Mafias Bad Love Novels & Stories

" Easy Scarlett. The only thing I know they're planning right now is your death and that of your father's. But the truth remains, your father really hurt a lot of people including we who work for him. I'm also a victim of his cruelty..." Jones softened a bit. Tension filled in him that I could see it. He looked like he was going to cry but he kept the tears back; " He killed my first love, her name was Cennet and she was part of us too. You know how things work in a mafia organization and according to the Night Shader's constitution ' we aren't meant to do love'. Apparently, your filthy father had caught us together and said he'd kill one of us for disobeying. Cennet took the hit...she didn'

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.

Oh, how wrong she was, how wrong she was to believe that Mafia men could have a heart full of love. How wrong she was to believe that a mafia man could think with a rational mind. A mafia man would always keep anger over love. Stephanie fell like a fool to think that Boris would understand her emotions. Swallowing her emotions she got up and placed her palms on the table in front of her before fixing Boris with an angry protective gaze.

I didn’t know why, and frankly, I wasn’t ready to dwell so much on it. Still, I had to constantly remind myself not to get swept away by it. This man wasn’t someone I could afford to feel anything for. This wasn’t some fairytale where the villain turns good and the agent falls in love. No. I wasn’t the type to fall easily, and certainly not for someone like him. I wasn’t one of those girls who swooned at dangerous charm and brooding stares. Besides, love and the mafia? That seems to equate to oil and water. They don’t mix.

Not relief — something more complicated than relief. "That's the part that makes it hard," I said. "If he were simply terrible it would be easier. If this were simply captivity — if there were no library, no midnight conversations, no—" I stopped. "It would be easier to hate it cleanly." "Yes," Mara said. "It would." "Instead it's—" I searched for the word. "Human," she said. I looked at her. "It's human," she repeated. "Complicated and contradictory and impossible to file into a clean category. That's not a weakness in you, Lena. That's just what it is."

she began, “one of the first things they drilled into his head was that love is a weakness.” “What?” I asked confused. She nodded. “It’s true. In the mafia world, emotions—especially love—are seen as liabilities. They believe that if you care too much about someone, it can be used against you. Matteo has spent his whole life being taught that love makes you vulnerable, that it brings trouble.” I shook my head, feeling a mixture of disbelief and frustration. “But I’m not just someone. I’m his wife.”

But I didn’t have time to waste—I needed to be inside her. I laid on top of her, her hands trailing down my back. She looked at my tattoos. She was wet enough for me to enter her, and when I did, she gasped. With every thrust, I leaned further into her. Her body trembled under every touch. I desired her. Or worse—I loved her. That’s why I had left her in the past. Because love is a weakness in the mafia. And the moment I realized that, I knew—I’d do anything for her.

He hasn’t opened his mouth to say a word since what happened earlier, and despite the family members talking, I barely heard anything of what they said. I sat on the couch in the living room, laying my head on the armrest before I felt the chair dip beside me “Eliana, what you’re doing to yourself isn’t going to help you” Kiara’s voice was gentle as she spoke, and placing her hand on my knee, she squeezed it gently. Anastasia sat on the coffee table in front of me, both women knowing how it felt being married to mafia Pakhans, I couldn’t expect anyone to understand what I went through if they didn’t.

he glanced at her with a gaze full of desire. "I don't want to force you into anything you don't want. Because I truly love you. If I had the choice to leave this organisation, I would so that I can be with you. But that is impossible. Once you are in the Mafia, the only way out is death." He told her truthfully. "I don't want you to be in this unless you really want to." Smiling softly, she looked away. "I was right," she chuckled, making him frown.

"Is your affiliation with the mafia. Your KNOWN affiliation with the mafia." I winced. "There's not a lot I can do about that." "I know. I'm just telling you it will be a problem," Ms. Loveless responded. "How bad is it?" Becca finally asked the same question that was percolating in the back of my mind. Ms. Loveless pursed her lips. "Bad." Becca's breath came out in a sharp hiss. I scooped Alessandro up in my arms, even though he squirmed in protest. "I… don't suppose you can recommend we go back to Italy and forget this whole thing…"