Mafia Dark Romance Novels & Stories

“It’s about the girl.” The girl whose pussy I can still smell all over me. Instead of mentioning that, I decide to play dumb and ask, “What girl?” “Diavolo, don’t blame dumb. You know what girl I’m talking about. My fucking fiancée,” he whispers harshly. I can’t help but smile. Yes, I’m fucked up, but knowing how up in arms he is over his fiancée, one would think if he really cared about her, he wouldn’t have gambled with her life the way he did.

Just like always Eliot, my assistant was present by my side. Francesco Russo, the biggest mafia leader in Milan, head of the Vipers, and my current business partner, stood at the far end of the giant hall, dressed like he was heading to an opera instead of dealing with illegal guns and diamonds. He looked tall, sharp, and smiling like a man who either just made a billion dollars or killed someone. Well, it could be both. “Raven!” he greeted, and walking over to me with arms open like we were long lost brothers. We weren’t. But business is business, so pretending was what kept it going.

He didn’t knock, just walked in wearing a dark suit sharp inked skin, shit clinging to him like even the fabric knew not to cross him his authority never to be questioned. His sleeves are rolled, his voice low, eyes slowly trace over every inch of her. Valerio Ricci doesn’t waste time when you try to speak he only lifts his hand calm-quiet-direct, and she just stops dead in her tracks. He steps closer, one hand in his pocket, the other brushing back the hair from his face and says Zara Blackwood your father owes me money a lot of money and since Daddy can’t pay… someone has to.

I was trapped, and yet there was something intoxicating about being this close to him. Then Elijah turned his piercing gaze on me. My knees weakened under the intensity of his eyes. He took my hand and whispered, his voice low and almost velvet in its danger, “My dear Liam, from the first day I saw your mesmerizing eyes, I knew you were the one for me. I was captivated. Today, you are not going to run away. Don’t even think about escaping because it won’t work. I have risked everything for you. Our mafia does not support gender-to-gender marriage. Any violation, and one of us would die. I defied the rules for you. Now you will give me everything—your body, your soul, everything—and accept th

After that, he would be successful in penetrating the Russian mafia. The pads of my palm stroked Marianna's hair gently, showering her with a lot of thanks in me. Her giving birth to Cael made me come back to my senses. Thank whoever made her fall into forced labor, might as well be Nina; every disappointment is a blessing after all. Her light snores captured my attention back to her, she is a very beautiful woman. Ecstatic that we ended up with each other, I didn't care what the world thought of us, we would pull through.

Street musicians gladly entertaining the tourists with their organettos and mandolins. Lovers making out in a dark corner, foolish move, Marco Marchetti thought as he walked past the dark alley. The city was beautiful and bustling, but it was also filled with thieves and criminals that were worse than thieves. He knew, he was one of them. The dignified ones though, the ones who didn't see themselves as criminals per se. It was the twisted law that saw and labeled them as criminals. The mafia. It wasn't a crime, it was a business, a business that has been smoothly run by the current Mafia King. A man whom Marco respected and honored. The man who was the main reason why Marco was out in the st

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

"And the third in line is Mikhail who is very cunning, you can call him the brain of the Delgado system... He knows how to manipulate any situation in his favour and he is very powerful... I prefer to stay away from him because you never know when he will use you for his benefits which might turn out disaster for you... He gives me really negative vibes, sometimes I feel that I don't even know him... Now he has a girl and she is___" She sighed. "She is?" Mira frowned. "She is not well... I mean she is terrified of Mikhail and comes out of her room with a new injury every time..." She huffed. "Mikhail is brutal!" Mira scowled hatefully. "And now the Satan himself, Rafael Delgado! The Spanish

I sighed. "Like it or not, you're in the Mafia now, so start acting like one and stop acting like an overbearing bitch . Listen I don't know what's going on exactly too ok? I'm also in the dark but I know for a fact that something is going on and the attack is going to be on you if you're not careful. To the entire world, you're Luther Cowper's fiance, you're Ivy Cowper, you're the first woman who is bearing the Cowper's name after Luther's mother died, they don't care if the engagement was fake, they don't care if you two broke up or not, you're Luther's weakness And they're coming for you whether you change Ethnicity or race or whatever, so do yourself a favor and be high on alert and leav

“But I love you.” Heidi stares into my eyes until she drops the only question I wasn’t ready to hear. “Is that enough, though?” Her eyes fall to my hand on her hip, and she notices my knuckles split, dried blood covering each one of them. She swallows hard and looks up at me again, her expression more serious this time. “How am I supposed to accept that this is what being part of the mafia means? Do you truly expect me to be okay with seeing you get hurt all the time, risking your life because of what…?”