Possessive Mafia Romance Books Novels & Stories

Rest I can guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books; if interested, do give a look over them: Can't help falling in love (Book 1)-Completed Purchased by the Mafia (Book 2)-Completed Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3)-Completed My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4)-Completed ***** Her Unloved Mate (Book 1)- Completed My Bride is not a human (Book 2)-Completed Her Chosen Mate (Book 3)- Completed Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Book 4): Completed

“Well, that motherfucker deserves to die. After sexually harassing and sexually abusing many people, telling him to commit suicide isn’t enough as atonement for his sins.” Leon shook his head. No matter what he says, Hunter will always have a reason. “By the way, any news about the Delgados?” Hunter asked. “They’ve partnered with Director Evangelista of Fast Freight. They seem to be widening their business reach, as we’ve heard. It also seems they are still gathering some intel about our group and us and telling everyone they will dethrone us in the mafia world.” “I originally wouldn’t give a shit about how they wanted to run their businesses and their group as long as they wouldn’t interfer

I held on to the collars of his shirt, yanking him closer as we kissed each other passionately. "Before I get to brand you as belonging to the mafia, I'll have to brand you as mine"he sensually said, a devilish glint in his eyes once he pulled out from the kiss. Leonardo didn't waste no time. In an instant, I felt his wet lips on my neck, hungrily sucking on it. A soft moan escaped my lips as Leonardo's expert tongue swept across my neck. His lips skimmed the edges of my collar bone, greedily placing soft bites all the way to my throat.

he continued as he leaned into my touch. My hand stopped combing through his hair as I tensed. “And the one in my father’s Mafia is Omega6.” He sighed, “Yes.” “Who?” I queried. My hand clenched into a fist. I’m not sure why it seems like a betrayal. Mafia is a family, and you do not betray family. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you that, kitten. I am sorry,” he said. I could feel his grasp tightening on my hip, as if he was afraid I’d leave.

The title was etched in gold: LEGACY OF THE CROSS. I pulled it out from the shelf and went over to a chair to sit. I opened the book. The lettering was in Old English. As I read through, I understood it was about legends of blood and power, the Mafia dynasties—the Black Cross. And then, I saw that name. Mother Cross. I froze, my finger pressed on it as Selene’s voice echoed in my memory: If you ever want to find Vince, look for Mother Cross. I read on. The book described her as the first and last female Capo—a woman from the feared Romero bloodline...

I slammed the door in his face as I left the car, knowing that I didn't want his venomous words to poison my mood. At Starbucks, I took my time before I entered, praying that it was no-one else but Mia. For the umpteenth time as I left the Giovanni estate, I hoped that she came alone, that she hadn't been followed. She was alone. She sat in a corner, the same sunshades she had worn that morning concealing her eyes, and the scarf completely writing off the fact that she was the old woman who controlled and supervised activities in the kitchen of one of the most notorious Mafia lords in Cleveland.

Or will loving Damian Vercetti cost her the last piece of herself she has left? *************** AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey, reader. Let’s get one thing straight this is not your sweet, safe mafia romance. This story is dark. Twisted. Obsessive. There are moments that will make you pause, ache, maybe even rage. Damian Vercetti is not your redemption arc. He’s power without apology. Possession without permission. And Isabella? She’s not the damsel she’s the storm trying to survive the fire. If you’re here for roses and candlelight, this isn’t your book.

I raised an eyebrow and he grabbed my face in his hands staring into my eyes. ” I will NEVER allow anything to happen to you or our children ever again. I will kill anyone who comes near you with my bare hands. I have never stopped loving you, Katarina. You are my most treasured possession.” He tells me as he kisses me deeply and then looks at me. “ I am still the Mafia King and you will always be my Donna.” I’m his most treasured possession. That’s what he said. I felt tears falling now. He loves me, he never stopped loving me.

she frowned, getting into position to finally run her fingers through his hair. "Because I'm rough. Didn't I tell you I was trying? Well, my effort is over." She laughed and went to capture his lips, adoring the unique shape of his mouth between her plump, red lips. "Would you get used to a life protected by my mafia?" he asked within the kiss, not moving his mouth away and looking at her seriously in the eyes. "And you to your effort?" she replied, looking into those deep almond-shaped eyes that enchanted her so much.

"Then why is your pulse racing? Why are your nipples hard against your shirt? Why can I smell how wet you are right now?" I gasped, scandalized yet turned on beyond belief. "You're disgusting." "Maybe," he agreed, pulling back to look me in the eye. "But I'm also right. Your body knows who it belongs to, even if you're too stubborn to admit it." Part of me knew I was playing with fire. Dante wasn't just any man – he was the heir to a mafia empire, the leader of a motorcycle club, and apparently, intensely possessive of things he considered his.