Mafia Love Novels & Stories

He paused for a while, and continued, "You are my nightingale and will be mine forever. I only loved you, I love you and I will love you for the entire life. And for the next upcoming births, I want you as my life." Tears dropped down. He kissed my eyes whirling me. It was stopping the tears. "I only hated you in the past," I whispered in an apologetic tone. "But now you love me," He snuggled around my neck. "Yes, but I never expected you so soft as you are treating me. After all, you are the king of the mafia world," I uttered with a little courage. Calling him cruel means awakening his sword. "Does mafia king have not to heart, feelings?" He asked making me shut.

This is getting interesting " she adjusted her sitting position. "I met a young lady ,we fell in love. She wanted to establish my knowledge into money. I was in a place that I would do anything to make sure I own her, that she remains mine. I informed my brothers ,after years of no communication with them, I told them my research findings. They insisted I should get her involve if that was her idea "told her and she agreed. She later insisted we cut ties with my brothers. I actually did. I left Naples and proposed to her, it got complicated after that "

But crazy was a complete understatement of how he felt about her leaving. He smiled bitterly. It shall be known that this was the exact moment Leonardo Marcello became a psychopath. ****************************** Amelia rushed to envelope her in a hug. “Arya we missed you, welcome home”, she said with a motherly smile. If only they knew the bomb she was about to drop. She couldn’t sleep all night and this morning, she scrubbed her body till she turned pink. That’s why she’s currently wearing a hoodie and jogger. She was sick of the mafia dictating her life but she was more sick of her husband’s lies. Nothing could beat that on her list.

A commitment to maintain peace. I wasn't a complete moron. I was aware that this was also about money and power, but it wasn't the whole story. Both were experiencing a decline as a direct result of various criminal groups such as the Russian Mafia known as "The maquese," the Taiwanese Triad, and others striving to increase their influence in our areas. It was necessary for the various Italian families throughout the United States to put an end to their feuds and collaborate in order to prevail over their adversaries. It would be an incredible privilege for me to wed the eldest son of the New York family. Since the day I became engaged to Damon, my father and all of my other male relatives h

A true fallen angel is not afraid of darkness, but appreciates it, adores it, and enjoys it. In the same way that in Colombia they prepared an exclusive party, where there were guests of all kinds, exotic, eccentric, etc.. The important thing was that they had money and that they collaborated with the illicit association that Maria De La Cruz was trying to lead, and that was also growing and leaving in its wake the personalized Mexican brand. That party was very difficult for her, since there were faces, images that had done her wrong at some point, that were not friends at all, but she knew that world had to be extremely cold, and that was how little by little she was becoming a successful

Damian looked directly at him. “Maybe… just maybe…” “A son should choose his own path.” Nikolai froze a little. Damian’s voice grew quieter. “The mafia world isn’t fit for anyone.” “Why?” Damian leaned back slowly. “Because love becomes weakness.” The words hung in the air. Nikolai frowned slightly. “Love is good.” Damian’s eyes flickered. “Yes.” “But in my world…” He looked away. “…love becomes something enemies can use against you.”

“No—no, Lucien, please. I can’t—” “You can.” His tone sliced through her protest like steel. “And you will. There is no negotiation, Maya. You’ll take my name, stand at my side, and you’ll raise what’s mine under my roof.” Her voice broke, raw and trembling. “I don’t love you.” Something flickered across his face, a shadow, fleeting, but it was gone in an instant. His voice remained cold, resolute. “Love isn’t required. Loyalty is.” The silence that followed was heavier than anything. Maya sat trembling, her heart shattering against the iron of his decree.

And even if the whole world would crash and burn, this love was something I would keep. We reached the family Villa after a few minutes drive, this was the home Keira and I grew up in. From her expression immediately we walked into the house, I could tell Keira was suppressing some bad memories from the past. She finally confronted me when we were alone in my office. I knew she would have this reaction so I never let her know that I was the mafia king. I didn't want to break her heart or make her feel like a failure of a sister, nor did I want her to feel like she'd broken the promise she once made to me.

“Is that… what I think it is?” Elena groaned. “Clara—” “That’s her, isn’t it?” Clara whispered, eyes wide. “Scarlett. The mafia queen. The owner of Club Vixen.” Elena said nothing. Clara grinned. “I remember the other night now. That’s who you’ve been thinking about.” Elena’s face turned crimson. “Clara, stop.” “Oh my God, girl,” Clara teased, taking a sip of her drink. “No wonder you were staring like you saw a ghost. She looks even more dangerous in daylight.”

He took the knife and gave it to the boy. "Alan your stepbrother has passed his test; now it's your turn... Very soon, my empire will be divided into three; you and your brother will get one each... In the mafia world, we don't do love at all... Love is for the weak... Women should be treated like nobody... Like a trash, like a tissue, dispose and forgotten... I don't love your mother; she was an instrument, a toy made to give me, my heir... Same with you and your brother... You will have just a woman who will bear you children... No love... I don't want to ever hear you sing; I've broken your piano... Because the lyrics of your songs are all love... Women are nobody; they are tools for maki