Good Mafia Books Novels & Stories

Rest I can guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books; if interested, do give a look over them: Can't help falling in love (Book 1)-Completed Purchased by the Mafia (Book 2)-Completed Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3)-Completed My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4)-Completed ***** Her Unloved Mate (Book 1)- Completed My Bride is not a human (Book 2)-Completed Her Chosen Mate (Book 3)- Completed Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Book 4): Completed

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

I observe my reflection without managing to avoid thinking about many situations that have passed during this last time, resulting in many secrets have been revealed to me, more than I estimated, a world spread out in front of me that I was not able to see and now take shape in front of an opaque, dense, dark background. On the one hand, I encounter the reality that Black is in a world of mafias that he is trying to get out of, which I do not think is without paying a high price in the attempt. Then there is his secret family, the wife he says he left behind without her having untied herself from him and the daughter he hides to protect her, a secret he now shares with me. Finally, Mikael Sy

he asked “The one by the mall, the one in the north where that parking lot is facing…” “That is my best spot, Andres… you cannot do this” Manuel whined “And the east side that is free from the cops. You should be grateful that I am allowing you keep your life, you will bounce back and make sure I never have to take up arms against your family, is that understood?” “You have a deal” Manuel said, sighing. The once strong mafia lord, felled by his own children; thankfully I never did love kids so I wasn’t going to worry about having any with Catherina because I wanted none.

he said with a smirk. I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head and heading outside. In the driveway, a sleek black Range Rover awaited me. The driver opened the door with a respectful bow, and I climbed in without a word. As the car pulled out, Damon’s words replayed in my mind. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. A laugh escaped me, sharp and bitter. “Damon Dark, mafia and werewolf,” I muttered to myself. “What he wouldn’t do is make peace.”

King and continued looking at him in his eyes " My girlfriend too whom I love the most." Mr. King raised his eyebrows looking at Ashton. Ashton laughed and said putting his hand on Mr. King shoulder " Dad now don't say that line of yours……… What it was?? " he was thinking and then looked at Ethan and asked " What it was?? " Ethan looked down and said while scratching the back of his neck " Mafia don't have girlfriends. They don't made for dating ". Mr. King walked towards Ethan and put his hand on Ethan shoulder and said " Ashton he also have a girlfriend. Right?? "

“Because the way he tossed you out, doesn’t that feel familiar? Doesn’t it feel like what men like him always do once they’re done using you? He let you go because he doesn’t need you anymore. His deal is more important to him and he would give you away just to get what he wants.” He took a step closer, voice tightening. “If he really loved you, he would’ve fought for you. He would’ve told me no, even if it risked the deal. But he didn’t. He let you walk, because he's done with you. You weren’t some cherished woman he couldn’t let go of. You were nothing more than a bargaining chip.” “Stop it,” I said, rising to my feet. He stood too, voice low and burning. “Your father, what would he think

He asks when tons of questions keep stabbing him from inside. “Yes, I am.” “How dare you enter my house?” His presence billows Jacob’s heart from the inside, but he tries to stay calm. Henry’s gaze has trailed all over the house, that is reflecting the wish of seeing someone in particular. The living room is the same as before; nothing has changed at all. The color of the walls, the decoration of the living room, the cozy, comfortable couch with the pillows printed with the art of two little boys—everything is the same as before, just the pattern of the relationship has been changed brutally. Controlling all the emotions that have been raised a while ago, his gaze falls on Jacob. “Calm down,

"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."

He was charming in a lethal wayb and every word he said made it harder to maintain the armor I’d built. The dinner went for hours. His associates exchanged stories about drug shipments and bodies dumped in canals like they were trading stock tips. I sipped water and listened. Every detail was ammunition. Every smile from Nikolai was a taunt. He had no idea I was the pin under the elephant's foot. Eventually the night advanced and everyone was starting to leave until I was left alone with him. He leaned back and stretched as if he hadn’t just spent hours surrounded by monsters. I tried to imagine the kind of man he would have been if he hadn't become a criminal but I came out blank. A crimina