Mafia X Reader Novels & Stories

I wished I could disappear from the face of the earth right now. Xavier was definitely angry at me, but it wasn’t like I could do a thing about it back then and refused to. He’s definitely angry because he wouldn’t be the first person to touch my body, typical mafia lord. My mouth twisted in disgusts and I curled up on myself some more, hating life and everything that comes with it. I could remember when I had told my mum about it. She hadn’t believed me and had instantly dismissed me, which had stung real bad back then.

He pulled the trigger. The body collapsed at his feet. Elena had seen violence before. But this… this wasn’t violence. It was dominance. Power. Absolute, merciless mafia rule. Adrien finally turned his head toward her. “Elena.” Just her name. But it held everything — command, relief, anger, possession. She didn’t move. He walked toward her slowly, steps crunching over broken glass and bodies. His hand reached out, gripping her wrist firmly. “Are you hurt?” His voice was still cold, but something flickered beneath it.

Content warning ⚠️‼️: This book is a dark mafia romance containing explicit sexual content, graphic violence (including murder and assault), kidnapping, intense power exchange, spanking/discipline, rough sex, and strong language. It features an enemies-to-lovers arc with eventual mutual consent. Intended for mature readers 18+ only who enjoy very dark, possessive alpha heroes and high-stakes romance. Please read responsibly. Chapter 1 Lila Moreau had always known her father played with fire.

"Make the preparations. Double the guards at the mill. Dante wants a war? He'll get a funeral." ********* Miles away, Dante Moretti lounged in his study, the room a sanctuary of dark leather and gleaming weapons racks. The adrenaline from the warehouse raid still thrummed in his veins, his knuckles raw from the fight, coat singed from the flames. Liam stood nearby, coordinating with the crew via radio, his face etched with the weariness of endless operations. The phone buzzed on the desk, an anonymous number, but Dante knew. He snatched it up, opening the message: a photo of Alessia, her wrists raw from ropes, face pale but unbroken, with GPS coordinates pinned to an old mill on the city's f

Open his hands," Rafael ordered his men. They quickly obeyed, revealing the man's bruised and bloodied fingers. The man let out a pained groan as his hands were forced open, revealing the extent of the damage done to them. Rafael's eyes narrowed as he inspected the injuries, his expression hardening with each passing second. "You will pay for what you have done," he growled, his voice dripping with venom. The man's eyes widened in fear as he realized the severity of his situation. Rafael was not a man to be trifled with, especially when it came to protecting his loved ones. With a flick of his wrist, Rafael signaled for his men to bring shotguns, a chilling reminder of the consequences of cr

he said. Jax Phoenix Martinez. The renowned, brutal and deadly American Mafia Boss. Cops shiver and shake when he enters the streets and criminals only have the utmost respect for him. The most lunatic and mad man you will ever meet. He tortures his enemies for days on end letting them beg for mercy all they can. Cold-blooded and heartless. 'So, what if it is his turf?' I questioned. 'It's dangerous to be on his turf with no protection.' Reese replied.

‘This book is about the Italian Mafia, which is based mainly on the Italian mainland and Sicily. As such, when the main characters talk to each other sometimes it is in Italian, if you do not understand Italian I have translated the words into English in the brackets. The Italian speech is to make the storyline more authentic and I believe it enhances it. It will not distract from your enjoyment of the plot or the characters. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you

He always does what he wants. We were in our room. Luckily, he didn't scold me nor Thomas. Although I was sad. I was continuously looking at him. I was smiling to see him in front of me. He was working on his laptop. I had to convince him not to take me with him nor he should go. I had heard, mostly the Mafia stayed there. Once I went there, there would be no chance of me coming back in my life. I didn't dream such a pathetic and horrible life for me. He never raised his hand, but I couldn't trust him as he broke my hand once and the second time he wrapped his hand around my neck. After all he is the Mafia himself. I glanced at him. His eyes were fixed in his laptop and files.

off her. After that he remembered how he stalks her every day. It was quite odd for him, for a Mafia boss to do such thing, but he couldn't help it.He remembered how frightened she was when she realized she was being kidnapped. How her eyes widened when he'll get too close to her. Or how her form started trembling when he'll touch her.Each and every memory he shared with her either sweet or bitter crossed his mind and a tear fell down from his eye when he remembered his words which he said to her while assaulting her.*OH! FUCK CHLOE! I LOVE YOU.* He had said.A sad smile formed on his lips by realizing how sardonic his situation is. He confessed his purest feelings to her while defiling her.

she asked again, this time louder, “You kill people and I’m the one to calm down?” “I’ll explain this to you, you deserve to know” Xavier said, still managing to look calm, cool and collected. Amelia took a seat, her mind was a jumbled mess, she shouldn’t be listening, she should be running away, but to where- as it was, he got her all covered and he wasn’t willing to let her go, but she had a plan. “So what are you guys, some gang members?” “Something like that” Shawn admitted “But way bigger, have you ever heard of Mafias?” Xavier asked.