Making promises wasn’t my thing and I made it a habit not to let myself overindulge when it comes to situations like these but when I saw the dejected look on Talia’s face, I couldn’t help myself but make sure I tried not to put her in that position. She wasn’t part of the mafia, she was my sex slave and nothing more but I wanted her to see what happens to people who go against my wishes. I knocked on her door and she opened it immediately and I made my way inside.

A possession to cage and display. The cage shuddered as the crowd grew more frantic, their greedy eyes burning into me. And at that moment, I swore… When my power returns, when the chains of this mortal shell finally break, every one of these mortals will beg for death.

If I say sorry—sorry for all the times I didn’t listen, sorry for leaving toys on the stairs—maybe they’ll come back. But the coffins only sank deeper. Around me, people whispered, voices buzzing like insects. Too soft to understand, yet sharp enough to cut. “How tragic.” “So young.” “An accident, they say.” “The girl… poor thing. Losing both parents like that.” Poor thing. The words made bile rise in my throat. Their eyes weren’t kind. They were curious, hungry, waiting for a spectacle. A mafia funeral is more than grief.

“My visit is personal, I am not here for business.” Jaxon tilted his head slightly, “Personal or not, Mr. Blackwood. You attract attention.” He paused, a glint passed in his eyes before he continued, “Cornwall isn’t a neutral ground, and my boss doesn’t like surprises.” His words were nothing but a challenge. He wasn’t just delivering a message. He was testing me. I met his gaze, unflinched. “Then perhaps your boss should focus on his own affairs instead of mine.” Damn, I would be scared by a fucking fly. He should have known who he was dealing with here. I didn’t control Vegas by being a scared body. And England? It wasn’t even the place a mafia would control openly.

We drank, and she had come begging for a taste of my dick, and I gave her hot, more than she could handle. She swung and spun around the pool like a professional, her ass swinging around with her. The fun part is that she is always naked, unlike other strippers who will wear pants and a bra. She finished dancing and walked off the stage without glancing at anyone. “Let the banquet begin,” Father announced from the head table, his smirk aimed in my direction. I looked at him with a stern face. He must announce the start of the ceremony since he is the most powerful mafia ever known in Italy. Father is the head of La famiglia Oscura, the deadliest mafia.

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?”

He stands up straighter, towering over me, his dark eyes swirling with a storm of secrets he refuses to share. “I’m a mafia leader, Harper. There is always someone out there trying to get at me,” he says bluntly, his chest rising and falling heavily. He looks away from me, a flash of genuine pain crossing his face. “And now, they can hurt you to get to me. You’re a weakness.”

"I know there's a mafia meeting. A gala in the city. I want to go with you. I am sick and tired of suffocating inside this fortress, staring at stone walls and endless pine trees. Take me with you. Even if it's just for a few hours, I need to step out into the real world." Zayden let out a low, humorless scoff, stepping closer until his massive, broad-shouldered frame cast a towering shadow over her. The suffocating heat radiating from his chest washed over her skin. "You think a syndicate conclave is an evening out?" he rasped, his voice dropping into a dark, lethal register. "It’s dangerous, Serena. Those men aren't civilized dinner guests. They are cutthroats, assassins, and mob bosses lo