Possessive Mafia Romance Books Novels & Stories

" I nearly jumped out of my skin, forgetting that the lady was seated beside me, and I turned to her with a tight smile. "Uh?" "How did you meet the dangerous leader of the Mancini Mafia group?"

“At least tell me your name.” “Bianca.” “I’m Roman Rutherford. Call me Roman.” He extended a hand. I shook it, noting the strength in his grip. “Nice to meet you.” He smiled, stepping closer. “You're being mean because you’re here with your husband?” “I’m not married. I just want to be alone,” I said, firm, cautious. “I know you’ve got a lot going on. I just want to understand,” he said softly. I hissed, brushing past him. “The worst mafia aren’t the arrogant ones, they’re the charming ones.”

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

“I have errands to run. I’m not locked up here.” He raised an eyebrow. “Errands? What errands does a mafia wife in Naples have that you can’t tell her husband about?” She took a slow breath. “My friend Chiara found a shop with rare medicinal herbs. You know I care more about those than jewels. I went to get what I needed.” Luca set down his glass. “Without asking me first.” “I asked when I said ‘I do.’ That cover it?” Her tone was light, but her heart raced. She’d tried this line before, testing the line between wife and prisoner.

She's gracious and kind, and even though she's cunning and witty, she shouldn't be part of the world where he is. The mafia world is not the world for her. Furrowing his brow, George finally found his voice, his tone heavy with concern. "Liam, I... I don't know what to say. Yes, I think... I think I am in love with her." He leaned back, feeling conflicted by the emotion inside him. He couldn't bear to see her be part of the world where he is, but he also doesn't want to be part of her. "But I'm worried, Liam. Worried that she'll get caught up in this... this dirty world that I'm a part of. I can't bear the thought of her being tainted by it all."

Sherly listened attentively as the reporter's voice filled the vehicle, detailing the recent events in the ongoing mafia conflict. "The latest reports indicate that the long-standing rivalry between the Vile Mafia and the Rui Lin Mafia has reached a violent climax," the reporter announced gravely. Sherly looked out of the window, as she already knew its content. "In a decisive battle earlier today, the Rui Lin Mafia emerged victorious, effectively dismantling the Vile Mafia's hold on the city."

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.”

her words tumbled over each other and she turned beet red after the chaotic performance. I bit back a smile. “I’m a Mafia lord” I admitted proudly. She gulped audibly as her pupils dilated. “I-it’s like organized crime, right?” she put it together. I nodded subtly. “D-do you k-kill people?” her question was barely above a whisper. A chuckle broke free from my lips. “Baby, that’s the best part of it” I confessed as laughter bubbled up my throat. Kayla was quick to look away, her breathing heavy with fear.

He is a TRILLIONAIRE! Not only that, but he is also a Mafia boss. However, surprisingly, his mafia doesn't engage in killing like other criminal organizations. Instead, he protects people, which has earned him many enemies, or so I've heard. To be honest, I don't know much about him, and I have never really bothered to find out. This is because of what happened between us five years ago, on my birthday. Jessica and I made a pact to get extremely drunk on our 20th birthday. It was on that day that I met Bryan for the first time. Despite being my brother's best friend, I had never crossed paths with him before, unlike Jessica, who had spent a lot of time with him while growing up. This was bef