Romance Books About The Mafia Novels & Stories

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

He never realized the only reason he was able to put that sick bastard behind bars was because I made it happen. From the moment I joined Boris’ rússkaya máfiya group, I had set my eyes on taking over. I knew I could manage every aspect of our organized crime better and make it more profitable. Boris raged too much, made too many mistakes that cost lives unnecessarily and he managed it with personal emotions. If you happened to cross his path on a bad day, he’d kill you without any reason. That wasn’t a way to run our operation or any of our businesses successfully. So, I learned every aspect of our organization and slowly took more and more control of our illegal businesses and all the cont

The club was only dimly lit, the air thick with the reek of alcohol and despair. It was the kind where handshakes sealed deals and were broken by gunfire. I sat in the quiet booth, whiskey in front of me, back to the wall. I waited. For her. Fiorella D'Angelo. The so-called queen of her father's empire. I'd spent the day wondering whether she'd be even remotely the woman people described. The mafia had a reputation for exaggeration, making men monsters, women mythical legends that people couldn't even touch. Most of the time, that's just what they were, exaggerated tales.

“You’re insane.” “You’re the one who’s insane,” he snapped. “You think that man cares about you? You think all those sweet looks mean something? He’s a Mafia boss, Genna. He kills people like us for fun.” “Maybe he’s not as heartless as you think.” Marco’s eyes flared. “Listen to yourself. You sound pathetic. You’re falling for the enemy!” “I’m not falling for anyone,” I said firmly, though my chest tightened at my own words. “I’m just trying to survive.”

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

) contain scenes from the first two books in this mafia romance series to provide some context and background info on the main characters' relationships. Some chapters in this book contain Italian dialogue [but not pivotal to the plot]. Translations are written inside brackets [ ]. Buckle up, friends! Enjoy Book III! ❤ • • • • • • • • Main Characters • • • • • • • • • Mykaela "Kel" Leviste Nielsen • Lorenzio "Enzo" Russo Tomassini • Maximiliano "Miles" / "Maxim" Cruza Falco • •••••••••• •

A ball to celebrate peace and civility sounds foolish to me but I guess it’s what kept business running. The Mafia is not native to New York as I’ve come to discover and their operations were mostly camouflaged as business deals, unlike their hometown where the Cosa Nostra is well known and respected down to the church. You heard me right, down to the church. When I found out Dante had a little church in the basement I completely lost my marbles. I knew the Italians took the church seriously with Rome and all that but you can’t have a whole chapel underneath a glorified club that doubled as a restaurant and a trafficking den.

"I left everything behind for her, Nora. Everything. My family, my position, my future. Father disowned me when I refused to testify against Don Moretti. I chose loyalty to Arabelle over my own blood, and now look what she's done. She chose him. She chose Dante over me." The pain in her voice was raw, genuine. Nora sat beside her, her expression softening. "Come here, sweetie." She pulled Lucia into a hug, rubbing her back. "It's okay to be hurt. It's okay to be angry." "I just thought..." Lucia's voice was muffled against Nora's shoulder. "I thought if she knew what kind of man Dante really is, if she understood the danger, she'd come back to me. That we could leave together, start over som

"What happens to my brother now?" "Booked him a one-way flight to Brazil. He's not allowed to step foot in the country again. I'm not the only one he owes money to. That fucker has been around the mill. Pissed off a lot of people." He clenched the steering wheel tight. "I had to clean that up too." "Last question," I said, "why did you marry me because of your grandfather?" I felt that was the most important question. "The man is a hopeless romantic. He says behind every great man there is a supportive, loving woman that keeps him great and secured on the throne. He wasn't going to hand over the family business if I didn't marry someone."

Anna pov I don't know why I said yes to marriage when Damon asked me. Damon Fratello is the leader of Cosa Nostra and my cousin. He is the strongest capo I have ever seen. When he asked if I would marry Alex Ricco, the brother of Bratava Capo Dante I said yes. I was already 20 and I knew that if I waited more than this I don't think I am ever gonna get married and leave here. Most of my cousins were either married or engaged at my age.