Novel Mafia Novels & Stories

All I did was stare as the death dragged me away from my fiancé. Dear Readers, Welcome to a brand-new journey! ❤️ If you've read my previous novel, A Twenty Something, you might recognize a few familiar names and faces. This story takes place in the same fictional universe, but it is a complete standalone. You don't need to read any of my earlier books to enjoy Luna and Alessandro's story. For this novel, I've also introduced fictional cities and locations to better suit the world and the story I wanted to tell. This is a dark mafia romance featuring mature themes, violence, and morally grey characters. Please remember that the events and relationships in this book are entirely fictional and

"And I’d prefer it if you called me Nero." Nero. I scoffed and looked away from him. I knew that he was trying to get me to let my guard down. I wasn’t blind to the way he operated. Nero had been the black sheep of the Vecchio family which was a very powerful one. The Vecchio Mafia still existed today. But Nero had broke out from their hold and formed his own mafia within days. In a month he had become infamous for three massacres which took the lives of some of the best of the Vecchio mafia. Many had chosen to join him. A significant number had been threatened to.

Georgia wanted to burst out, but she tried to collect herself altogether before it could happen. “Well, yeah. That really is your one million question.” Jennifer took a bite first, while Georgia was observing her. “Have you heard about mafias?” she threw another question, instead of answering directly. Furrowed brows, Georgia replied as she began to touch her food, “Mafias? Aren’t those popular in fiction?” she asked as she prepared a bite of fried rice. The spoon was already half-way through her mouth, when she halted as realization struck her.

“I’ve never been with a man before… but I’m not against the possibility. You’d better behave, Tristan, or I might just make your entire body ache with regret.” He turned and walked away, leaving me alone, bound and exposed, in the eerie silence of the warehouse. It was then, in the echoing emptiness, that the full horror of my situation truly dawned on me. I was caught in the crossfire of a brutal mafia war. Abducted by Vlad, I was now nothing more than a bargaining chip, a tool for his twisted vengeance against Giovanni. And the night, it seemed, was far from over.

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.

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Larissa Maynard ~•~ “And please, can you put on some clothes? I can’t keep my eyes away and I probably can’t keep my hands to myself as well.” Caspian said casually like he didn’t just drop a bomb at me. “The mafia?” I exclaimed, ignoring his statement about clothes. It was hot and I had no intention of covering up. “You work for the mafia?” I’d read a lot about the mafia and I’d heard about it in passing. I didn’t know that it actually happened in New York. I thought it was just a rumor.

Instantly my attention was shifted to him, not only my attention, everyone's attention was turned to him. “What do you have to say?” I relaxed in my seat and removed my gun from my pocket, placing it on the table. “You, Javier Bezzio,” various gasps erupted from each side of the room immediately he called out my full name. In the Italian mafia law, what he did was forbidden and the punishment was a week in the dungeon. No matter how small that child may be, once he was proclaimed the lord of the house, no one has the right to call him by his name anymore.

Sometimes, I’d try to talk to him, offer a light comment or a gentle smile, but he’d only look at me with those cold piercing eyes of him and remind me of our arrangement. “Don’t get carried away, Joan. This is business, nothing more,” he’d say, and each time, it felt like a knife twisting in my chest. But tonight… tonight felt different. I’d been walking down the hall, just trying to clear my head, when I heard voices. My curiosity got the better of me. I slipped into the shadows near the doorway and saw Derrick, standing with his right hand men, Santi and Ace. I was too far away to make out everything, but phrases floated over to me, the words “mafia,” “Godfathers,” and “pressure.” My hear