Mafia Dark Romance Novels & Stories

But Mikhail didn’t look away from her. “You know my name now,” she whispered. He tilted his head. “I knew it the first night you walked in.” Her eyes widened. “What?” “Isabella Moretti,” he said. His voice dropped lower and rougher. “Daughter of Carlo Moretti. The girl who ran from the Rossi wedding. The girl whose father sold her to pay his debts.” She felt the floor tilt under her feet and he stepped even closer. His body blocked the whole doorway now. “You walked into my casino. You took my job. You looked me in the eye when everyone else looked away. And now you saw what I do to people who betray me.”

I said without looking at him, waiting patiently for the metal to heat up. "What?" "I said, try again," I growled, my voice cold and low. "Mr. Gabriel?" "Wrong." I smirked, and then placed the hot blade on his palm. But that wouldn't hurt, right? I shifted slightly to where it would hurt most. This time, he couldn't hold back the scream as the searing metal sunk into his flesh. His friends watched in stunned horror. I leaned close to his ear. "My name is Luciano Russo, heir to the Italian Mafia. And I'm just getting started with you."

The tall man walked around him slowly. “What you’ve been carrying isn’t just junk. It’s evidence. Blackmail. Secrets Dominic Pendragon and his people would kill to keep hidden.” Jax looked confused. “You said this was a deal. Just sell the pouch.” The woman turned to him sharply. “We lied.” She looked back at Matteo. “We’ve been trying to get someone close to Pendragon for years. Someone who won’t be suspected. Someone like you.” Matteo backed away. “I’m not part of this. I didn’t sign up to fight a mafia boss!”

"I'll have Tony drive you home, Maya. Thank you for coming tonight." As he left with his sister, Maya remained on the balcony, taking deep breaths of the cool night air. What was she doing? Flirting with danger was one thing—flirting with a crime boss was quite another. Yet, as Tony drove her home later, Maya couldn't shake the memory of Luca's fingers against her skin or the way his eyes had darkened when he looked at her on the moonlit balcony. She was playing with fire. And for the first time in her cautious, rule-following life, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to stop the burn.

My mind wanders again… What should I choose: the men I’m falling in love with or my family? Ndrangheta vs. Bratva: two rival mafias that could clash. I feel torn between two opposing realities. And while the hot shower water continues to flow, it cannot dissipate the confusion that has settled in my heart.

"Your grandfather, Matteo Mancini, built the Dark flood, known as Alluvione oscura by in the day. After he disappeared amidst all the issues with law enforcement, your father inherited and you all were no longer Mancini but Armstrong. So began the dark flood." "Don't mess with me. You're saying everything I already know." "No you don't. Your father and the rest of your grandfather's children, wanted nothing to do with the Mafia. Your grandmama, insisted and asked him to seek help from me. I learnt everything I know from Mr. Matteo Mancini himself." I still don't see the point in all of this. "And?" "I helped him but I was helping to build it back to what it was so that one day, it will be mi

He never realized the only reason he was able to put that sick bastard behind bars was because I made it happen. From the moment I joined Boris’ rússkaya máfiya group, I had set my eyes on taking over. I knew I could manage every aspect of our organized crime better and make it more profitable. Boris raged too much, made too many mistakes that cost lives unnecessarily and he managed it with personal emotions. If you happened to cross his path on a bad day, he’d kill you without any reason. That wasn’t a way to run our operation or any of our businesses successfully. So, I learned every aspect of our organization and slowly took more and more control of our illegal businesses and all the cont

"Maybe I'm just a Roglas. That seems to be enough." "No." Rafael shifted to face her fully. "This isn't about your family name. I've dealt with the Roglases before. They're small-time, barely worth my attention. But tonight, I watched the Bratva, the Calabrians, and a private military contractor all try to grab you. That level of interest doesn't come from being a minor mafia princess." Cassandra's face had gone pale. "I don't understand." "Neither do I. Yet." The car pulled into an underground garage. Rafael's safe house, a renovated warehouse he used for situations exactly like this. Secure, private, impossible to find unless you knew where to look.

I just prayed Viv wasn’t on my bed by the time I got back so I could wallow in my misery alone and re-strategize. ————————————————————————————- I didn’t know what to expect of Mafia wedding, a few guns and grenades and possibly blood was up on the list but nothing prepared me for the beauty i walked into, it felt like I’d been transported to another realm. The men in their expensive tuxedos and the women looking like they all stepped out of a model magazine. Hair lush, skin smooth and dewy, make up well set and dresses surprisingly modest. We were a sharp contrast to them in our skimpy black dress with garter belts hanging out, panty hose and pointy stilettos to match.

“If…If today’s any indication, I’m not scared of a little heat. The question is… are you?” Romero gave a sharp laugh, a delicious sound that did weird things to her nipples. “I’m a mafia lord. I have a garden of body parts. I’m not scared of anything.” His hand strayed from her face around to the back of her head. Anateya sighed, leaning into his touch as his fingers delved into her hair. She’d sell her soul to this devil to have him take her, right here on the hood of his car. Romero’s conflicted expression faded, replaced by something that made blood rush to her cheeks. His stare bore into her as if he was peeling back her layers to see inside. The next moment, his lips crashed to hers.