Markas Mafia Novels & Stories

"No one will ever be able to murder me; they would never dare." Galante, Carmine. I'm quite aware that I'm not a good man. People were terrified and respected when they heard my name, "Lord" Rolly Exruto Guevara. All in the sake of power, I committed dreadful, brutal, heartless, remorseless, violent things. I was the Capo of The Family, an American Italian crime gang. It's the mafia. Many females want to be at the bottom of my ruthless Mafia, but a man must look for his wife, not a woman who looks for her husband. I want to marry a lady or perhaps have children with a woman. It's what the males in my environment did to get more power and become more powerful. The fruits of my power shall inherit the power. That was my first encounter with Lara Sylvio, Clover's lovely and voluptuous secretary. She is going to be mine. I have her. l id never had such strong feelings for anybody or anything as I had for Lara. Her skin and lips made me feel as though there was something missing in this world, and she filled it in. I wanted Lara to the bone, and I'd make her mine for the rest of my life, not just for one night. A mafia is always a Mafia.

“Don’t make me repeat myself twice, part those legs for me, Bunny.” His deep voice which always sends my brain reeling due to how silky it sounds, washed over me slowly as he murmured quietly against my throat. I tried to point out to him that there was no way I’d be able to do as told with his legs still pinning mine down, but the words died down in my throat when he sucked the skin over my beating pulse into his mouth. “Go on. You want to be good for me, don’t you?” “I— I do.” I choked out, letting out a breathy whimper when he wrapped his free hand around my throat and squeezed on it a little. ——— Forced to marry the ruthless mafia lord, whom everyone was afraid of at the age of eighteen, Sofia had no other choice but to follow her father’s wishes like a dutiful daughter was supposed to. While Luca Ricci only took a wife, because he wasn’t getting any younger at the age of thirty-three. She was the angel to his demons, the light to his darkness, the innocence to his sins… He wanted to protect her, since the moment he locked eyes with hers on their wedding day and saw the amount of fright brewing in it. He wanted to make her good for him, to mark her as his; with his handprints on her ass and his cum dripping off her face. To own her completely, to wrap his hand around her throat and do so many sinful things to her body. But he was the mafia lord, and danger just seems to be lurking around him, wherever he goes, and in whatever he does. He must protect his wife at all costs.

David Bianchi - King of the underworld. Cold, calculating, cruel. A man equally efficient with closing business deals with his gun, as he was his favorite pen—a living nightmare to subordinates and enemies alike. However, even a formidable man like himself wasn't without secrets. The difference? His was packaged in the form of a tall, dazzling, mysterious beauty who never occupied the same space as the mafia king.

“I am not your sub, and I never will be!” Lyla sobbed as she said these words. All she needed was just a little—just a small bit of honesty from Carlo. Carlo, the illegitimate son of a powerful mafia family, never learned how to love. He thought that control and dominance were the same as love. He always disappeared at the critical moments, leaving Lyla to deal with the painful aftermath. Scandals, murders, imprisonment—these events almost dragged Lyla into hell. Yet Carlo always played the role of a god, the one who pulled her back from the edge of the abyss just as she was about to fall. But in the end, Lyla could no longer endure the lies. Pregnant and heartbroken, she chose to run away, while Carlo, driven mad, searched for her across the world…

Marco’s presence was overwhelming, his body heat making it hard to breathe. His dark eyes locked onto mine, making my heart race. “Why do you fight me, Sarah?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. I tried to step back, but the counter trapped me. “I won’t be your plaything, Marco.” He smiled, a dangerous, seductive curve of his lips. “Is that so?” He pulled me close, his hand burning through my dress. His lips brushed my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “I think you like this more than you admit.” I wanted to resist, but when his mouth claimed mine, I melted into the kiss, my body betraying me. Every touch ignited a fire I couldn’t control. When he pulled back, his eyes were full of desire. “You can’t deny what’s between us, Sarah” Sarah’s simple life turns dark when she catches the eye of dangerous mob boss, Marco De Luca. To settle her father’s debt, Marco forces her into an arranged relationship. Sarah fights to resist his control, but their fiery clashes spark undeniable passion.

Cattleya Sullivan, a billionaire heiress, has everything money can buy but craves what it can't—Revenge. Her plan is to seduce the devilish mafia lord, and her prize is to break his heart! But not until one passionate, sinful night unfolds between her and Jaxon Moretti, whose very name sends shivers down the city's spine. But as the reality of her dangerous game dawns on her, she realizes that the price of playing with fire may be more than she's willing to pay—It may be her very life. "YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM ME, CATTLEYA SULLIVAN!" Jaxon Moretti growled.

~There are certain expectations when a principessa is born to the Italian Famiglia~ Valentina Gia Salvatore, Wife to Julio Salvatore, matron of the Salvatore Family. It's been two years since I was tied in the vows of holy matrimony with my husband, I vowed to be loyal to him, as my husband, and my capo, I have. What I didn't promise was to love him and now I do. With blood, sweat, and tears. I am a mother, a sister, and the wife of the Capo Dei Capi of the Italian family. I have everything I could ever want; I thought things would settle down and I would finally stop learning, but I was wrong. Note: This is part of a series and is to be read in order. if you are here after reading MAFIA RULES, welcome and enjoy the ride!

"How about you get yourself involve with that?" He asked, pointing towards the big truck coming from a distance. She widened her eyes in horror. She couldn't believe what she just heard or, maybe she misunderstood him?- She thought. "W... Wh... What did you just say?" She asked again in a shaking voice. Tears welled up in her eyes. "What I'm trying to say is, get yourself hit by that fucking truck! Get into a coma for so many months without waking up! Whatever you choose to do after getting hit by that truck, do the fucking damn thing and don't ever appear before me again!" He bursted angrily. "Yo... You want me to die just because you don't want me as your wife?" Tears begin to flow down her cheeks. She felt betrayed. She thought, he liked her considering how he has been treating her for the past few months of being together. She thought, everything was genuine between them not until, she overheard his discussion with his friends on their- WEDDING DAY!! "He was only using her for his own benefit." Those were the words she heard him say. She was devastated, she couldn't believe she was used by the man she is deeply in love with for almost a year. Despite claiming her as his in their fake marriage, yet, she wasn't given the love, respect and care she craves from her husband. Kenneth later realizes his mistakes but it seems to be too late for him. Only one thing in Alice's mind; SHE CAN'T TRUST HIM! ********** After being trained to become a female Mafia, Alice Anderson was suddenly considered to be an ideal wife to her boss's son, Kenneth Domanco? A dangerous Mafia leader whose eyes glint with wickedness, the air around him reeks of danger.

To save her father's life or watch him die? She was given two choices which she must choose from. To save her father's life, she would have to be a pet to the Mafia boss. Having no other choice, Loretta agreed to sacrifice her future for months to be with the man who is known as the devil in human form. Her decision welded up bringing a new journey to her life. A journey of unpleasantries, a journey of sorrow, and wanting to live. Amid her chaos, would flowers bloom again? Would the hate for the Mafia boss finally change into love even though it is forbidden? So many choices to make.

He slid a paper across the table, his eyes cold. " Sign it." She blinked, confused. "Why?" "It’s our marriage certificate." He spoke as if discussing the weather. "I’ve already signed it. Your turn." Siya froze. **Marriage?** To a man like him? Her? A whore. Pregnant. She looked up at him, pleading. "I-I can be your maid. Do anything. Just… don’t hurt my baby." Her voice trembled, careful, trying to bargain with the devil himself. But Abhimanyu’s gaze was relentless, unmoved. His tone cut like ice. "I want you to sign it right now." Her heart hammered in her chest. "But… how… why me?" She stuttered, breaking. "I don’t want to marry you." She stood, defiance shaking her body. The word **marriage** tasted like ash, reminding her of someone she loathed beyond reason. Abhimanyu leaned in, his smile devoid of warmth. "You **will** marry me. Or…" The room fell silent, thick with the unspoken threat. **The world knows** what he is capable of. "Plea.se," she whispered. Her voice was barely a breath. Siya’s legs screamed to run. But there was nowhere to go. His voice low, lethal. "Listen to me, TweetyBird. If I can save you, I can ruin you too.' His eyes darkened. "Sign it. And you’ll be mine." "Why me?" Her voice broke. ************ Siya laid on the bed on her fours, her hands tied together with a handcuff as Abhimanyu thrusted slowly from her back. He changed their position making her completely under his mercy. As the sun rose in the sky, he uncuffed her. "Scream my name!" He groaned going faster than before. But his pace didn’t slacken at all. He had turned into a needy beast, who was ruining every ounce of sanity left in Siya. *********** ***********