Novel & Cerita Mafia Lovers

"It's not something I'm interested in." Despite her nonchalant tone, I could sense the strain beneath the surface. Part of me wanted to press, to demand the truth. But another part, a more patient one, knew that forcing it wouldn't yield results. The information I needed would come, eventually. Perhaps from her, when she was ready. Perhaps from the men tailing us, once I had them singing a different tune. Just as I was about to break the silence with a neutral topic, Mia surprised me. "I've told you before, I hate the mafia, right?" she said, her voice laced with a raw emotion that sent shivers down my spine. "Everything they stand for, the violence, the control… I hate it all."

she says with a chuckle, before scribbling another list. Mafia/Crime Lord: Mafia Boss Drug Lord Smuggler Cartel Leader Money Launderer I laugh. “Yeah, definitely keeping the first four, but money launderer sounds too... boring for a dark romance. Where’s the thrill?” Jenni nods in agreement and starts on another list. I watch as she meticulously writes out the next category. Obsessive Lover: Bodyguard Psychiatrist or Therapist Business Tycoon with control issues Ex-Military or Mercenary

Where was he? Leonardo was a top-ranking member of the West Mafia, one of the most powerful gangs in the country. He was known for his cunning and ambition, and he had been waiting for his chance to claim power for years. When he learned of Marko's involvement with the Italian Mafia, he saw an opportunity. If he could eliminate Marko, he would be able to seize control of both organizations and dominate the criminal underworld. But he knew that Marko was not an easy target, and he needed leverage to draw him out. When he learned about his newly formed relationship with Maria, he knew he had his chance.

Because my husband wanted me dead too. But we refused to be victims and just take it. It was the reason I told Ella what I learned about her parents' death when we met. We bonded instantly, and we might have been young, naive girls but we wouldn’t be willing victims. We started researching and studying the men from the mafia world that did business with Benito. We refused to be sitting belles waiting for our ruin. Ella and I were stronger together. If we only prepared for falling in love too. We wanted to bring those fucking ruthless men to their knees and make them pay, but we didn’t count on our hearts playing too.

Chiara Moretti Alessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."

That night, everything changed. At first, I thought Alisa had just been cheating. It was worse. Much worse. Matteo Morelli was not just her lover. He was her fiancé. He was also the heir to the Morelli crime family — one of the most powerful mafia syndicates in the city but he himself happened to operate from Mexico. The moment I realized who that brother she has always been talking of was, I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me.

ok says Ibrahim, both sleep and after some days Ibrahim gets well perfectly, right now Ibrahim was making love to mehak, just then Ibrahim phone ranged up, he doesn't want to receive it but seen caller name he says Jaan this is important he received it and says hello, hello me Ibrahim I am your Dr I got your money to thank you, Ibrahim sir if you want some more help just call me, Ibrahim says ok and cuts the call, on the other hand, Dr wife says Ibrahim khan gave you this much money why? dr says because he loves his wife very much he can do anything for her you see mafia possessive love, Ibrahim made love to mehak and says this mafia man can do anything for his mehak, only you can make me on

— I love Sheldon. I just smiled. — How long have you and Enzo been married? —No, we are not married. He has a wife in Napoli. Me and my big mouth. - I understand. “Like you and Signore Ravazzani,” she continued, as if I needed further explanation. — No, I understand. —Mafia men were not known for their monogamy. —More prosecco? Standing, I took the bottle to our table and filled our glasses. Just two mafia lovers, hanging out on a yacht, drinking together. It happens every day, right?

Hello Everyone. I just want to use this opportunity to say thank you for reading my books and for those of you who support it... Thank you a million more time and readers are just as special ☺️. The Mafia's Lover has come to an end but don't be too quick to Jump the boat because it's not over untill it's over. So without Further Adieu, I am proud to announce the sequel of the Mafia's Lover. THE MAFIA'S DAUGHTER.

Tears are flying down my face. Hurt, pain, and disappointment are all eating me up. The Mafia wants to get hold of these biochips. I was sacred of the doctors getting hold of them. What about the Mafia? This is very bad. It was all the plan since day one to give them the prototype for the biochips. But how naïve of me. I gave them more. I gave them my heart. What did I do so wrong? That I am always falling deeply in love with the men who don’t just break me.