Requiem Of Sin A Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

My stomach cramps, and I wince. The titles line up on the screen. Sinfully His—an age-gap, dad’s-best-friend romance, where she gets revenge on her cheating husband and also bag’s her dad’s older hot friend. The next is some werewolf thing about mates and rejection and shit I don’t understand. Marco’s choices already have me giggling. He did this on purpose. And then another catches me: The Mafia’s Pet. Enemies to lovers. Erotica. A laugh slips out. Too pointed. Too close to home.

Chapter 45: Stings of Betrayal MARCO’S POV One Month Later The penthouse planning room was a ghost of its former self, the Miami skyline mocking me through the windows, its neon glow cold without Lucian’s fire to match it. I stood at the head of the mahogany table, my hands gripping the edge, my knuckles white as I finalized a four-million-dollar deal with the Italians from Palermo—cocaine and rifles, a deal Lucian had started before the bomb at Joe’s Diner a month ago left him in a coma, his body broken, his empire that he built with his sweat and blood was crumbling.

I rasped, my voice rising above its normal range. His expression morphed into an amused one though his chocolate brown orbs remained understanding. "I'm a killer. A consigliere to the Capo of a very large organized crime syndicate in Seattle. We're called the Bratva." He replied flatly, no sliver of emotion in his voice.

Hopefully she would be thinking of him for the days she was going to take to heal and not what that fucking Italian bastard did to her. He was going to pay, but first things first, as much as Reese wanted to just slide a knife between Antonio’s ribs and twist it while looking into his eyes while he gasped his final breath, he had to make sure Quinn was going to be safe. He wasn’t dealing with a normal Jo Blogs, this was the dangerous Don of the fucking mafia, he had to be diligent if he ever hoped to take that bastard down. .

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

(Niko’s POV) “You know how to shoot?” Alessio’s question hung between us. The weapon felt heavier in my hand than I expected. I checked the safety automatically. “Yes.” His eyebrow lifted slightly. “Where did you learn?” “I have the blood of the strongest mafia boss in my veins," I replied, trying to sound confident, clicking the safety on. “Not as weak as I thought." Alessio's eyes narrowed as he handed me a spare magazine. "Let's see if that blood runs true."

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.

Every deal, every bullet, every drop of blood spilled—mine. I don’t move without purpose. Each moment is calculated. The Bratva? The Pakhan himself drinks at my table. We’re not friends—we’re allies soaked in blood and greed. I don’t trust anyone, but I know who fears me. And that’s enough. My hands are stained, yes—but I wear the darkness like a second cloak. I love the power it pours, I love the blood. I built this life brick by brick, bone by bone. And anyone who thinks they can take it from me?

I say. And when they find out they will have to pick sides for the war that will start because of me. When the time comes I promise myself I will tell them but for now, they must think that I still love Declan Blue Diaz leader of La mafia de la Muerte. (The Mafia of Death)

he added, his tone serious. So she didn’t fall for my seductive powers. Not surprising. I barely had any interest in seducing women or wanting to marry. I must have really given her leeway for her to demand a divorce. Women in the mafia were often docile and fulfilled their roles without complaint. That was by the way. “Who did this?” Something clicked. “Was it the Sanchezes?” Adrian leaned forward again, the glint returning. “The Sanchezes?” “Guerrero Sanchez. Darko killed him for skimming. P-Paulo was therrree…” I was slurring. The pressure in my head swelled, pushing against my skull from the inside. “…he couldn’t… the sigil.”