Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

"Now you can imagine what I am capable of doing to you, right? You see, my little Love, I could crush your neck right now, and no one would ever know. I could strip you down and fuck you right here on this bed, and absolutely no one would come to save you." His smirk vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, chilling stone. "So, this is my final warning. Do not test my patience. I am already having a very hard time keeping my cool around you, and you are being fucking impossible. The next time you decide to open your smart mouth, think very carefully about the consequences. Alright?" "Y-yes," I choked out, the tears flowing freely now. "Are... are you in the mafia?" the words tumbled out

It disgusted Nihan with my language, and Nihan could see the anger in my eyes. "Then what do you want?” Nihan replied irritatedly to me because she couldn't understand what I meant. "Kiss me." My response astounded Nihan. She looked down at my seductive lips. She didn't know why our lips were like magnets because they slowly crossed our lips. That kiss was long enough to be intentional as our lips parted to breathe air. The two of us left the room smiling together while I put my arm around the girl's shoulder. Sister Erna's saw us as our lips parted when she passed by. It seemed we were in their own world because they didn't even notice her, even with his immense size.

They seemed to be fine and they were having a chat amongst themselves. I gave a subtle knock, and then asked for the files, he said he brought them so I told him to drop everything I'm my room. Some of my men that were injured during my attack on my competitor's camp were already getting better while some of them still had a bit of healing to go. It was already nighttime by the time Damien got back, I retired to my room after I had checked up on the man in the basement. He has confessed to teaming up with another Italian mafia who also wanted a contract I was pursuing.

“But I love you.” Heidi stares into my eyes until she drops the only question I wasn’t ready to hear. “Is that enough, though?” Her eyes fall to my hand on her hip, and she notices my knuckles split, dried blood covering each one of them. She swallows hard and looks up at me again, her expression more serious this time. “How am I supposed to accept that this is what being part of the mafia means? Do you truly expect me to be okay with seeing you get hurt all the time, risking your life because of what…?”

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

Chapter 5 Sofia's POV I spent the rest of the day lost in thought, trying to imagine what tonight's event would look like. The thought of attending a mafia gathering, where the most notorious figures would converge, sent shivers down my spine. My first encounter with the mafia still haunted me - the memory of blood splattering everywhere, the sound of gunfire echoing through the chapel, and the lifeless body crumpling to the ground. It was a gruesome reminder of the world Mark inhabited, and now, I was being pulled into its depths.

I found the coffee pot, still warm on the counter-Mara’s work, no doubt-poured a cup and settled myself at the small table, cup held in both hands. I had four minutes and thirty seconds before Damian appeared. He paused for the briefest of moments at my presence, then came and went from the counter, pouring a cup of coffee, making my presence at his breakfast table seem utterly unremarkable. He sat, not at the opposite end of the table but one seat too close. I said nothing. He picked up the newspaper he’d brought in and began reading. We sat in silence for a long time. The morning light, streaking through the window at an angle, the warm coffee, the stillness… it was so intensely ordinary i

~ MIA ANTHONY ~ I don't know how to feel about last night. After my idea of trying to escape got ruined, I couldn't believe it in the end. I was the demanding one. Yesterday's sex was the best for me so far. Luca was different yesterday, rough yet gentle. Now I can't believe I was craving for more by just thinking about it. I woke up to an empty bed again. I didn't know what he does aside from being a Mafia Lord importing and exporting illegal products but maybe being a Mafia was all kinds of many things, guess it can be exhausting especially when you are the leader right?

The club was only dimly lit, the air thick with the reek of alcohol and despair. It was the kind where handshakes sealed deals and were broken by gunfire. I sat in the quiet booth, whiskey in front of me, back to the wall. I waited. For her. Fiorella D'Angelo. The so-called queen of her father's empire. I'd spent the day wondering whether she'd be even remotely the woman people described. The mafia had a reputation for exaggeration, making men monsters, women mythical legends that people couldn't even touch. Most of the time, that's just what they were, exaggerated tales.

“Don’t do anything reckless. You’ve already lost too much.” He froze. Slowly, he looked down at her hand on his sleeve. Then at her. For a moment, the ruthless Mafia King vanished. In his place stood a man haunted by pain, craving peace. “I can’t lose you too,” he said quietly. Elena’s breath hitched. “Then don’t push me away.” His gaze flicked to her lips — rain-damp, trembling, too close. The air between them sizzled. He took a step closer. Then another.