Free Mafia Novels Novels & Stories

Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones. If you’re a fan of spicy romances with alpha males and basically anything Mafia-related, go for PRECARIOUS: THE GAME OF HEARTS, which is the first in the Castello Di Carte Mafia Chronicles. This would be my best work and I’m currently working on publishing this book digitally by the end of next year. Fingers crossed. I’m currently writing book 2 of the series and let me warn you, this series is super hot and suspenseful. Anyway, if you want to keep updated with my works, you can follow me on I*******M.

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.

But I inevitably felt frustrated when I remember he mentioned the sex slave thingy. "D-damien, you're joking right?" I laughed along with that because I wanted to hide my frustration. "Sabrina, I'm not just a businessman but, I'm a mafia king too. A dominant and a sadist. I like to play in the bed but to someone I want. I have flings before but no one of them ever pass my standards." I was just stunned by what he said. I didn’t know what to say because I was surprised too.

What I hate more is the fact that I still want to please him after all he’s done. I walk into the council chambers with my head held high, like a Don. Who am I kidding? I feel like a homeless drunkard. Giuseppe sits at the head—where I should be sitting, because I am their Don—but who would dare say it? I don’t even have an interest in that chair. By his right and left are Marco and Luca, then a half-dozen capos sit around the long table. Then the door swings open, and today’s victims file in. Don Vito Caruso and his nephews. They have this high-and-mighty stance, and it almost makes me laugh that they believe my father, Giuseppe Vescari, would invite them over for a peace talk.

"And books. Do you have books that are not about finance or territory management or whatever it is you people read." "You people," I repeated. "Crime lords." He said it without blinking. "Mafia. Whatever the correct term is." Nikolai made a sound from behind his newsspaper that was close enough to a laugh that both Ace and I looked at him. He did not lower the paper. "There is a library off the main corridor. Mixed collection. Help yourself." Ace nodded. "What else can I ask for." "What else do you want." "My own key to my room."

Back in my office, I lit another cigarette. The smoke filled my lungs as I leaned back, staring at the ceiling. The mafia world is a dirty place. Everyone is bait. Power is everything. And whoever earns it becomes God. I exhaled slowly. “And that person,” I whispered, “is me.” I picked up my phone and typed a message. Michael. Be here early. They thought they were smart. They had no i dea what it took to be considered God. And I was about to show them.

Arnulfo kept his cool, not giving anything away. "Vito," Arnulfo said, his voice steady but his mind already racing through the plan. "I need a favor. A big one." Arnulfo could feel the wheels turning in Vito's head. Vito was the head of a rival mafia group which had influence and reach over the city. They'd met before, but in no way that required them to become this close. Arnulfo knew that asking for help from a man like Vito was dangerous-but desperate times called for desperate measures.

“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

None of them looked younger than twenty-four, meaning I had to be the youngest. The mansion belonged to one of the most feared men in the city, Domenico Fanucci. Although he tried covering his tracks behind a family vineyard and brewery, everyone knew him as one of the most ruthless and notorious mafia bosses. His sons had quite the reputation in the city as well, and it was not a good one. There was the youngest brother, Dante, known for his playboy ways, the middle child, Gian, known for his lack of manners, and at last, the oldest, the heir—Alessio, known for his hideous temper, cold aura, and handsome looks.

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid