Romance Books With Mafia Novels & Stories

🌹 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. 🤭❤️

They are young, beautiful, and each carries in their eyes the trace of power either bequeathed to them or stolen. --- — Valentina Moretti: The She-Wolf of Little Italy Daughter of the Moretti clan's godfather. Cold beauty, ivory skin, anthracite gaze. She enters without a word, leather coat on her shoulders, and a smile that smells of gunpowder. "You dare greatly, Tara. I like that." Her perfume is a warning: jasmine and iron. — Sofia Delgado: The Flame of the South Black hair, clear laugh, scarlet dress. Daughter of the master of the docks and maritime trafficking.

But her head spun from Dante's touch, his watch from the side heavy. Night wore on, Lorenzo sealing deals, clueless to the fire starting close. She faked smiles, body humming, wanting bad. Later, heading inside, he passed near, breath on her neck quick. "Dante," he said soft. "If you want." Dante. It hit—Lorenzo's step-brother, the mafia one with all the scary stories. Pulse went crazy. Big trouble. But his eyes promised, and she craved it. Gala far from over for her.

Samuel had leveraged the betrayal, driving Harrison further into the empire he despised. "See?" Samuel had goaded. "Love makes you weak. Dreams make you blind. Power is the only thing that lasts." And Harrison believed him. So he buried the doodling boy until morning light. He buried the eternity fantasist. In his stead, he raised the monster. Cold and Hard, an iron-blooded mafia businessman and yet, Maya's ghost never departed each time she smiled, each time she told him she loved him, he remembered Maya's smile, her lies, that was why he kept her at arm's length, and that was why he never trusted her.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

Where have I heard that name before? Deciding I had enough of listening to the news, I turn the TV off as I put on some music before I focus on the book I am reading. I am reading a Mafia romance where the male lead is the mafia underboss, and he falls for the girl that is the sunshine to his grumpy mood. I can’t help but snort from time to time thinking how can she fall for everything he does to her. How he plays and manipulates her without giving nothing back. I must have fallen asleep while I was reading in bed after dinner because when I open my eyes and stretch my arms I feel like I have slept for hours. I look around the room and remember the morning I woke up in Dash’s bed.

I swallowed hard. I expected many scenarios but what I didn't expect was for him to laugh. Dormani Vitali tipped his head backwards and laughed loudly, as if I had said anything funny. "Uhm....." I began with a scowl on my face. "Don't play stupid, bambina. It doesn't suit you. No one walks from the Mafia. Once you're in, you're in....unless you die." I stared at him, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it.

“At least tell me your name.” “Bianca.” “I’m Roman Rutherford. Call me Roman.” He extended a hand. I shook it, noting the strength in his grip. “Nice to meet you.” He smiled, stepping closer. “You're being mean because you’re here with your husband?” “I’m not married. I just want to be alone,” I said, firm, cautious. “I know you’ve got a lot going on. I just want to understand,” he said softly. I hissed, brushing past him. “The worst mafia aren’t the arrogant ones, they’re the charming ones.”

Or will loving Damian Vercetti cost her the last piece of herself she has left? *************** AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey, reader. Let’s get one thing straight this is not your sweet, safe mafia romance. This story is dark. Twisted. Obsessive. There are moments that will make you pause, ache, maybe even rage. Damian Vercetti is not your redemption arc. He’s power without apology. Possession without permission. And Isabella? She’s not the damsel she’s the storm trying to survive the fire. If you’re here for roses and candlelight, this isn’t your book.

“Necessary???!!! For who!!? You? Your reputation? when has anything you've done been necessary dad!!! Tell me! Just one time!!! Once!!! I had hope for us dad! in you!! I barked a humorless laugh. But you know what? screw that and screw you!. I grabbed my bag and was just about to storm out when I heard his voice . “She’s feisty. I like that.” I froze and slowly turned. There he was, hidden in the darkest end of the cafe. Luca Romano. He rose to his feet and gently approached us. Like time was his. He looked like he owned every building in the city and maybe he did. Tall, broad shouldered and his eyes....so dark that they pinned me in place. He had a smirk that promised trouble. Gorgeous. Wha