Possessive Mafia Romance Books Novels & Stories

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.

I leaned over the railing, watching as the expensive and well-made prosthetic finger bounced a couple of times before falling into a drain hole. I felt his large, warm body press in close behind me, his breath tickling my ear. “Wear it as a badge of honor. And maybe people would respect you a little more. Mafia princess.” I tore my gaze from the ground, whirling around to slap him, shove him, anything in retaliation for what he just did. But he had vanished. In my anger, I threw the champagne flute over the railing, the sound of it shattering on the ground below doing nothing to placate my rage.

“I love my brother, but he’s an asshole and a man-whore. You should be lucky when you fall pregnant because then you can reject his advances and let him go to his whorehouses-” “What?!” I exclaim, my heart leaping into my throat. “He… he would do that even if he’s married to me?” Her brows furrow together, and she genuinely looks confused. “All mafia men do that, Lucia. It’s a staple in our world where they get to fuck around while we remain home raising kids. My mother used to say at least they come home to you, but what exactly are they bringing home after fucking other women?” She scoffs. “We’re only there to be their arm candy, there to make them look good and bear their children. The so

Then twenty minutes ago I arrived at the club, so here I am, looking at all the pictures he's showing me. “Are these all you have? I want something more plush and conducive. Secure even.” I want Dawn to live a better life now that I’ve claimed her as mine. Whoever that’s mine should be treated as a queen. That’s how most bratva member and Italian mafia’s treat their woman.

"No?" "We've already waited." She placed Mark's watch on the table. "They took him because they knew we'd hesitate." Marco nodded almost imperceptibly. She wasn't wrong. Don Romano folded his hands. "And charging blindly into enemy territory is your solution?" Mia met his gaze without fear. "My solution is to make them regret taking him." Several captains exchanged surprised looks. The woman who had once been afraid of the mafia was now speaking like one of them. Valentina broke the silence.

“Let’s pick up some pizza and head home. You know how your mother gets when she’s hungry.” He laughed. “Not as angry as you, Dad.” The Fifth Republic Series continues with Luca's story in The Emperor. Flip to the end of this book to read the first few chapters of his story and preorder it now. If you're looking for something new to read while you wait for The Emperor, I've got another mafia romance with a golden retriever that falls first and hard for the woman he's forbidden to touch. Read It Kills Me now! For those who are looking for a dark romance about a very morally grey alpha with black cat vibes where the MMC makes the FMC earn her freedom, read Buttons and Lace now.

POV: ANASTASIA VOLKOV Killian Blackwood's words drove directly into my chest like a rusted silver dagger, provoking a sharp pain that tried to make me step back. However, I did not yield a single millimeter. I was not a weak female from the southern packs who bowed before the roar of a mafia Alpha. I had heard the stories about the Hybrid, the fearsome Alpha and mafia CEO who ruled the north with an iron hand and a coldness that terrified the Alphas of neighboring packs.

(Alessandro’s POV) The kiss broke the dam, but the flood that followed was not one of peace. It was a torrent of paranoia and fear. My intelligence network, the best in Chicago, brought me whispers that turned my blood to ice. Dante Falcone, the old Don’s psychopathic heir, was not licking his wounds in exile. He was gathering the most violent dregs of his father's organization, fueled by drugs and a burning, obsessive hatred for me. And his primary obsession, the target of his twisted revenge, was Isabella.

“Both gay. Both lying to me for years.” “We weren’t lying,” Nikolai said. “We were surviving.” “Don’t give me that martyr bullshit.” Gabriel started pacing. “You think you’re the first gay person in our world?” “Name one openly gay mafia boss,” Nikolai challenged. “One politician in our circles who’s out.” Gabriel opened his mouth, then closed it. Because he couldn’t. “This isn’t the fifties,” Liliana said gently. “Not fast enough,” I said. “And not in our world.”

"I know, that's why I want to ask you to think about both of us, but not in a hurry. I love you Louise, I don't know how to say what I feel, it's something totally new to me too, but I can't have you away from me anymore." "So don't let me go." Maurício This morning I received a call from the Mafia, by order I would be the new boss, but for that I would need to be married or have a child. "I won't let you, but I need you to answer me as soon as possible." Her doubtful face was on and she charmed me by smiling. The effect of the alcohol was already taking its toll on Louise, alcohol and her definitely don't mix. I was just watching her, her laughter, her hair toss, and her will to live.