Good Mafia Books Novels & Stories

This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, but sometimes

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.

Dominic Vasiliy The Mafia King Too fucking early in the morning, he had left his woman in their disheveled bed, sated, and sleeping soundly. Only for this! He growled. Some of the underground bosses had written a petition. A fucking petition. What are they, college jocks? Reading the letters, his mood got darker. The fools want him to take El Patrón and Lucifer to task for breaking omerta and integrating a certain club into their fold.

Maximillian smirked at Legis informing him about a man who had guts to disagreed on his term about the money laundering that involves disguising financial assets so they can be used without detection of the illegal activity that produced them. "That bastard, who the fuck is he to whine on my fucking terms. How greedy of him, burn that fucking restaurant he had if he doesn't want my terms. And find another place that can process the money for legal disguise for our drugs profits without noticing of the authority." Maximillian giving orders. "I'll assign that task to Lewis and Baker, how about Mr. Sanchez? What do you want to do to him?" "Kill him." Maximillian bluntly answers Legis as he goes

Lucille laughed and shook her head. “You really have no idea, do you? Marco Valenti is Mafia. And not just any Mafia. He is the boss!” My blood ran cold at her words. All this time… the man I had been with was a Mafia boss. The man who ruined my life. That explained everything. “S-So what? I still never wanted to be in his world! I was happy before… I was happy with…” I broke into heavy sobs. If only I had never met Marco. Then I wouldn’t have known what Greg did to me. Maybe I could’ve stayed ignorant and…

THEMES EXPLORED INCLUDE POWER IMBALANCE, OBSESSION, MANIPULATION, AND REDEMPTION IN A SETTING WHERE MORALITY IS BLURRED AND EMOTIONS RUN DANGEROUSLY DEEP. PLEASE PROCEED ONLY IF YOU ARE COMFORTABLE WITH DARK, INTENSE, AND TABOO STORYTELLING. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. PROLOGUE Kieran ~~~~~ It was time. I had waited for years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds that stretched into what felt like an eternity. Russo’s men were gathered from the distance, with guns placed firmly on their hips. They didn’t even notice me; I simply stood there, watching them, my eyes tracing every movement, every gesture, as if memorizing the moment before it'll fall apart.

"Miss Vittoria-" "I'm not supporting any bullshit about making my wife's life miserable and putting her family out of business. Even if I didn't love her, our marriage was still out of business, and wanting to collaborate and extend our borders and route. Have you all forgotten that you never break a mafia deal except you want war?" I asked looking from him to Diego before walking back to my desk and taking a seat. "Wasn't going to say anything bad," Cleto muttered before signaling to Diego. I saw Diego roll his eyes and shove his hands in his pocket, take out some cash, and hand it over to Cleto.

I asked, my heart racing already. Francesco finally opened his mouth. “The Black Book contains all the past histories of the Mafia families in New York and some other parts of the world.” I wanted to laugh as I found nothing risky in the statement he just made. “Then, how is that a problem?” “Really, Damsel?” He let out a sigh. “Looks like you don't know what is at stake here. It can affect us both. And in a big way. Trust me when I say that.” He pressed his words.

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.

Axel swiftly steps aside, avoiding the flying glass. My temper has been out of control lately. But who can blame me? Antonio was one of my best men, and I found out too late that he was stealing from me. Besides the men I've already tortured and killed for information, I don't know who else could have been working with him besides the Russians. Any of my men could be traitors, and I fucking hate traitors. Nobody steals from me. NOBODY! My blood is boiling, threatening to explode. Killing him wasn't enough. Once you join the mafia, your family automatically becomes collateral. He took from me, and I'm going to take everything from him even if he's already rotting away in hell.