Romance Books With Mafia Novels & Stories

– but here, wrapped deep in the warm duvet, she didn’t want to move a muscle. The air smelled wonderful. Clean, earthy, like rich soil after a summer rain. And like him. Like Hades. Like his beard, maybe? She had to stop herself from mentally swooning. Seriously, Claudine? Get a grip! Her eyes scanned everywhere. The room was mostly dark colors, making it feel cozy despite its size. She noticed a tall bookshelf, full of books, and a comfy-looking chair tucked in a corner – a study nook. Wow. He even reads. The mafia boss has a library.

The man didn’t look away. Yasmine resisted the urge to shift under his gaze. Luca stood and walked toward her. His hand settled on her arm—firm, possessive. “Dante,” he said smoothly, “meet Yasmine.” A pause. “Yasmine… my Consigliere and partner, Dante Romano.” Dante rose and stepped forward, extending his hand. Yasmine placed hers in his, polite but distant. “Nice to meet you, Signore Romano.” “My pleasure, Donna,” he replied with a slight nod.

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Natalie seems to breathe a little easier and offers me an apologetic smile, “Oh, let me introduce Lois and Camille.” “I’m Camille,” the blonde woman says, reaching forward to shake my hand. “I’m so glad to meet you, Nat has been singing praises about you.” “Really?” I say with a chuckle, shaking Camille’s hand, trying to return her enthusiasm. “All good things, I hope.” The table is already full of delicious food, looking like it came straight out of an I*******m food blog. We eat and talk casually, and I find out that Camille and Lois are both parts of the mafia community too, by being married to soldiers part of Natalie’s family.

“If…If today’s any indication, I’m not scared of a little heat. The question is… are you?” Romero gave a sharp laugh, a delicious sound that did weird things to her nipples. “I’m a mafia lord. I have a garden of body parts. I’m not scared of anything.” His hand strayed from her face around to the back of her head. Anateya sighed, leaning into his touch as his fingers delved into her hair. She’d sell her soul to this devil to have him take her, right here on the hood of his car. Romero’s conflicted expression faded, replaced by something that made blood rush to her cheeks. His stare bore into her as if he was peeling back her layers to see inside. The next moment, his lips crashed to hers.

Maeve Ford after graduating high school decides to leave Cario, Egypt for the united states of America in search of her brother who had gone missing for years, to find some clues which could lead her to her brother, she steals a book sorted out by every illegal syndicate, powerful Clans, and even the Mafia, this makes her become a target, and amidst everything she gets caught up in a misunderstanding, entangled with a cold-hearted Ceo, and with the increasing need to find her brother she goes into a contract marriage with the enemy

But the again, I never knew the standards of the bastard. “Yes, and most of the conversation would be including ideas, which you want to be yours” I said raising an eyebrow. Lorenzo frowned at my change of attitude, but toning my mood down, I sat on the chair and glared at him “the hotels, especially the Romanov line, would not be associated with any of your businesses. I do not have them as mafia safe grounds, but they do run by their own rules and security” “But them being safe grounds would give you a better income”

A true fallen angel is not afraid of darkness, but appreciates it, adores it, and enjoys it. In the same way that in Colombia they prepared an exclusive party, where there were guests of all kinds, exotic, eccentric, etc.. The important thing was that they had money and that they collaborated with the illicit association that Maria De La Cruz was trying to lead, and that was also growing and leaving in its wake the personalized Mexican brand. That party was very difficult for her, since there were faces, images that had done her wrong at some point, that were not friends at all, but she knew that world had to be extremely cold, and that was how little by little she was becoming a successful

I admitted, pulling her phone out and placing it in the centre of the table. “I was once told that men like you always have a reason for doing these... torturing people. So, help me understand. What did he do to make you hurt him so brutally?” I regarded her while she waited for an answer, her eyes wandering around the cafe but not meeting mine for a single second. Maybe the thought of Leona had driven me toward her, but Abigail was nothing like that traitor. “That man was of the Bratva. They are—” “Russian Mafia.” She gave a half-shrug. “I know. They’re very notorious, from what I’ve read.”