Midnight Lover Mafia Lord Novels & Stories

“Rafe… are you in danger? Am I in danger?” The question caught Rafe off guard. “I’m trained for danger and I’ll protect you.” “That’s not what I asked. Are you in danger?” Derek’s voice trembled with worry. Rafe stared. “You shouldn’t concern yourself with me,” he said carefully. “Too late,” Derek whispered. He leaned back, exhaling slowly. “Please… tell me.” Rafe blinked. “Yes…” “I mean now.” Rafe frowned as he began. “Lord Lorenzo is a ruthless Mafia lord. He controls a lot of the underworld’s deals…” He paused, letting Derek absorb the words.

Moonlight Entertainment is a string of nightclubs that are used for black market sales for the mafia of NYC. To the supernatural world, he is Alpha Antonio: pack alpha of the Bloodmoon pack in North Carolina. To me? He's an asshole. "What took them so long?" He asks in a rough voice while patting my shoulder and pulling me along with him. I internally roll my eyes as we make our way out of the airport to meet the driver who opens the door to his limo. "You know how the mundies are, Dad, you can't expect them to be perfect." I groan with a bit of my annoyance slipping out while we climb in the dark cab.

I need to leave. I clenched my hands tightly, turning my knuckles white. What have I done? Just about everything hit me hard. I am the only heir of the Mafia lord who is my father. My potential spouse, Nicolas, is a Mafia boss. Cia, whom I consider being my closest friend, is a Mafia princess. Daisy, who I viewed as a mother figure, belongs to the Mafia. I am surrounded by them!

Ella grabbed the menus and looked over the cuisines the restaurant had to offer. “Madame, Sir may I take your order please?” The waitress assigned to the table said, humbly in a professional tone drawing the attention of Ella and Keenan. Keenan’s eyes roamed the waitress from top to bottom liking what he was seeing, He cleared his throat and looked at the menu again. “I’ll have the Manti : Mini Ravioli and Red wine” He said flipping the menu down. The waitress quietly wrote the meal down and she turned to Ella. “You miss? Anything you’d like to order?” She asked holding her pen on the page not yet to write down the order.

he said, starting to kiss my neck. My whole body heated up, Selena growled and panted. “Please, yes,” I said. I wondered where we were, how we got here. I heard voices through the bedroom door. Surely this wasn’t his place, it wasn’t befitting a mafia guy, I thought. It was okay enough but very basic, very suburbs. Hell, what did I know about them anyway? He swept my hair behind my head and cradled my face and neck. “I love you Emilia. I vow to cherish you, and protect you and our family with my life forever,” he said, licking over my marking spot.

I admitted, pulling her phone out and placing it in the centre of the table. “I was once told that men like you always have a reason for doing these... torturing people. So, help me understand. What did he do to make you hurt him so brutally?” I regarded her while she waited for an answer, her eyes wandering around the cafe but not meeting mine for a single second. Maybe the thought of Leona had driven me toward her, but Abigail was nothing like that traitor. “That man was of the Bratva. They are—” “Russian Mafia.” She gave a half-shrug. “I know. They’re very notorious, from what I’ve read.”

They have every reason to keep showing up in my space, begging to be wiped out of existence. A bunch of effing apes. They’re just so goddamn annoying, doing everything possible to get my attention. Chad flinches at my sudden outburst and turns to me. "The Lord of the Night? Isn’t that supposed to be a powerful mafia group that controls half of New York?" "Mafia, yes, but I’ll have to disagree on the rest," I grumble under my breath, sparing him a glance. "And you’re not allowed to say their name," I add, feeling more irritated by the minute.

“Why do you think it wasn’t Marcelo or his men?” Georgina paused for a moment, organizing her thoughts. She then considered her words carefully before asking again,“Do you know if anyone is usually outside the mansion past midnight?” Greta nodded slowly, considering the question. “There are only two guards who stay outside the mansion during the night. They’re the ones responsible for the night shift.” Georgina’s face lit up with a realization, and she couldn’t help but give Greta a small, conspiratorial smile. “I think I know who might have stolen Marcelo’s products.”

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

She groaned and tugged at the strands of hair on her head. Alexander Moretti was forbidden fruit, he’d always been. In the past he was her older brother’s best friend, her father’s best friend’s son and a Mafia successor, but now he was the Don and he had a girlfriend.