Novel & Cerita Italian Mafia Romance

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE LUCA POV After arriving in Italy, it surprisingly felt a bit like home to me. I've spent so much time here that I’ve gotten used to the lovely sights. I was familiar with all the nightclubs and bars. Now, everyone know who I was me. I was the American mafia Don who was married to their Boss. It was a risky partnership.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I jumped through a window? I don’t even remember doing it because I hit my head and now I can’t remember a thing. I don’t even remember getting on the plane or planning a trip but your boss said I am in Italy.” I told her. I wanted so much for her to be a good person. I wanted her to be on my side but the more I spoke, the more I realized that she might not be on my side. Not like I could blame her. she just works for him. it’s not like I expected her to help me or anything like that. “Is this really Italy?” I asked when she didn’t say anything after my first words. She nodded. “This is Italy and we are in Venice. At the Amore Riccardi residential villa owned

i warned and went to my room what is wrong with me I cant believe i punched carl just becaus he called rosie a whore This is unbelievable Carl pov That MF! His falling for her I hate him so much He took everything away form me I was suppose to be the next mafia leader but hell no everyone want edwardo All the money he has now were suppose to be mine All the girls falling at his feet were suppose to fall at mine The one girl i love edwardo took her away from me He turned her into one of his whores I turned gay because of that All i ever wanted and desired edwardo took them away from me

she finally asks him, too terrified to know the truth. Antonio sighs and walks towards her, but she takes a step back, her mind in fight or flight mode. He runs his hand through his hair in frustration, contemplating how to answer her. Then he looks at her and pinned her with his stare, and Amy felt that long-lost static shock feeling, “My father is Boss of our Famiglia here in Palermo and I am his Capo and right-hand man. We are Cosa Nostra, or Italian Mafia as you know us by.”

"Right. Sure. I just have one last question for you before I go, brother.” “Where did you take her? Where did you take my fiancée?" A dangerous smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. "Your fiancée was starving, Dario. So I took her to get a proper meal while you had your face buried between another woman's legs." Dario’s face flushed a deep, ugly red, the vein in his neck throbbing like a struck wire. “That is none of your fucking business, Roman! Nothing about my life has ever been your business!"

Before she could start her car, Emiliano Romero approached her and said: "Aren't you going to apologize? - Aren't you going to apologize to me? - And why would I do such an idiotic thing? We all know that you Romeros are criminals who work for the mafia. Emiliano's eyes widened enormously, as he felt Maria knew more than he wanted. - Do you have arguments for that accusation? - You see no, if you clean everything up, it's impossible with the bovine mafia. - You are insolent.

Stephanie said pretending to think hard, it almost made me laugh. "Unless... You're the same scumbag who molested Adira all those years back? Physically abusing her and locking her in a room. But then again, I must be mistaken, that can't be a respectable man like yourself, can it." I watched Spencer freeze in his shoes. Stephanie moved closer with the smile on her face completely wiped off. "News flash, I use to work for an Italian Mafia and I know how to treat mean people who don't know how to treat women, especially men, either by the law and also.... Unlawful means." She whispered into his ear as she gave me a wink.

His jaw tightened, their alcove passion, her fierce trust, a flame that burned through every threat. Gianna Moretti slipped into the room, her black sweater soft, her emerald eyes gleaming with warmth, her braid loose. Her command of La Rosa Nera, a defiance of mafia tradition, was a spark that ignited Kai, their marriage a fire that anchored them. Lorenzo’s hit on her mother, a shared wound, deepened their bond, their love a refuge in the city’s chaos. She crossed to him, her hands sliding around his waist, her voice sultry. “You’re brooding, Castellano.”

Disclaimer This book is a modern version of the Classic Romeo and Juliet love story and it is therefore set for the most part in Sicily and Italy. The two families involved are Mafia families so some of the script is written in Italian with the English translation in brackets. It does not distract from the story, if you cannot read Italian, read the English! Enjoy!! 'Alessandro, fermati, per favore devo riposare.' [Alessandro, stop, please I must rest.]

My irritation grew as he chuckled softly. He took another step closer. Now there was barely space between us. “Then tell me how it works.” “You’re the mafia king,” I said quietly. “You order people around.” “And you obey?” “No.” “Yet you're standing here, right in front of me.” His gaze was intense, making my heart race. “Because I want answers.” “And if I don’t give them?” “Then I’ll find them myself.” A slow smile appeared on his face. “Dangerous promise.”