Possessive Mafia Romance Books Pdf Novels & Stories

The library of a Mafia Don would be filled with books on control and domination. Just as I was about to give up and leave, a colorful book among the ugly blank ones caught my attention. I reached for it, pulling it free. My jaw dropped as I stared at the cover. A man with piercing blue eyes and a perfectly tailored suit held a trembling woman in his arms. The bold title read: Captured and Claimed by the Mafia Don. I blinked at it, utterly baffled. “What in the world?” The absurdity of finding a steamy romance novel in Leonardo’s library nearly made me laugh. Who stocked this place…surely not him? Still, curiosity got the better of me. I flipped it open, skimming the first few pages.

A fierce, possessive fire ignited in my gut, a feeling that had nothing to do with strategy and everything to do with a primal, masculine need to claim her as my own. The dinner was a gathering of wolves, all circling, testing the hierarchy. My capos were loyal, but they were dangerous men. They needed to see that she was not a weakness. Then Rico, his face florid with wine and arrogance, opened his mouth. “Quite the prize the Don has claimed… a pretty little Falcone dove. Let’s hope her loyalty is more steadfast than her father’s was.”

Dante said at me as I whipped my head to face him. "I'll never leave my husband"I retorted back, standing up and interlocking hands with Raphael once again. "He is my husband for better or for worse and I love him. He is the best man I could ask for. And you should also respect him too because he is your capo" I stated at Dante who scanned me with hungry,cruel eyes. "Not for long. Your darling husband will perish soon"he scoffed before turning his gaze back to Raphael. "I promise you Raphael. You will meet your demise very soon and be forgotten like you never existed and once you do, I'll have control over this mafia, over your properties and also..."

The desperation. This girl wasn't just valuable. She was the key to one of the biggest mafia fortunes in Europe. And she had no idea. His phone buzzed again. Message from Sophia: *Did you get her? The Morettis are getting impatient.* Rafael stared at the message, then at the closed bedroom door. The smart play was to trade her. Get his information about his family's treasure and walk away. But the Santoro fortune changed everything. If he played this right, Cassandra Roglas could give him something far more valuable than his parents' stolen heirloom.

"Always." As the first glints of morning were creeping across the horizon, gilding the room in soft gold, I knew with a deep, undeniable conviction. No threat, no battle, no enemy, no matter how powerful, would ever tear us asunder again. Not Camillo. Not Philippe. Not myself. Not anyone. We were Rocco and Fiorella. Mafia, lovers, partners. Survivors. And we had the rest of our lives to prove it. I curled against him, content and safe in the warmth of his arms, feeling the pulse of life, of love, of victory over the darkness.

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 gave a small shake of my head and turned back to Mattis. “You make me sick,” I said. “You had options. But instead, you gambled with your daughter’s suffering.” He tried to crawl forward. “Please... I beg you.” “Save it.” I flicked my cigarette to the side, sparks dying on the rooftop’s edge. “I hope you burn, Mattis. I mean that. And know this. I’m coming for everything. Every brick, every rug, every glass you bought with the money you stole from the Mancinis. You thought you’d get away with it because you wore the mask of a desperate father. You forgot who I am.”

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."

Author Pov Luna was sitting in the room clenching the arms of the chair. Tears were flickering in her eyes threatening to fall anytime. She couldn’t believe it. She got married. She just become a wife of the most feared mafia. And that be against her will. But how funny it is that she’s his puppet more than a wife.

She asked, teasingly holding the book up for Marcus to see. His reaction was instantaneous. Golden eyes widened in recognition, and a hint of embarrassment crossed his features, tinting his cheeks red. "Ah. That one. It's a bit different from the others." “Clearly!” Intrigued, Vivienne turned the book over to read the summary. As she scanned the words, her eyes widened in disbelief. "A mafia romance?" she exclaimed. "And it's about a woman who was kidnapped for a year?"