Mafia Romance Series Books Novels & Stories

Rose then turned to her father. “This is the one chance I had to win this stupid case. If Stan did something to my lawyer, I would be the one to kill him!” she warned with a serious expression. Rose seemed different and very angry. This wasn't the girl I had spent some time with before the nailing of that man, this was Lord's daughter, the Mafia princess. “Let me give him a call” Lord suggested, but Rose refused. “He knows he has messed up and won't take your calls” she said as she pulled out her phone and began talking to someone. When she was done, she turned to look at me.

Weylin sighed, looking out of the window. "Tch. You and your temper," she rolled her eyes. Tucking her locks behind her ear, she glanced at him. "3rd time?" "5th." Weylin massaged his glabella, looking exhausted. "5th?!" Mirela's eyes widened as she leaned forward out of reflex. "You have been calling your wife for the 5th time?!" "Yeah." The mafia leader mumbled, without caring to take a glance at the lady. Closing his eyes, he continued massaging his glabella. After the long meeting with the other mafia leaders, he just wanted to return home and take a nap.

I froze in place, my thoughts juggling even when I tried to put the pieces of the situation together. “When I ran off to New Orleans six years ago, it was because I stumbled into something Father thought he’d buried,” she said slowly, her voice steady. “That was when I found out what the Rossis had done—and why Axel murdered Father. The only way we can reclaim power in the underworld is by joining forces with another powerful empire.” Mafia underworld. Empires. Blah blah blah. I didn’t want to hear any of it. What I wanted was a peaceful life back in Willow Creek, not something that would endanger my life.

“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.”

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,

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.

DEAREST GENTLE READERS, Firstly, thank you so much for choosing Luciano’s Forbidden Desire. I need you to know that your choice to embark on this journey with me means so much. And if you're coming from the previous book in the MAFIA RUTHLESS SERIES, which is—THE MAFIA’S WILLING PREY, then I need you to know that you're right on track, because the ride here is just about to become much more intense.

"I want to make sure that Anne is indeed the target of a mafia group. And you need to know who's leading the mafia that's after her." Kaivan leaned forward to hear Hans clearly. "Who is it?" "Luca Guzman. An old man from Sicily whose business you've thwarted several times." Kaivan muttered softly. "Oh my... That old man should be preparing himself for the inevitable. He's quite elderly. Why does he keep getting involved in trouble?" Hans chuckled, remembering the past clash between Kaivan and Luca. How the eldest son of the Maximilian family fearlessly confronted the Sicilian mafia's casino.

While Yara was the Angelic Belluci, whom people saw as the pure, cute, innocent and handworking billionaire Belluci that had a successful brand, I was the Lilith Belluci, the ruthless, always on edge woman who needed to get laid, had the most sour expression, heartless and who had taken over half of her father’s Mafia business, because of reasons best known to her father. We were like the two fishes in the yin and yang. Or at least that’s what I thought they whispered behind me. Plus Nicola had said the same thing on a few occasions...one occasion rather. It sure made me mad as hell anytime I heard that considering how much I disliked her and couldn’t stand her. And I couldn’t even remember

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.