Novel & Cerita Italian Mafia Books

He smiled and held me tighter, saying, “I wouldn’t want anyone to represent me but you.” “There are several mafia organizations in Italy. You know ours, which is the Sicilian Mafia, otherwise known as the Cosa Nostra. There is the Calabria, the Camorra, and the Sacra Corona.” “These are all organizations that control huge territories all over the country, but there are others that are smaller with smaller territories, but they don’t really count in this equation. There’s a man called the Godfather of Italy. All these organizations have their leaders, and their leaders are governed by the Godfather.”

a deep voice commands. I turn. He walks in like he owns the place. Broad shoulders under a tailored black suit, dark eyes that slice through the chaos. His presence is heavier than the gunfire. Dante Morreti. I know that name. Whispers. Mafia. Blood. Power. The devil of New York. His gaze pins me in place. My chest tightens, breath shallow. “She’s the bride?” he asks, almost amused. “Yes, Boss,” one of his men answers. “Pretty little thing,” Dante murmurs, eyes raking me head to toe. “Shame she belongs to a coward.”

The library of a Mafia Don would be filled with books on control and domination. Just as I was about to give up and leave, a colorful book among the ugly blank ones caught my attention. I reached for it, pulling it free. My jaw dropped as I stared at the cover. A man with piercing blue eyes and a perfectly tailored suit held a trembling woman in his arms. The bold title read: Captured and Claimed by the Mafia Don. I blinked at it, utterly baffled. “What in the world?” The absurdity of finding a steamy romance novel in Leonardo’s library nearly made me laugh. Who stocked this place…surely not him? Still, curiosity got the better of me. I flipped it open, skimming the first few pages.

Before we had the chance to enter I tug on her hand to get her to stop with me. "What is it, why did we stop?" "Do you think our moms knew about this all along?" "I think they do." I spent most of the day thinking about my conversation this morning with my cousin. It was still a bit difficult to believe, my dad is such a good person. How could he have been the leader of a Mafia? That too is one of the largest ones in Italy and Russia. After doing my research I learned that they were responsible for a lot of murders, drugs, and gun smuggling, and the one that terrified me the most was trafficking girls

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His face expressionless. "Hmm yeah, that. I hear every family has one" still holding my gaze, he pushes up, walking behind the desk that dominates the room lowering himself to the chair, form the desk then spins around. I hear the beep of keypads and a soft click then in a few steps, he is seated in front of me again. Dangling from his fingertips is a worn-out brown book, or at least it used to be brown. "This is a copy of the mafia rules, the original one written by Salvatore himself is in Italy with the other family chronicles" I nod my head even if I had no idea what that means.

"And Jet, you're dismissed." Jet and Marcus left, leaving me alone. As the door closed, I leaned back in my chair, studying the photo of Siara once more. I tapped a finger against the edge of the folder, a predatory gleam in my eye. "What a bloody good coincidence," I whispered to myself. I reopened the folder and started reading through Siara Movark's file in detail. It was no longer about the money-no, it was personal. It was revenge.

Then he paused and added, “Since you asked about me, Well, I am Marco Moreno, popularly known as Marc.” What?! Julia shouted in her mind. The man before her was a well known upcoming mafia leader. She had heard about his activities in the United States, and now, he was back in Italy! “Today I appear to be in a good mood,” Marco announced as he stood up. “In order to keep me in this mood,” he turned to Martin, “you know what I need.” Martin gave him a look before directing it to Julia, who was still sitting and staring at them.

But I cannot stop reading. “You will not believe it, but I have made Italy my second home since you left. I thought you were there, and I have been searching for you for months. Do you want to know why I did what I did? Do you want to know why I said I hated children?” I stop reading. My hands are trembling so badly now that the paper shakes. This is nonsense. Absolute nonsense. Why is he telling me this? Does he think I am stupid? Does he think his pretty words will work on me again? I want to stop reading. I want to throw the letter across the room and forget it exists. I already know why he hates children. It is because he lost his baby. That is all. Is that what he wants to tell me? That

) contain scenes from the first two books in this mafia romance series to provide some context and background info on the main characters' relationships. Some chapters in this book contain Italian dialogue [but not pivotal to the plot]. Translations are written inside brackets [ ]. Buckle up, friends! Enjoy Book III! ❤ • • • • • • • • Main Characters • • • • • • • • • Mykaela "Kel" Leviste Nielsen • Lorenzio "Enzo" Russo Tomassini • Maximiliano "Miles" / "Maxim" Cruza Falco • •••••••••• •