Mafioso X Reader Forsaken Novels & Stories

Leaning towards him, he whispered, “Stay still, and don't let me blow off your skull.” Marco gulped down the heavy lump in his throat as Antonio's presence suffocated him. He stood still as Antonio’s gaze lingered on him. “Leave him.” Antonio instructed, his voice commanding. With a gesture, the men released him and left. The door closes with a soft thud, leaving Marco behind with his predator whose eyes feasted on his youthful body. Antonio continued circling him, his steps deliberate. He paused behind Marco and whispered, “I see. You're the son of Dr. Thomas Rossi. That bastard who deliberately killed my father!”

Mira's POV Three days have passed since the battle and the shocking revelation about my identity. My leg wound is healing thanks to Dr. Chen's treatment, but my mind is still reeling from the truth. I'm sitting in my cottage—the one Amos gave me—staring at the letter Marcus found. It's written in neat handwriting and dated eighteen years ago. *"Payment received for acquiring the Stone infant. The girl will be raised as omega status to ensure she never discovers her true heritage. Helena and James Ross have agreed to all terms. No contact with Silver Moon Pack. Complete secrecy guaranteed."*

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.

Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones. If you’re a fan of spicy romances with alpha males and basically anything Mafia-related, go for PRECARIOUS: THE GAME OF HEARTS, which is the first in the Castello Di Carte Mafia Chronicles. This would be my best work and I’m currently working on publishing this book digitally by the end of next year. Fingers crossed. I’m currently writing book 2 of the series and let me warn you, this series is super hot and suspenseful. Anyway, if you want to keep updated with my works, you can follow me on I*******M.

“Fuck, that’s the Mafia Siren from the 80s. What does this have to do with my Devyn?” Dimitri pinched the bridge of his nose, “Fuck sakes, Teague. LOOK at the picture and look at Devyn. Fucking Eden DEVYNNE, Don’t you get it? The Siren was Luca Bianchi’s mistress who disappeared 23 years ago. Luca fucking Bianchi, the Outfit Boss I killed, and the entire family I slaughtered. Devyn is Eden’s daughter and most likely Luca’s only blood left alive.” He says, and the pieces start falling into place for Kieran.

He glanced at the table where all my blackmail devices lay exposed, before turning his cold gaze back to me. “You think you can use all this… all this bullshit on me? You think your fucked ass can get you the Dunes entity?” He turned slightly, his eyes flicking briefly toward the guards by the couch. “Light my cigar, Roman.” The taller one moved at once, offering a lit cigar. Blake took it without a word, bringing it to his lips and drawing in a slow, controlled drag, his gaze never leaving mine. “Lucien, talking about wasting her… mmmm… her pussy smells good, and… it tastes good too… I think there's something about her worth keeping for now.”

he said coldly before walking away. I stared at his back as he walked away from me before sniffling into the handkerchief and it had his scent on it. It was calming but it couldn't take away the hurt in my heart. I trudged home, tears streaming down my face. As a Forsaken, I was no stranger to heartache. Our kind was abandoned by the Moon goddess, left to suffer in silence and be mistreated. We forsaken were the least in the pack and often referred to as low grade. Forsakens were a breed of omegas that didn't go through heat, but I was probably the only exception, except that I had kept it a secret.

“What the hell do you think you are going to do, Dimitri? You can't do that. Not right here and not in our presence. The moment you pull that trigger on Elias, then you would lose your title.” I did not even look at them or spare them a glance as I just kept on looking in the direction where the alliance was. Then I don't know, but subconsciously, I looked towards the direction of my father, Valor, as he just stood there, dumbfounded. “If the four bosses are here and that's the fifth one wearing a mask, none of them is Dimitri. And if it is true that Dimitri is actually part of the five mafia bosses, then that definitely is Dimitri standing over there.” Valor thought in his mind as the next

I could still feel the heat of his skin when he’d grabbed me and how scared he’d looked when he realized he’d cut me. It was so easy to forget who he was when he smiled, when he touched me like I mattered. But last night was a sharp reminder. Azrael wasn’t a regular man. He was a Mafia lord. Torture wasn’t a glitch in his character, it was part of the job description. What had I been expecting? That he’d handle traitors with polite letters and forgiveness? I laughed quietly, bitter and hollow. Maybe I was the one being naive. By afternoon, I couldn’t take it anymore. I left my room and went looking for him.

“So that’s how it is. I apologize miss Akari. I did not tell you anything about his transfer here before hand. I truly apologize for that but I will let you on a little secret, please try your best to hide this from everyone else but that kid is Ven Angelo and Gwen Kray’s successor.” Percy knew that she would have this kind of reaction and so he brings her back to reality. “I know. This is going to be hard to process but that is what his identity is. The reason he was staring at you because he might be trying to compare his master’s lessons and your lessons.” He added and then looks at her stunned face. “Impossible- so that’s why his ability is quite threatening as well.” Percy almost jolt