Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

“And now look at you, making Paris more beautiful.” We sat in silence, sipping wine, letting the memories drift between us like smoke. Then I laughed. “When we first met? You were so cold and intimidating.” He snorted. “Of course. I was the big bad Mafia Lord. Wasn’t that the charm you fell for?” “Please,” I rolled my eyes. “The moment Mama Rosa called you ‘Little Pumpkin,’ I knew it was all an act.” He groaned, covering his face with both hands. “You never forget anything, do you?”

Was that hair peaking out of the buttons he had left open? I had seen my fair chest of male bodies, both willingly, and unwillingly, and I had to say this, even if most of it was covered, was....intruiging. I cleared my throat, tearing my eyes off the chest and almost died when I saw who was standing in front of me. Luca De Santi. No... Don Luca De Santi. The most mysterious, but feared Mafia Don in the Mafioso. At least that was waht was whipered. I didn't know if it was true, but he looked the part.

❤️ A faint smirk touched his lips. “I know you’ll hate me… you’ll be angry…” His fingers tightened slightly in her hair— “But this… is what’s best for us.” A pause. “And today… the way you fought…” 🔥 “I liked it.” His gaze darkened. “Because that strength… will save you in the future.” He exhaled slowly— “There will come a time… when you’ll feel completely broken…” His voice dropped— “But you’ll have to stand again… because you are the Queen of this mafia world…”

] His hand reached out to cup her bruised cheek, running a finger over her swollen bottom lip he moved closer leaning down to brush his lips softly over hers, ‘Sarò sempre lì per te, mia piccola Bella. Non l'hai ancora capito? Ti amo, mia coraggiosa principessa mafiosa.’ [I will always be there for you my little Bella. Haven’t you figured it out yet? I love you my brave Mafia Princess.] Alcina did not hear any more of his words she was in his arms and kissing him so fiercely words were not needed, ‘Ti amo da morire, mio principe mafioso.’ [I love you to my Mafia Prince.]

I placed my hand in his, trembling, and he guided me into the chair. The ritual continued. I could barely hear the words of the oaths, too focused on the weight of Alessandro’s presence beside me, the way the men watched us both as though measuring, judging. When his blood was spilled on the saint’s image, the silence deepened binding us all in something ancient and terrifying. Then came the moment I feared the most. The officiant turned towards us. “Seal the bond. With a kiss.” My stomach tightened. My first instinct was panic—hundreds of mafia men, Alessandro’s cold eyes, Ginevra’s venomous glare drilling into me from the crowd.

I stammered, pointing at myself. There’s no way they’re letting me marry the enemy for real. It’s already too much that my family’s not paying attention to me despite me trying hard, but now they also want me to marry Lucian Moretti? Heck, no! “Yes, Miss Vale. You heard it right,” Roman replied in a mocking tone. He looked down on me just like everyone else. “You don’t need me to explain the details unless you need me to spell it out for you what it means to be married, yeah?”

The silence that followed was heavy, no one daring to answer. Then Sebastian Deca cleared his throat. “With respect Mikhail, the matter of Natalia cannot be ignored. She is of age, and her future has been long discussed. Before the Pakhan went into coma, we planned to marry her into the Italian-American mafia La Cosa Nostra. This… scandal only proves she needs proper placement, for the honor of the family.” Natalia’s breath caught. Adrian’s fists clenched.

I was trapped, and yet there was something intoxicating about being this close to him. Then Elijah turned his piercing gaze on me. My knees weakened under the intensity of his eyes. He took my hand and whispered, his voice low and almost velvet in its danger, “My dear Liam, from the first day I saw your mesmerizing eyes, I knew you were the one for me. I was captivated. Today, you are not going to run away. Don’t even think about escaping because it won’t work. I have risked everything for you. Our mafia does not support gender-to-gender marriage. Any violation, and one of us would die. I defied the rules for you. Now you will give me everything—your body, your soul, everything—and accept th

“Marriage between you and me? You see that—how it sounds? A B S U R D.” “It’s either that or you go back to Zeus. And trust me, you don’t want to find out what he will do to you.” The back of my knees hit the chair. His arm snakes around my waist, catching me. “Have you heard of Ravens?” I nod. Who doesn’t know about the five deadly mafia lords who rule the world with an iron fist? And I know he is one of them.