Mafia Romance Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

They gave up their ego and admitted their feelings, something we saw even before they did. Regardless, I'm thrilled at what a journey it has been and I hope you are too. Nevertheless, this is not an absolute goodbye to our lovely couple. We will be getting sneak peeks of them in the other books of the Mafia Ruthless Series. Okay, now time for the big announcement! CAN YOU GUESS WHOSE BOOK IS NEXT?👀 Drum rolls please… I don't know if you guessed right, but if you did, then bravo! Because it's Luciano’s book next.

G I O V A N N I P O V Grace and Dante walked outside to have some time for themselves. I understand they needed time to process this and hive it a place in their minds. Dante didn't just gain a sister. He also gained a cheating father in his mind. His mother and father were already married when Federico had an affair with Grace's mother.

Hi everyone, This is my love letter to you, *Giggles* Thank you so much for reading this book. I went through a wild emotional ride writing it. I love you all so much and I appreciate your support. If you enjoy my writing and are wondering what to read next, I got you. Mafia books on this platform: Take me I'm yours ( stalker romance) His secret wife (Marriage of convience) Werewolf books on this platform: The royally screwed Luna

Growing up in Birmingham, being forced and groomed into the mafia under the influence of my stepfather. The man who ruined my motherfucking life. Every choice, every decision… Led to my own fucking downfall. Let me take you right back to the beginning. Where it all began. Right from when I was just a fucking child… Sit tight, be patient, and enjoy the rollercoaster. It’s gonna be one hell of a bumpy fucking ride. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. CHAPTER 1 Not all is what it seems § LOUIS § Punch after punch, I hit Thomas, letting out all the anger and frustration that had built up in me after all this time. I'd been waiting for the perfect moment to kill him for so many years.

But her head spun from Dante's touch, his watch from the side heavy. Night wore on, Lorenzo sealing deals, clueless to the fire starting close. She faked smiles, body humming, wanting bad. Later, heading inside, he passed near, breath on her neck quick. "Dante," he said soft. "If you want." Dante. It hit—Lorenzo's step-brother, the mafia one with all the scary stories. Pulse went crazy. Big trouble. But his eyes promised, and she craved it. Gala far from over for her.

The desperation. This girl wasn't just valuable. She was the key to one of the biggest mafia fortunes in Europe. And she had no idea. His phone buzzed again. Message from Sophia: *Did you get her? The Morettis are getting impatient.* Rafael stared at the message, then at the closed bedroom door. The smart play was to trade her. Get his information about his family's treasure and walk away. But the Santoro fortune changed everything. If he played this right, Cassandra Roglas could give him something far more valuable than his parents' stolen heirloom.

“You don’t understand, Ethan. I can’t just… walk away. I’m married. And even if I wasn’t… you don’t know what this world is like. My father, Mark—this isn’t just about marriage. This is the mafia. This is life and death.” Ethan’s jaw tightened, frustration flashing in his eyes. “Life and death? You’re more likely to die trapped here under your father’s thumb than if you come with me. I can keep you safe.” Mia shook her head vehemently, her hands trembling. “I can’t just abandon my life like that! I… I can’t be reckless. I can’t throw myself into danger blindly. You don’t understand what it means to be a Romano—what it means to live under this… this shadow. Running isn’t safe. It’s stupid. An

(Bitch, if you’re not gone by the time I’m out of the shower, I’ll put a bullet in your head. That gets her moving. She’s crying now. I slam the bathroom door and lock it behind me. Crying. Why do they always cry? Like it’s going to make me feel bad. Please. I’m Luca Ricci, Don of the Ricci Italian Crime Family. Women throw themselves at me every night. I never sleep with the same one twice. Well… there’s Lina. But she’s nothing special. Just easy. I call her when I want a quick fuck. I’m guessing that’s what happened last night. I treat her like the rest, but she keeps coming back. Every damn time.

"Right. Sure. I just have one last question for you before I go, brother.” “Where did you take her? Where did you take my fiancée?" A dangerous smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. "Your fiancée was starving, Dario. So I took her to get a proper meal while you had your face buried between another woman's legs." Dario’s face flushed a deep, ugly red, the vein in his neck throbbing like a struck wire. “That is none of your fucking business, Roman! Nothing about my life has ever been your business!"

The man didn’t look away. Yasmine resisted the urge to shift under his gaze. Luca stood and walked toward her. His hand settled on her arm—firm, possessive. “Dante,” he said smoothly, “meet Yasmine.” A pause. “Yasmine… my Consigliere and partner, Dante Romano.” Dante rose and stepped forward, extending his hand. Yasmine placed hers in his, polite but distant. “Nice to meet you, Signore Romano.” “My pleasure, Donna,” he replied with a slight nod.