Mafia Book Recommendations Novels & Stories

Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones. If you’re a fan of spicy romances with alpha males and basically anything Mafia-related, go for PRECARIOUS: THE GAME OF HEARTS, which is the first in the Castello Di Carte Mafia Chronicles. This would be my best work and I’m currently working on publishing this book digitally by the end of next year. Fingers crossed. I’m currently writing book 2 of the series and let me warn you, this series is super hot and suspenseful. Anyway, if you want to keep updated with my works, you can follow me on I*******M.

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“I love my brother, but he’s an asshole and a man-whore. You should be lucky when you fall pregnant because then you can reject his advances and let him go to his whorehouses-” “What?!” I exclaim, my heart leaping into my throat. “He… he would do that even if he’s married to me?” Her brows furrow together, and she genuinely looks confused. “All mafia men do that, Lucia. It’s a staple in our world where they get to fuck around while we remain home raising kids. My mother used to say at least they come home to you, but what exactly are they bringing home after fucking other women?” She scoffs. “We’re only there to be their arm candy, there to make them look good and bear their children. The so

No daylight, no damn ventilation, just me, four walls, and the lingering scent of piss and betrayal. I wasn’t chained up like some criminal. No, they wanted me alive enough to bleed slowly. I clenched my jaw, as my thoughts drifted somewhere else with blood crusted at the corner of my mouth, the metallic taste making me growl. The only thing ringing in my head louder than the news broadcast was one word: Alessia and The White Book. That file was my damn insurance policy and my last resort to destroy everything that existed in the Mafia Family. A powerful ledger so vile, so goddamn explosive it would make the FBI piss their pants and make the Mafia run for cover.

Chapter 4: The First Mistake This stranger—Dante, has been protecting my brother for half a year. While I had no idea. "Who ARE you people?" I whisper. He writes slowly: The question isn't who we are. The question is: what are you going to do now? I look at him. This dangerous man who's been watching me. Broke someone's wrist for touching me. And has guards protecting Mason. "I'll help you," I say. "Find your thief. Whatever you need. Just... keep Mason safe."

The chains weighed me down, making me feel very immobile. Damien's orders, I assumed, I bet. The man tightened the chain around my neck until it was choking me, then forcefully tugged me forward, and I stumbled forward with him. Each time the man's fingers tugged my neck, the metal would burn into my skin. And I ask myself, when did I go from a mafia princess to a slave I had read about in history books? I was one of those people who had no freedom. No rights. No humanity. That was exactly what I had become. As I was brought out of the church, I glanced back to look at the sky above me.

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

We all had our own individual interests; drugs, money laundering, fuel siphoning, black market operations, hitmen, The three C's were the distributors of illegal machinery and tech. And I had my gem and precious metals. That is how we became the circle of seven. We all offered something different so we didn't butt heads for competition. Instead, we helped each other put down the competition. But even though we were allies we could still turn on each other. The saying keep your friends close and your enemies closer had great meaning in this business. There was no room to breathe and only a select few people you could trust.

"This is common in the mafia world, and you will soon get used to it. You are my wife, and you should support me." "My principles are against this; I will not support you in this sin even if I want to." "So stay away from my business, baby." He kissed her on the forehead and wore his coat. "I will meet you in the evening; take care of yourself." With this, he went out of the room, and Eva sat in the corner of the bed. This world is really dark; there are no people here who think like her. Eva's eyes dropped, her gaze falling on the floor as she felt a sense of isolation wash over her. She knew that she didn't fit into this world, where morality was flexible and principles were compromised. S

I could've sworn I saw her shoulders lift with pride as she spoke, that smug smile never leaving her face. She makes me fucking sick. “Interestingly, it is the same plight as the female lead of my newest bestseller book,” Gabi continued, “a woman with so much to give the world, but such little luck. So much so that she falls into the hands of a Killer, a dangerous Mafia man…” I watch as the Interviewer literally piques. Her brown eyes glow with desperate curiosity at the mention of the word ‘Mafia’.