My Protective Mafia Lover Novels & Stories

I dropped the file onto the coffee table in front of her and crossed my arms. “What’s this?” she demanded. “See for yourself.” She hesitated, her gaze flickering between me and the file before cautiously picking it up. As she flipped through the pages, her expression shifted from confusion to shock, and finally, to a simmering rage. “Your father,” I began, my voice low, “was in the Mafia, just like me. But he wasn’t like the rest of us. He wasn’t dangerous. He only joined to protect his business. At first, he aligned with a rival group, but when they tried to sabotage him, he came to me. I offered him protection in exchange for his loyalty, and he swore allegiance to my organization.”

Now, Thomas is back to set things right. But things are a bit different now. He has his eyes on River, the silver haired girl he had saved few weeks ago. On his way to settle the scores with Hayden. The one Hayden seemed to be so possessive about. He was now curious about her. What could she have done to captivate Hayden's interest? Though there was one thing only dear ones were aware of. Both of the mafia bosses are close friends. Though their friendship has been strained over time. "I come in peace." Thomas said, lifting his hand in surrender with a small smile on his lips. Hayden narrowed his eyes at him, as though scanning him for any lies. But apparently he found none.

I followed the car carefully and patiently, making sure to keep a bit of a distance to avoid being noticed. Today was the final day the boss had given me to get the girl. I didn’t know what he wanted and I honestly didn’t care. This was a job to me, nothing more. The Don’s orders were to kidnap her and keep her locked up in one of the Mafia safe houses till he gave me further instructions. I pulled my car over a short distance away when I saw that they had stopped. I watched from across the club parking lot as the bodyguard stepped out and opened her door for her, she stepped out after a while.

"So this is the famous Moretti business acumen? I thought it would be more sophisticated. Let's call it what it is: smuggling and bribery." She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a malicious whisper. "See, Isabella, that's you in a nutshell. On the surface, the perfect mafia princess. Underneath? Just a bag of dirty tricks. Damien loves *me*. I'm the real thing. Pure." My hands, resting on my lap, clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms. But when I looked up, my eyes were calm. "In our world, you're either the one making the rules or the one getting broken. Survival is knowing which one you are."

“Why do you always feel uneasy when I’m in danger? Why do you drop everything to protect me? You say you don’t love me… but your actions, your eyes, they always tell a different story.” Damian froze, staring into her eyes. “Why, Damian?” she pressed softly. “Why do you care so much if it isn’t love?” Suddenly, he stood up, pacing toward the window. “You’re my wife,” he said coldly. “It’s my responsibility to take care of you. There’s no room for love in the mafia world, Aria. You know that.” Aria rose to her feet, her heart thudding. “You’re lying.” He turned to her, startled.

I was trapped, and yet there was something intoxicating about being this close to him. Then Elijah turned his piercing gaze on me. My knees weakened under the intensity of his eyes. He took my hand and whispered, his voice low and almost velvet in its danger, “My dear Liam, from the first day I saw your mesmerizing eyes, I knew you were the one for me. I was captivated. Today, you are not going to run away. Don’t even think about escaping because it won’t work. I have risked everything for you. Our mafia does not support gender-to-gender marriage. Any violation, and one of us would die. I defied the rules for you. Now you will give me everything—your body, your soul, everything—and accept th

King and continued looking at him in his eyes " My girlfriend too whom I love the most." Mr. King raised his eyebrows looking at Ashton. Ashton laughed and said putting his hand on Mr. King shoulder " Dad now don't say that line of yours……… What it was?? " he was thinking and then looked at Ethan and asked " What it was?? " Ethan looked down and said while scratching the back of his neck " Mafia don't have girlfriends. They don't made for dating ". Mr. King walked towards Ethan and put his hand on Ethan shoulder and said " Ashton he also have a girlfriend. Right?? "

Am I going to embrace what is my destiny, or will I remain the person that I know I am the best at…Colton Cruz. Do I really want to be a Mafia Boss that hides behind a bodyguard, that only draws his gun when he is pushed in a corner? Do I truly want to be another version of a Vic Stone? So as I am left here in this godforsaken warehouse to wait for a cleaning crew to come to clean up my mess, I have the world in grasp of my hand. But does it truly have to mean that I cannot sit around the same table as the Mafia Queen? …Trinity POV…

I say. "No, I am not going to marry you! You need to prove your love to me first," Mia says. "Mia, it will be easier if we are in one house. I want to protect you and the children, or else I would not ask you to marry me. I have many enemies and just made two very desperate enemies. Don Parisi always wanted me to marry his daughter, and Bria would stop at nothing to hurt or get me back. I beg you to allow me to protect you and my children. If you do not want to marry me, move in with me. We can stay here in New York as I can run the Mafia from any city," I say.

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.