Mafia Book Titles 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.

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.

That wasn't comforting. “And if she isn't?” “We will kill each and every one of them. Vincenzo is ruthless, but he is not stupid. I am sure he wouldn't want to start a war with you”, Ben said, no matter how comforting his words were. These people were Mafia lords, they feared no one, not even the law itself. My eyes drifted off to the CCTV footage, “Cara is leaving, let's follow her” I said, standing up. Usually, I wouldn't be present to catch her myself, but I was anxious about Taylor, any sort of distraction just not to worry was highly welcome.

For declaration. Her dagger sat beside a leather-bound ledger. Empty pages stared back like promises waiting to be carved. She dipped the pen. At the top of the first page, she wrote the title in Latin: LIBER CINERUM. The Book of Ashes. Her commandments would be etched here. Not rules. Not omertà. Commandments. The old mafia code — silence, tradition, obedience — had died the night she carved Santino Albero’s throat like a hymn. This was her gospel now. Built on blood and flames.

Chiara Moretti Alessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."

"And books. Do you have books that are not about finance or territory management or whatever it is you people read." "You people," I repeated. "Crime lords." He said it without blinking. "Mafia. Whatever the correct term is." Nikolai made a sound from behind his newsspaper that was close enough to a laugh that both Ace and I looked at him. He did not lower the paper. "There is a library off the main corridor. Mixed collection. Help yourself." Ace nodded. "What else can I ask for." "What else do you want." "My own key to my room."

DANTE’S POV Ever since I’d witnessed what my actions could cost my family, and how much damage it would cause that would take time to be cleaned up, I quit. Dear reader, you must be wondering what did I quit, well, the strong, profound and bad ass Dante Moritto quit from being a Mafia. I’d cleared all my boys by the time I’d returned from jail. Behind the cell bars, where I had no contact with the outside world and without power to protect my family from some of the messes I had created. I knew that it was time, time to call in quits. Everything, the drugs, the trafficking, the web, I closed all my accounts, the Great Dante Moritto had retired.

“Matteo…” He slammed Romano’s head against the floor one final time. Romano went limp, unconscious but alive. Matteo rose slowly, chest heaving, blood on his knuckles and staining his shirt. His dark eyes locked on the papers in my hands. “Alexandria.” His voice was rough gravel. Dangerous. But I heard the fracture underneath—the same one I’d heard when he said Romano’s name. The man who controlled everything was unraveling in front of me. I crossed the room and handed him the papers. “I didn’t know. She never said anything. She just… left this for you to find.”

Lucille laughed and shook her head. “You really have no idea, do you? Marco Valenti is Mafia. And not just any Mafia. He is the boss!” My blood ran cold at her words. All this time… the man I had been with was a Mafia boss. The man who ruined my life. That explained everything. “S-So what? I still never wanted to be in his world! I was happy before… I was happy with…” I broke into heavy sobs. If only I had never met Marco. Then I wouldn’t have known what Greg did to me. Maybe I could’ve stayed ignorant and…

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.