Novel & Cerita Romance Books With Mafia

Here are a few things to put you at ease (mainly confusions and insights). Moreover, the beginning chapters are longer to keep you hooked and to let you decide easily. • Insights: 1) This is a mafia, billionaire romance. But definitely the author is not playing with cliche of abducting and falling in love with the kidnapper. 2) There is no Stockholm syndrome or rape at all, personally I don't like writing it. The female protagonist won't be forced to do anything.

“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.”

“But I love you.” Heidi stares into my eyes until she drops the only question I wasn’t ready to hear. “Is that enough, though?” Her eyes fall to my hand on her hip, and she notices my knuckles split, dried blood covering each one of them. She swallows hard and looks up at me again, her expression more serious this time. “How am I supposed to accept that this is what being part of the mafia means? Do you truly expect me to be okay with seeing you get hurt all the time, risking your life because of what…?”

Prologue Anastasia Olivia, Scarlett, and I swayed to the music in the Russian Orchid, laughing and carefree. This nightclub in Moscow was a must, according to tips Scarlett received. It has been the best summer ever; it would stay with us forever. I couldn’t remember the last time all three of us felt so happy and relaxed. We were having the time of our lives. Our last hurrah before life would take us all away and back to reality. There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced.

This was not the time and place. As they slowly moved toward the alter, she couldn't help but approved of her maman's choice of an escort. A sought-after bachelor, rich, influential, sinfully gorgeous, and an Italian Don. He was clearly showing the same interest in her, a mafia princess. But...no. The interest and feeling were not mutual. There were calculated gazes trained at them, especially with how close the don was holding her and the way he held her hand, one of which was her brother's -with disapproval she guessed. Dominic, Alec, and her father all thought no man was good enough for her. The man beside her was not an exception. Well, and good, she couldn't even remember his name. Nor

“I used to consider that respect would be sufficient. That earned loyalty would always be stronger than enforced devotion, but I was incorrect” I removed the black book from under my arm and raised it. The older men visibly went pale, with some lowering their eyes, and others backing a tiny step away. Primo's lips tightened in irritation, but then his eyes opened in shock, recognizing the book. “Some of you must have heard rumors from many years ago about how merciless De Luca was, and how they've killed all their men in a single night. “I am here to let you know that none of those are rumors but true. People, the older ones must have seen and known why before the fall of the De Luca family

His gaze swept over Lina and Giovanni: cold and lethal. Bang! Rafael kicked the massive banquet table over. Silverware and wine crashed to the floor. The enormous Rossi family crest, custom-made and unmistakable, lay face-up. Rafael placed his foot on it. The metal buckled beneath his heel with a sickening screech. In the mafia world, this was the ultimate humiliation. The other dons went pale, but not a single one dared speak. He crouched in front of me. The moment his eyes took in my swollen, bleeding cheek and my shattered, blood-soaked fingers… The blue of his irises turned blood-red.

My dad, my biological dad, decided to hurt me in exchange for power. “If only Zolandria hadn’t been weak. It’s such a pity.” The man scoffs. “If only.” My dad affirms, disappointment lacing his voice. My heart dropped into my stomach. If I thought my world crumbled on the altar, then today my entire universe has. Damien lied about his parents. His parents are involved with the mafia. He knew how much I wanted to get away from it all. My dad orchestrated the betrayal on my wedding day. What is even real now?

The atmosphere was a polished mask of civility hiding the tension of two mafia empires forced into union. Arabelle wasn’t hungry. She pushed food around her plate, ignoring the stares and whispers directed at her, the bride forced into a kingdom she never wanted. A shrill, overly sweet voice from behind her. “Well, well… look at the new Mrs. Valerio.” Arabelle turned slowly. Standing there was Clarissa Salvatore, daughter of another powerful family. She was stunning, petty, and obnoxiously proud of her long history of trying and failing to get Dante’s attention.

Some habits never die. As the car rolled into the driveway, the house loomed before me. It was the same glass and cement block mansion, yet somehow different. It wasn’t the missing rose garden; I had already seen that. But I remembered the way my heart had broken when I first realized he had cut it down. I couldn’t even be properly angry at him for it because he wouldn’t have remembered that he had ordered it to be cut down anyway. Cristiano had been serious about leaving the Mafia behind. There were times he had long discussions with Ricardo, and now they were working toward building a legitimate company.