Mobster Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I try to get up from the table, but the mobster stops me. “I need you in this business, love—espabilo—, Erick, I need you to arm some bombs for Gian Lucas's whorehouse; love, you will be my bait, I need you to seduce the new boss in charge of the place. Italian asshole stole my merchandise and I want it back.” He wants to bring down the night club with them inside. Damn son of a bitch! ********

Hi! I'm excited to share my new M/M romance novel with you. Please take a look! ❤️ Title: Steaming the Rose Genre: MM Mafia romance Forced Proximity Childhood sweetheart BLURB "I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?" "Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilay smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to.

"Mine is supernatural and mystery." "Am guessing you must like romance novels.... I mean all girls does...... " I shut the book am reading with a loud thud, cutting him shut. raising my head to give him a glare, I growl out in frustration. "I don't like romance novels, they are so cheeky and so unreal, I prefer supernaturals, especially were wolves. Satisfied." "Umh.... Almost." He smiles sheepishly. I rub on the tip on my nose with my fingers, massaging it softly.

If you're all about safe, good-guy heroes in your romances, this might not be your cup of tea. Each of these Mafia Men carries their own set of scars, desires, and strengths, seeking partners who accept them as they are, without expecting them to change. They're looking for compatibility, not someone who wants to mold them into something they're not. Consider this your final heads-up: Marco Costello is not your typical romantic lead. »»————————«« Trigger Warning: The following book contains imagery that may be distressing to some readers, including violence, gore, sexual content, and crude language. Reader discretion is advised.

Tony was about to take the order but Taya was faster and served a bottle of corona along with the glass in a matter of seconds. "Thank you." She said lowly, as she looked up at the man and their gazes collided. Taya heart skipped a bit as her breath was stuck in her lungs. "You are welcome." The man stared back at Taya before he added, "Danger's everywhere." Taking out a pack of cigars and lighter, putting them on the counter. "Yes." Taya was like hypnotized by the man's utterance. "Never rely on anyone. You should have defended yourself. Not even your co worker would survive a fight against a useless cockroach." He took a swig right from the bottle.

Shit, she must have seen something, I told her to come straight to her room, why does she have to be so god damn stubborn. “I know who you are, who you really are…I know Roman is the son of the second biggest mafia boss of New York.” Her voice was shaky and barely a whisper, her body trembling like I was a monster about to destroy her. I mean I can be a monster and I have every intention of destroying her but only in a way she will appreciate. “Do I scare you baby?”

I was in too deep, and the mafia’s grip on my life tightened with each passing day. My obsession with Salma could cost us both everything. Yet, the pull of her was too strong to resist. As our lips moved together, I felt the heat rise between us, the undeniable chemistry sparking a fire that threatened to consume us both. My hands roamed over her curves, memorizing every inch of her body as if she were a lifeline, a tether to a world I desperately wanted to be a part of.

“You’re almost there. Then I’ll give you what you want. Can you already feel me inside? I can. I’ll try to be gentle, but I can’t guarantee anything once I fight the tight clasp of your asshole around my cock. You make me fucking crazy.” I jolt in surprise at his admission. He’s always been either completely indifferent around me or using my body to get his own pleasure. The idea that someone like me could drive this man, this monster, to distraction leaves me full of pride. This must be how Stockholm syndrome starts. But it can’t be; I’m not unreasonably convinced he’s a good, perfect man. Nicolo is nothing more than a monster. I guess I’m just the type of girl who needs a monster to make h

Those horrific, disgusting bastards needed to pay for what they’d done. “All of the people affected were young…” Phillip began, with a timid expression on his face, “…and they had their whole lives ahead of them. All of these murders were done in the same city, and drugs are connected to each of these murders.” He broke off his sentence, shaking his fists angrily. “The very city in which the Russian Mafia own their corrupt enterprise, Indigo Limited. The very city where they conduct their operations!” “Boss, I understand,” I mumbled.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.