Italian Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

He couldn't have good looks and no heart, that was a rotten combo. "The auction starts now." The lady announced, they all had to wait for Lazza to arrive. "Alessia Romero is nineteen years old. A daughter of a CEO of a small bank in Rome. She was involved with one of Lazza's enemies thus making her a mafia enemy.” I scoffed at that. Who could have thought that I would stand in front of men to get sold? This had to be the depths that the love took me. Only if I knew, I could have given my relationship with Luca a chance to work

“I know how it sounds, okay? Believe me, I know. But they weren’t threatening me. They were... professional. Cold, but… polite. Like it was a business transaction.” She stares at me like I’ve completely lost it. “Polite? Alyssa, they’re the Valentinos. Polite is just another weapon for people like them. What did they say? Tell me why they gave you $5000?” The words feel heavier when I have to form them aloud. “They want me to marry their son.” Carmen blinks. Once. Twice. “I’m sorry.... what?” “Two years. I marry their son, Stephano. I give them a child, and then I’m free.”

When I didn't respond, she gasped. “You really are part of the mafia?” she asked, eyes wide with shock. “Yes. I'm Mirabella Belluci, and my brother is the Don of the Italian Mafia in Chicago,” I told her. “Well, shit. Does this mean my life is in danger?” she asked, but there was no fear in her eyes. Maybe hurt or even betrayal. “Not if you don't tell anyone. Not even Josh. My name is Chloe Briggs, got it?” I said firmly. “Now that that’s out of the way… you are so cool,” she started, as the cab arrived. She leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Aren't you like super rich or something?”

Thankfully, Elena had gone to use the bathroom, and i had instructed Hakeem to go with her, and when she was done, take her home, together with Fabio and Valeria. We waited quietly as teh curtain was pulled open, and the very man himself, walked in. Riccardo Moretti was tall, lean, and didn't look his age. Nope. He looked twenty years younger. A jagged scar ran down the entire length of his face, from the beginning og his hairline, to the spot just past where his face met his neck. I knew that scar. Martinelli had given it to him. "I do not think your father would approve of this. Don't you think?" He asked, taking a seat with all the nonchalance in the world as he looked from me to Alessand

"Tall, broody, deadly, and follicularly blessed. You're really setting the bar high for my mysterious fiancé, you know." "For someone facing a mafia engagement, you're oddly picky," he muttered. "Call it survival instinct. If I'm going to be Mrs. Giovanni Galliardi, I'd like to enjoy the view while I spiral into moral ambiguity." He gave her that look again—half-annoyed, half-amused. The kind that said she was trouble he never signed up for... but wasn't exactly trying to escape from, either. "You think a nice jawline will make this easier?"

Marriage with him was like selling myself to the devil. Dante Romano, the don of La corona silenziosa—the silent crown. There were rumors he had killed his entire family just to get the Don position. Personally, it didn’t make sense for a fourteen-year-old kid to kill his entire family for a position. But rumors are rumors, which have slight truths in them at the very least. Two truths, one lie. I looked at him and at the paper. “I am never getting married to you.” “You say it like you have a choice or something?”

Either way, Felix lay down and went quiet. I bit my lip. My heart ached like needles were pressing into it from all sides. "I'm sorry," I said to his friends. "Felix isn't doing well tonight." "I won't take him home. Could you book a room upstairs for him to rest?" I picked up my bag and turned to leave. As I walked out, Felix's closest friend—a man named Marco who had been his underboss for years—stopped me. "Miss Sera," he said, trying to explain. "Don't take what Felix said to heart. He really does care about you. Luna is just… an old obsession. I can tell he loves you."

I was grateful to our parents, for the Mafia's Arranged Love. --- The End --- A/N: So... that was it. Thank you for loving my story. My other works here: 1) Love Of The Mafia King (Ruby & Vexon's story) 2) The Extrovert Weds The Introvert (Blaze & Diva's story) 3) The Secret Of My Boss (Aria & Zaiden's story) 4) The Vampire Potion (Alexander & Becca's story)

I’d come face to face with the devil. I heard the husky voice rasping in Italian as he slowly turned around in his chair. “Vattene, Emiliano.” [Leave, Emiliano.] The bodyguard bowed slightly before turning around to leave. I tilted my head toward the door, swallowing hard when it slammed shut. “La mia bellissima moglie.” [My beautiful wife.] My throat tightened hearing him call me that. His lips curled into a taunting smirk, and I scoffed lightly. Nothing about Fernando had changed. He was still the sly, sturdy, white-haired demon I’d once begged for protection.

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle