Italian Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

She turns to leave and then stops herself. "Am shit at learning languages.so I don't understand Italian..Why do you call me That?. Moglie…that's not the only one you have called me but that's the one I remember.what does it mean?" Straightening from my sitting position,I stand to my full height towering over her..I take a step close to her,she takes one back and I more towards her and she steps back until her back hits the wall…trapping her with my hands above her head,I bend my lower body to her eye level So I can stare into her fucking beautiful eyes,subtly breathing in her sweet smell I whisper roughly.

And it was too late for her to run away because she was caught before the chase could even begin. A bitter chuckle escaped her lips as she weakly held onto the table, her knees weakening as the realization finally sank in. Shan Moretti... is a Mafia.

She didn’t need to know that I love Huracio and I am unwilling to leave his side. “Plus, he is Mafia. I will rather not offend him.” Emilia mumbled. She seemed to be relieved by my decision. “As long as you pretend not to know anything, you will be fine.” I reassured her. “What about you? He will definitely find out that you came here. He will know you took this.” She gave the file a pointed look. “I know.” I shrugged. “He will not hurt me.” “Are you sure? If what Helena said is true,…”

“You’re insane.” “You’re the one who’s insane,” he snapped. “You think that man cares about you? You think all those sweet looks mean something? He’s a Mafia boss, Genna. He kills people like us for fun.” “Maybe he’s not as heartless as you think.” Marco’s eyes flared. “Listen to yourself. You sound pathetic. You’re falling for the enemy!” “I’m not falling for anyone,” I said firmly, though my chest tightened at my own words. “I’m just trying to survive.”

I grab her hand and shove the sleeves up her elbow, catching the look of guilt of being caught red handed. “The only way out is you keep your end of the bargain, Mia Moglie.” I upturn the untouched wineglass on her forearm and rub her silky soft skin where she's drawn my estate- exits and position of my guards. I lean closer, “ Try to be naughty again and see how I punish you.” **** *Mia Moglie - My wife *piccolo gatto selvatico- Little wild cat

“The Devil himself.” My interest piqued, and I tilted my head slightly to eavesdrop. “They call him that because no one crosses him and survives. Dante Romano. He’s the youngest capo dei capi in history.” I snorted. “Isn’t that what they call every mafia boss with a decent kill count?” Amara laughed, leaning closer. “No, Sophia. This one’s different. They say he’s ruthless. Cold. The kind of man who doesn’t ask for respect—he takes it.” She smirked. “The Devil himself. Dante Romano.”

“You know… everyone thought Dante would marry her.” I freeze. “What?” “They were childhood sweethearts,” she says softly. “Their engagement was practically arranged. It was the talk of the Mafia world. Two of the biggest and strongest Mafia family becoming one. Everyone thought she’d be his queen. But then… his father died, the alliance crumbled, and the engagement was called off. No one ever knew why.” My stomach twists. Dante never told me this. Not once. I mask the sting of betrayal with a calm expression. “Guess I didn’t know.”

The investigation was going nowhere fast, everyone had secrets, and I was stuck trying to protect a woman I despise, well, kind of, while simultaneously trying to figure out if my own family members were murderers. This was going to drive me insane. When I reached Marco's office he was on the phone speaking low and fast in Italian. He saw me and waved me in, gesturing to the chair across from his desk. I sat and waited while he finished whatever conversation was making him look that tense.

Right on cue, a woman with tits that I wanted to see bounce in my face appeared like a curvy siren. Her fire and her attitude towards Viola, telling her to have some respect for herself, had my dick extra hard. I didn’t think, I lunged for her and then got to play with those tits as I fucked her until she disappeared. I slowly got out of bed and took a quick shower before Leo and the others arrived. Leonardo, known mostly as Leo, and Landon, his older brother, are my cousins from my father’s side. They are also the heads of the Italian Mafia.

“He married her. Quietly. Behind everyone’s backs. He thought he could spit in our faces and claim a Santoro girl as his wife. He thought he could take what was promised elsewhere.” At that, Alessandro’s lazy air cracked, just slightly. His gaze sharpened, the mockery fading into something colder, heavier. He set his glass down with careful precision, as though he didn’t want to miss a single word of what came next. “You’re saying Moretti married Maya?” Alessandro asked, his tone flatter now, calculated.