Mafia Romance Novels 2021 Novels & Stories

The Billionaire's superstar wife, a sequel to forced marriage. Mafia's slave pet, for those who love mafia books. Ruthless Lycan King which I just completed recently. (Please leave me a review and some gems if you have any to spare.) Look out for my new book, Alpha Rex and His Dangerous Addiction, coming to Goodnovel this month. Thank you for your support.

I wanted to know what kind of sin could pull a man from an altar back into the blood-soaked world of the mafia, but I knew it was outside my bounds to ask. "Why do you think something would go wrong?" I asked instead. Curiosity got the better of my fear, and my palms began to sweat. A quiet panic started to set in. Dario was planning to crash the event to enact a petty, cruel revenge for his college humiliation, but Roman was here under their father's orders to ensure the night went flawlessly. What the hell had I gotten myself into? Did Roman already know about Dario’s plan? Was that the real reason he was here? To stop his brother?

a deep voice commands. I turn. He walks in like he owns the place. Broad shoulders under a tailored black suit, dark eyes that slice through the chaos. His presence is heavier than the gunfire. Dante Morreti. I know that name. Whispers. Mafia. Blood. Power. The devil of New York. His gaze pins me in place. My chest tightens, breath shallow. “She’s the bride?” he asks, almost amused. “Yes, Boss,” one of his men answers. “Pretty little thing,” Dante murmurs, eyes raking me head to toe. “Shame she belongs to a coward.”

Luca followed the Italian Don’s gaze, his heart sinking as he saw the doctor and Rosa walking together, their hands firmly clasped. Sensing the mounting stress radiating from Luciano’s body, Luca—who was following his every step—quickly closed the gap. He moved in close to the Don’s shoulder, a silent shadow ready to intervene before the Mafia King did something out of character in the eyes of the public.

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.

He reminded himself he could not be sidetracked from his purpose. “Ms. Baxter, let me tell you one thing. Don Marco and his family operate one of the biggest MAFIA groups in the country. If we can take them down, we could potentially help the innocent from becoming their victims.” “As you guessed, they run a prostitution den. They guise it as charity events, but however you look at it, it was illegal and a crime.” “I am sure you would like to help others, Ms. Baxter?” “Are you hearing yourself?” Kara cried as fear, anger, loathing, frustration, and disappointment rolled into one.

But if someone found out, fuck, I am screwed. I an only twenty three and he had offered my hand without even asking me. He never would have asked. The thought of marriage never crossed my mind. Perhaps a couple of times when I was a young girl. But l always imagined of marrying a prince. Not the boss of the American fucking mafia. The American mafia was well known for its reputation of being manipulative and brutal. They were deadly, even was impressed. The mafia boss; I did not know much about, but only his name. I was to be wedded to Ace Hernandez.

Human trafficking, with a side of canapés. This whole night was a twisted joke. A “charity event,” they called it. A chance for the world’s most powerful (and most messed-up) mafia bosses to pat each other on the back while getting their kicks. The money, they said, went to “help the needy.” Claudine knew where it really went: straight into their Swiss bank accounts, funding empires built on blood and broken lives. And tonight, here in Russia, was their big show. Their “look how powerful we are” party, held every two years.

Chapter 25 Julianna’s Pov:- Who is he? I stared at him with curious eyes while they both were climbing the stairs; this Lorenzo guy is creepy. He gives a serious dominant vibe and looks like a dangerous man. The kind of man people stay away from or don’t mess with. Who is he though? Are Nikolai friends with these kinds of scary people? Of course, he is a Russian mafia don, what do you expect? My subconscious replied. Yeah… “Julia?” Penelope's voice reached my ears,

“I love my brother, but he’s an asshole and a man-whore. You should be lucky when you fall pregnant because then you can reject his advances and let him go to his whorehouses-” “What?!” I exclaim, my heart leaping into my throat. “He… he would do that even if he’s married to me?” Her brows furrow together, and she genuinely looks confused. “All mafia men do that, Lucia. It’s a staple in our world where they get to fuck around while we remain home raising kids. My mother used to say at least they come home to you, but what exactly are they bringing home after fucking other women?” She scoffs. “We’re only there to be their arm candy, there to make them look good and bear their children. The so