Italian Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

“You are late, I've been waiting for close an hour now.” “Sorry about that love,” Javier Bezzio said, the great Italian mafia leader. “I've missed you so much.” “Me too,” we went for a deeper kiss and ended up on the bed. I was about taking my clothes off and getting ready for a steamy round of sex, but then he suddenly pulled down my clothes and sat me straight. “You said it was urgent Nina, what about it?”

Jacopo and Alessandro had to have done something to them, and I couldn't find it in me to care what that was. "You know," Luca grunted as we lifted opposite ends of a beautiful, antique armoire, "I still can't believe you're banging a mafia boss. Does that make you queen of the mafia? I have so many questions." I rolled my eyes at Luca's crude language. "I'm not 'banging' anyone. And being with Jacopo doesn't make me queen of anything. It's not like that." "Sure, sure," he said, winking at me. "But you have to admit, it's kind of hot. The forbidden romance between the mafia prince and the outsider."

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.”

he said, leaning in to kiss her slow, deep, and full of promise. When they finally pulled apart, she laughed softly, shaking her head. “I can’t believe I’m actually marrying a mafia boss,” she murmured, half teasing, half in awe. Miguel smirked. “Correction, mi amor you’re marrying the mafia boss. And from now on, you’re my queen.” She laughed softly, resting her head against his chest. “God help the world then… because we’re unstoppable.” Milan, Italy — Evening, Ashcroft’s Penthouse

I have never l**ked any woman before and she is the first person, she taste Soo good, I introduced my middle finger to her fold, then another finger, I played with her till she came and I was very happy, I was able to make her experience this for the first time. I know it is the first time so I was extra careful, I enjoyed our little romance. when we reached the shores of Italy I knew a lot is going to take place, all my nonsense back in California is going to put me in trouble and I know it. when we reached the Airport, Mr and Mrs Andriano were already there waiting for us. when I saw Mrs Adriana my breath was taken away, this woman is Soo beautiful, and elegant but a dangerous mafia Queen.

“They're all dead.” “Are you a cop?” My breath rasped in my throat. “Who are you?” “Marco Vitale.” He said coolly. His eyes remained on me like he wanted to catch my genuine reaction. “Like…you mean…the Black Requiem? The infamous Italian mob boss—Marco Vitale?” He grunted a deep approving sound from his throat. “You're well informed.”

I said without looking at him, waiting patiently for the metal to heat up. "What?" "I said, try again," I growled, my voice cold and low. "Mr. Gabriel?" "Wrong." I smirked, and then placed the hot blade on his palm. But that wouldn't hurt, right? I shifted slightly to where it would hurt most. This time, he couldn't hold back the scream as the searing metal sunk into his flesh. His friends watched in stunned horror. I leaned close to his ear. "My name is Luciano Russo, heir to the Italian Mafia. And I'm just getting started with you."

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I turned and rushed back inside the door. He had changed his habits and behaviour toward me a lot. He tried to be a good person to me. He genuinely cared for me. He threatened me that he did not want a single tear in my eyes. He apologised for forcing me to marry him. He would be seething with anger and still would pass his smile to me. I had heard mom saying he had been crueller to people than before. He had wiped away more than half the men of the south mafia. He was badly craving to have Maya back to kill her. She was also one of the killers of his brother. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I reached the balcony and stared out.

"Are you referring to the Camorra Clan?" Mike nodded once again. "You surely remember, Sir, how hard we struggled to acquire the land and build the structure back then. Simone, the leader of the Camorra, insisted on establishing a brothel in the same location." Kaivan paused, lost in thought, recalling events from a few years ago. He had clashed with a mafia group named Camorra, led by Simone Marquez. Under Simone's leadership, the Camorra had caused chaos and even terrorized Kaivan to halt the construction of the hotel in Milan, Italy. After several confrontations and near-missed altercations, Kaivan had managed to push the group back with the assistance of the Witch Hunter Clan.