Mafia Bl Series Novels & Stories

He quickly let go of me and smiled. “I'm sorry, but we miss you so much. Are you going to stay with us now?” he asked me. “We’ll talk later; Rebecca continues the discussion,” I ordered them. Blade nodded at me, as did Rebecca. “As I said earlier, there will be a transaction that will happen next month—the MCP3 Project. We are one of the Mafia who will participate in that Project. The one who planned that project is one of the biggest Mafia around the world. The major Mafias involved in that Mafia Collaboration are Santiago’s Mafia, us, and another Mafia.”

A loud deep voice interrupted their moment, they turned their head behind and Mia gasped. "What the fuck are you doing with this scrawny kid?!" He growled in anger. "That's none of your business!" Noah replied back. "Shut up! I didn't ask you to talk." Blaze said without breaking his stare at Mia. Blaze was with Zach, accompanied by his warriors, looking at Mia with a glint of anger and betrayal. She knew that he was pissed, really pissed that he could smash Noah in one minute.

Pete didn’t thought Maria would actually use his words, but he still plays along. Pete nods and their eyes lock. Pete can see the sincerity in Blaire’s eyes. He’s mesmerized by those big shiny eyes. Mariah witnesses something special happening between the two but is unsure if it’s right because even though Pete is a nice guy, he’s still a part of mafia world. Mariah clears her throat and they both break their eye contact. Blaire’s cheeks turn red and Pete looked embarrassed as well.

“Because the way he tossed you out, doesn’t that feel familiar? Doesn’t it feel like what men like him always do once they’re done using you? He let you go because he doesn’t need you anymore. His deal is more important to him and he would give you away just to get what he wants.” He took a step closer, voice tightening. “If he really loved you, he would’ve fought for you. He would’ve told me no, even if it risked the deal. But he didn’t. He let you walk, because he's done with you. You weren’t some cherished woman he couldn’t let go of. You were nothing more than a bargaining chip.” “Stop it,” I said, rising to my feet. He stood too, voice low and burning. “Your father, what would he think

“We’ll use the intel. But we’re not letting our guard down. Not with Forrest. Not with Billy. Not with anyone.” Despite the tensions, the trio’s mafia business was flourishing. Mia’s growing network provided protection, resources, and a semblance of order to communities long plagued by chaos. Mimi’s technological expertise proved invaluable, allowing them to stay one step ahead of their rivals. Lydia’s ruthless efficiency ensured that every operation ran smoothly, from smuggling routes to enforcement. But cracks in their alliance began to show. Mimi’s idealism clashed with Lydia’s pragmatism, and Mia found herself constantly mediating their disputes. One evening, a disagreement over the hand

She whispered into my ear, and I kind of liked her naughty words. "You are pregnant," I whispered. Before she could talk, Drake called me. He reminded me of what I wanted to reveal to Tricia. "I need to let both Cherry and Tricia know who I am," I said. All eyes were on me as I spoke. "I am not an investigator as Tricia calls me," I said. Tricia folded her hands, looking at me. "I have been hiding ever since my friends were killed," I looked at Miguel. With a smile on my face, I told them that I was Morgan Bliss, the feared, ruthless, and undefeated Mafia.

He rescued her and now he can't let her go... Giovanni de Luca, a Beverly Hills born mobster climbing the ladder to success. He will do anything to protect his family and ensure their successful name throughout L.A. When he meets Rosalia Bernardi, a gorgeous young woman from Palermo, things change dramatically. It's not only him and his family he has to protect now but also the young life of Rosalia. The pair commence a rollercoaster ride they can't seem to get off especially because Giovanni is in the Mafia.

“I’ve never been with a man before… but I’m not against the possibility. You’d better behave, Tristan, or I might just make your entire body ache with regret.” He turned and walked away, leaving me alone, bound and exposed, in the eerie silence of the warehouse. It was then, in the echoing emptiness, that the full horror of my situation truly dawned on me. I was caught in the crossfire of a brutal mafia war. Abducted by Vlad, I was now nothing more than a bargaining chip, a tool for his twisted vengeance against Giovanni. And the night, it seemed, was far from over.

As I grew older and overheard conversations between papa and his 'colleagues', I soon figured out what the fuck was going on. I was fourteen when I found out. My papa killed his brother and his family to take over the Spanish mafia himself. He did all of this for money. Our family wasn't poor before this, so papa had no reason to be this greedy. He got caught up in all of this avarice that he ended up killing his own family. It wasn't like uncle Pedro didn't send us money either, he would always help us when we asked. Yet, papa didn't appreciate his brother's efforts enough...

Camila pressed the knife to her skin, drawing blood. “So, you’re just going to let him go around hurting people? Just because you love him?” “He didn’t do it, Camilo. Mera is lying!” “That’s bullshit and you know it!” “No! What’s bullshit is Mera trying to ruin our lives! She’s evil and you’re playing right into her hands!” Camila screamed and took a step toward Camilo, the knife still against her throat. And I stared at her in shock before noticing more blood trickling down her neck.