Possessive Mafia Romance Books Novels & Stories

"Well, that man, the one who kidnapped me, has a personal vendetta against my boyfriend, and both of them are part of the mafia. However, that man, too bad for him, got caught and will face my aids' wrath." Her brothers exchanged worried glances, their concern evident in their expressions. Even so, with these words, they know that Sherly's aids are not that easy to please. "Do you have any idea who might have targeted you because of this relationship?" Kyle asked, his tone cautious. Sherly nodded, her jaw set with determination. "Yes," she replied firmly. "It was Ace. He's a rival of my boyfriend's, and he saw me as a way to get to him. Not only that, he is from Vile Mafia, and my boyfriend,

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

He’s the man who’s made me cry countless times, but he’s also the one who makes me laugh wholeheartedly—who brings boundless joy to my soul. He’s the man who once shattered my heart, yet he’s also the one who pieced it back together. And now, as he holds me tightly, caressing, kissing, and loving me in a way no one else ever could, all I can think is… This man—the only one who loves me possessively and obsessively to the point of madness. He is the one and only Demetrius Sylvestre Jr., the ruthless Mafia Boss feared by many. Yet to me, he’s simply the man who loves me more than anything in this world.

A true fallen angel is not afraid of darkness, but appreciates it, adores it, and enjoys it. In the same way that in Colombia they prepared an exclusive party, where there were guests of all kinds, exotic, eccentric, etc.. The important thing was that they had money and that they collaborated with the illicit association that Maria De La Cruz was trying to lead, and that was also growing and leaving in its wake the personalized Mexican brand. That party was very difficult for her, since there were faces, images that had done her wrong at some point, that were not friends at all, but she knew that world had to be extremely cold, and that was how little by little she was becoming a successful

“That’s not what I—” “No.” I take another step closer. “You asked if I knew what you are? Well, I do. You’re a mafia boss, and that means I can’t trust a word you say. Every gift you give comes with strings. If you really want me to stop worrying, you’ll let me leave, because I couldn’t ever relax here.” His dark eyes are intense, burning. “El—” “Don’t use nicknames for me.” I whirl away. I can’t get distracted. “I won’t forget what you are again. I bet that’s why you bought me at the auction in the first place, because you saw me, and you recognized an in.”

Chapter five Micah’s POV What the fuck kind of mafia N*****x nightmare had I landed in? Was I being tested? Everything that had happened from the warehouse till now felt surreal, like I’d wake up in a cold sweat any second and laugh at how messed up my dreams had gotten. But I wasn’t waking up. And Elio Romano... God. What the hell was that earlier? Why did he storm in like a man possessed, only to stop short like he was fighting himself? There’d been tension in the air, thick enough to choke on.

She didn't look like she belong here, in this world of the mafia but The fact of it was that she was indeed la princesa de la mafia 🎲🎲♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️♣️♦️🎲🎲 María's POV- His soft hand against the skin of my cheek, I sighed leaning into his touch. "Lucien" I breathed at the warm feeling that spread through me. "Sorry princesa, You got me instead" a male voice softly spoke. My eyes shot open seeing the man from before. I quickly shuffled back backing away from the man in front of me.