Mafia Love Movies Novels & Stories

It was confident and was burning with hatred. I didn't open my mouth, while Vexon started untying me. "Where did I go wrong? Oh, yes, the only mistake I made was loving you," he spat out bitterly. His gaze could turn me to ashes. I felt someone was ripping my heart off my chest. "I thought it was the best mistake, but you made it the worst one. You are the love of the Mafia King, and you will remain that forever. Come what may," he whispered and instantly placed his lips on mine.

Not relief — something more complicated than relief. "That's the part that makes it hard," I said. "If he were simply terrible it would be easier. If this were simply captivity — if there were no library, no midnight conversations, no—" I stopped. "It would be easier to hate it cleanly." "Yes," Mara said. "It would." "Instead it's—" I searched for the word. "Human," she said. I looked at her. "It's human," she repeated. "Complicated and contradictory and impossible to file into a clean category. That's not a weakness in you, Lena. That's just what it is."

he said, voice low, dangerous, “I swear to God, Father, I’ll stop being your son. And you’ll see exactly what that means.” Giovanni studied him, eyes narrowed, the faintest amusement tugging at his lips. “Ah,” he said softly. “There it is. The fire. The bite. You sound like a Mancini, finally. Not the runaway boy, but the man I’ve been waiting for.” He sat back, his gold ring catching the glow of the flames, and raised his glass once more. “Careful, Angelo. Careful who you love in this world. Because love makes men weak. And weakness…” He took a slow sip. “…is what gets them killed.”

"This is good. This is cool. This is interesting, and this is... hmm... pretty wild. Nicholas probably won't let you sleep while you're in your underwear like this." Josephine was wide-eyed to see Anna taking on a variety of colors and sexy lingerie styles. "Anna ... oh, are you crazy?" Anna giggled. "Italy is always impressive. A lot of films about the Mafia are told about Italy. Hmm ... I think Lynn has mentioned several titles, The Godfather, Goodfellas, Scarface, and several others. Lynn is very fluent when it comes to the mafia." Josephine looked up at Anna's bright face and sparkling truly eyes. "Anna?"

My stomach cramps, and I wince. The titles line up on the screen. Sinfully His—an age-gap, dad’s-best-friend romance, where she gets revenge on her cheating husband and also bag’s her dad’s older hot friend. The next is some werewolf thing about mates and rejection and shit I don’t understand. Marco’s choices already have me giggling. He did this on purpose. And then another catches me: The Mafia’s Pet. Enemies to lovers. Erotica. A laugh slips out. Too pointed. Too close to home.

Milena simply glanced at it, then looked up at the man, her eyes revealing a clarity that she wasn't going to drink it. Dr. Oxford continued, “Her name was Tanya. A bold blonde woman. You look so much like her,” he commented with a smile. “Tanya and I met at the hospital. She was hit by a stray bullet, and I saved her. From there, we began to talk, chat, and soon desire emerged between us, and… we fucked," he shrugged and took a sip of his own tea. Milena scoffed. “Desire and not love.” Dr. Oxford smiled. “There's no such thing as love in the mafia world,” he said. “No such thing. It is simply desire, one that fades as time goes on.”

The past week Adam tried to avoid Mariah but he still kept thinking about the night he saw her under the moonlight wearing scrubs and crocs but he still found her pretty. That night Adam felt that everything Mariah told was true, that she had no association with the Ariak and mafia stuff. Adam had seen many pretty and hot girls. The party’s thrown by the people in mafia world have tons of hot girls but Adam never really felt anything around them. He never really received the love he wanted and probably never will as long as he’s a mafia boss.