Mafia Forced Novels & Stories

SIERRA “Alessandro Montrego wants a bride,” My father started. “Now that your sister’s gone… it has to be you.” I confusedly stared at them, too stunned to speak. Did I hear him wrong? “You can’t be serious,” I whispered in disbelief. “You want me to marry a mafia lord instead of Airra who ran away? Because of what? Because of your debts?” My mother sternly looked at me. “It’s the only way, Sierra. We owe him everything. If we don’t pay, we lose the house, the business, everything we have right now.”

“Why are they coming after you except for the power? There seems to be hate between the two of you?” “They tried to recruit us to join an alliance to unite all the mafia organizations in the world under one umbrella. They wanted us to bow down and kiss their feet in short. We said no and killed their right hand when he tried to capture our mother as a way to make us accept. The Bratva is bitter about that.” Viktor was an animal. I couldn’t believe I thought he was a good person. He was far from it. He might have been worse than Nero. I remembered how he had cried and apologized for strangling me.

Book 2 introduces different characters and storyline while still maintaining the forced marriage To the merciless Mafia series. ********* I made a deal with a Bratva Boss, only to lose my virginity and now I’m forced to marry him. He was supposed to save me from a forced marriage not to kidnap me for his own pleasure. Nikolai Yezhov as always been the enemy; older, ruthless, dangerous and handsome. Now I’m knocked up by an older man whose forcing me to be his Bratva Bride.

* * * * * * * * * * PD Luciana wandered through the villa's garden, the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass filling her lungs. But her mind wasn't on the serene surroundings. Alessandro's words echoed in her thoughts; "Antonio's family is Mafia... they're ruthless. They'll stop at nothing to get what they want." She shivered, despite the warmth of the sun on her skin. The Mafia's reputation was notorious - brutal killings, extortion, and corruption. They operated in the shadows, and their influence reached the highest echelons of power.

“They said they would sell Betsy if I didn’t pay.” I frown and slide my hands into my pockets, balling them into fists. The fury burns in my chest, bubbling like lava. “Who are ‘they’?” I ask. “Some mafia guys.” “What family?” “I- I always thought he was one of yours.” “Name?” If one of my guys had gotten involved in the trafficking business behind my back, he will meet a swift and deserved end. “Anthony Rossi.” One of Sforza’s enforcers. They make the bulk of their money from loan sharking and human trafficking.

I mused thoughtfully, As I glanced at everyone present, my mind reeled at the events that had led me to this moment. A forced marriage, the threats, the manipulation—all designed to ensure I became the wife of Alex Fabian, the son of Don Fabian Costello, the ruthless head of the Fabian Mafia family. "But why?" A question I kept on asking myself, and whose answer remained unknown to me.

How I would have to suffer for the rest of my life in his arms. I couldn’t escape him. I was trapped here forever. Because in the mafia world, once they shook hands on a deal, the only way out was through death. I was not going to die because of that devil. After crying for a while, I finally cleaned my tears with the back of my hands. I was not going to allow him to bring me down either. I was going to stand strong and show him who the real bitch was. Papa had always taught us not to show any signs of weakness, else we’d be trampled upon. Lazzaro thought I was weak, and hence why he was treating me this way.

“You’re also going to fabricate evidence proving that you falsified Mr. Blackwood’s partnership documents. Claim that you submitted fabricated evidence to the government against him. And, of course, there’s your little secret mafia organization.” My eyes widened slightly. She wasn’t just asking him to surrender. She wanted to destroy everything he had built. “Table everything before the government, Vindell. Every single thing. Your company, your criminal activities, your mafia organization. Once you’ve done that, your mother walks out alive.” Vindell remained silent. “Failure to do so, and your mother pays for your crimes. You have just two days.” A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. “What?!”

He didn't, choosing instead to stand by the window, arms crossed, looking out at the grey morning like the story would be easier to tell if he didn't have to watch her face while he told it. "Fifteen years ago," he said, "my father ran this territory the way I run it now. Careful. Profitable. Mostly quiet, the way I told you the Castellano arrangement was quiet." A pause. "The Cross family wasn't quiet. They ran the northern routes, drugs mostly, and they wanted my father's docks to move product he refused to touch." "He said no." "He said no. Repeatedly. For years." Nero's jaw tightened. "Eventually they stopped asking."

He even had his mother pin down my legs while they forced me into this nightclub outfit. I looked at them. I screamed with everything my throat had. I cursed with everything my lips could form. Not a single sound came out. "Behave. Trust me, you don't want to find out what the mafia does to people who cause problems." Then she showed me a few videos. Bodies hanging from the ceiling. People being fed to the ocean. Her eyes were full of smug satisfaction, like this would be enough to scare me into compliance. All I gave her back was every ounce of spit I could muster.