Mafia Pregnancy Romance Books Novels & Stories

Ariana legs immediately went wobbly as she fell down on her knees, her poor heart was beating wildly as she thought she was going to die today. No one had ever pointed a gun at her and this man that was supposed to be her husband looked like he was going to pull the trigger if she dared disagree with him. That took her back to the fact that he had a gun in his back pocket all this while, was he some kind of criminal? Perhaps a drug dealer? Ariana shivered at the mere thought of her living with a criminal.

A few minutes later, she’s screaming my name in a way only she ever can. “I think I’m pregnant,” she mumbles before falling asleep in my arms and I chuckle. I would love that very much, but her doctors made it clear that Nick was a miracle. The chances of her ever conceiving are close to zero. I’m just drifting off to sleep when Owen knocks on the door to inform us that the day we all dreaded had finally come. We have always been aware that the government’s mandate was to wipe out the mafia. They have attempted and failed before but it sounds more organised now.

Despite the fact that I was smaller than the elderly man, the power and rage coursing through me made me want to tear him apart. I looked him straight in the eye and said, “Mr. Cantoli, I have not been to the Mafia as long as you have. However, I was born into it. I am Viler Costa’s daughter. The Mafia boss who forced you to hide in the safe room. Yes, I’ve heard the stories. In addition, I am married to Nicolas Ricci. He, by the way, is still your boss! I am not some little girl who needs to be preserved and coddled. I am Anaya Costa-Ricci. The head of the world’s two most powerful mafias. I can take care of myself and I can take care of this organization. If you have a problem with that, y

Yet in the midst of their love appears an unexpectant threat to their happiness: Dimitri Baranov. Will Amy do what was expected of her so long ago, or follow her heart? In this brand new Bratva/Italian Mafia dark romance, you will find out that love can come from the worst places and blossom into something beautiful. ************************

I nod my head and quickly walk around the counter and grab the coffee pot and a mug, walking back over to his booth and place the mug in front of him and instantly begin to pour the dark liquid into his mug. “So…..” the beautiful stranger begins then takes a sip out of his hot coffee then places it back down onto the table and looks up at me with his gorgeous blue eyes “Can I get your name or am I going to have to call you blondie or waitress for the rest of the night?” “My name is Lili” I reply to him, pulling my top lip with my teeth as I look down at him.

If I didn’t know that man was my husband—the father of my baby—I would have sworn they were a couple, happy and in love. “Isabella Caruso? The doctor is ready for your examination,” the nurse called. Vincent turned, his face drained of color, his eyes scanning the hallway. He must have heard my name. When his eyes landed on me, his mouth opened, but no words came out. I had been happily married to Vincent Falcone, my mafia husband, for nearly ten years. This year, I was finally pregnant with his child. He of all people should know how difficult is for me to have the baby now. How could he do this to me?

And that coward… that coward had cut her down. “I’m leaving.” “To Boston?” “Yeah. I only came to make sure you were okay, and you are. You even found your better half and he’s so besotted with you.” She forced a laugh, swiping at her eyes. “Besides, someone needs to tell Mama to expect grandkids.” Shoot. Aunt Carina. Not only had I lied about selling the hotel and returning in a week, I had married a mafioso. A don. She was going to kill me before my enemies ever got the chance.

Or will loving Damian Vercetti cost her the last piece of herself she has left? *************** AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey, reader. Let’s get one thing straight this is not your sweet, safe mafia romance. This story is dark. Twisted. Obsessive. There are moments that will make you pause, ache, maybe even rage. Damian Vercetti is not your redemption arc. He’s power without apology. Possession without permission. And Isabella? She’s not the damsel she’s the storm trying to survive the fire. If you’re here for roses and candlelight, this isn’t your book.

"His wife Kiara will be there, and their little girl, Sofia. It should be nice and relaxed." My face immediately dropped at the word "family," and I felt my stomach twist into knots. Since we got married, I haven't met another mafia family, and there was a very good reason for that. It was exactly why I never wanted to marry anyone from this world in the first place. Mafia gatherings could be quite dramatic, full of whispered gossip and venomous snakes hiding behind polite smiles. Especially with my past, with everything people knew or thought they knew about me. Matteo must have seen the panic flash across my face because he immediately moved closer. "Everything will be okay," he assured me

For the first time, I saw not just the man who controlled everything but the man who would destroy anyone who disrespected me. It made my pussy tingle. I loved a chivalrous man, like Jabari from Entergalactic. Dinner was an endless conversation about mundane things. Every woman at the table was dripping in diamonds and gossip. They smiled with perfect teeth, all wives of mafia lords and crime bosses. “So,” one of them drawled, a brunette with too much perfume and a Cartier bracelet, “how long have you two been… engaged?” Azrael didn’t hesitate to lie. “Six months.”