Novel & Cerita Mafia Romance Audiobook

They say if you keep dancing with the devil you’ll get burned. There was only one way that this shit would end. They always say that the only outcomes of being in the game are winding up dead, or going to jail. Would I really get my own happily ever after, being the bastard that I was? With all of the people I hurt, all the bodies I’d made drop, all of the lives I’d destroyed? My name is Louis… And this is my story. Growing up in Birmingham, being forced and groomed into the mafia under the influence of my stepfather.

“You’re insane.” “You’re the one who’s insane,” he snapped. “You think that man cares about you? You think all those sweet looks mean something? He’s a Mafia boss, Genna. He kills people like us for fun.” “Maybe he’s not as heartless as you think.” Marco’s eyes flared. “Listen to yourself. You sound pathetic. You’re falling for the enemy!” “I’m not falling for anyone,” I said firmly, though my chest tightened at my own words. “I’m just trying to survive.”

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.

she said, unimpressed. I didn’t respond. Instead, I reached for the champagne bottle and poured myself a drink. “How did the meeting go? Why did they leave so soon?” Alessia sighed. “He didn’t agree with Papà’s terms. A fight almost broke out. They were already reaching for their guns before Papà said he could leave if he wasn’t happy with the price.” “Thank God it didn’t escalate,” I muttered. Italians don’t fight barehanded. And especially not the mafia. When they fight, it’s with guns, knives, anything they can get their hands on. Someone always ends up injured.

My irritation grew as he chuckled softly. He took another step closer. Now there was barely space between us. “Then tell me how it works.” “You’re the mafia king,” I said quietly. “You order people around.” “And you obey?” “No.” “Yet you're standing here, right in front of me.” His gaze was intense, making my heart race. “Because I want answers.” “And if I don’t give them?” “Then I’ll find them myself.” A slow smile appeared on his face. “Dangerous promise.”

Nella’s pov I snatched the leather folder from Antonio’s outstretched hand so hard the papers inside rustled like dry leaves. Rage boiled up my throat before I could stop it. “What kind of heartless bullshit is this?” My voice cracked, loud enough to echo off the marble foyer. “My father isn’t even cold in the ground. His body’s barely in the crypt, and you people are already shoving a business document in my face? Is this what the Mafia calls respect? Brutality? Callousness? Aren’t you all supposed to be human?”

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.”

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Ring ring…ring ring…tut. "Fuckin hell!" Weylin Turner growled, almost throwing the phone away. "Hey! Don't break my phone like you did with yours," Mirela Davies, Weylin's old acquaintance, the leader of the gang The Red Hearts, and one of the most powerful mafia leaders of the USA, spoke as she took her phone away from his hand. "I didn't break my phone on purpose. I couldn't control my rage and…" Weylin sighed, looking out of the window.

The sound of his suffering, music to my ears. My voice began slowly, calmly. "Did your bratva aid Riccardo Moralez in the bombing?" Mercutio's eyes, which were lifeless pools on a mere human shell, narrowed on me murderously. And despite myself, my lips slowly curved up at their sides; we were just getting started. Blood mixed with saliva pooled at his lips and dribbled down his jaw from either side of his thin, pale lips, sloshing down to the dragon tattoo on his wiry neck that indicated his bratva.