Sexy Mafia Novels & Stories

Hi, my name is Yaszy:) This is my first ever Mafia story. There will be SA! If you get triggered easily this book isn't for you. Please don't leave rude comments, I am trying my best with writing this story. There will be: -Abuse -Sex -Violence -Mafia -Triggers I hope you enjoy!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~CHARACTERS~ Location of story: New York Alessio Rocco Romano -The father and is 50 years old. He has brown hair and blue eyes, and is the head of the Italian Mafia. He's dangerous when it comes to messing with one of his kids.

I was trapped, with no escape from the horrors that awaited me. Dominic's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. "You see, Lucia, I've been waiting for someone like you. Someone who can understand me, who can see the truth behind the lies." His voice was low and hypnotic, drawing me in despite my fear. "And now that you're here, I'll never let you go." I struggled against the cuffs again, but they only seemed to tighten. Panic set in as I realized the true extent of my predicament. I was trapped, at the mercy of a madman with a twisted vision. And then, Dominic's eyes seemed to gleam with an eerie light. "Let the game begin," he whispered, his voice dripping wit

Tatiana muttered and Francesca blinked twice. "It too dangerous Tiana, get your eyes cleared. I'm talking about a mafia not an ordinary rich man! It a clan..." Francesca warned. "Ion care! I need to save my dad" "Tiana! Do you wanna die" Francesca exclaimed. "I just need to save my father!" She protested. "You can't do this Tiana, let look for some other way!" Francesca suggested. "I don't think there is any other way!" "Tiana, this Mafia is a dangerous one. Lucifer!!!" She exclaimed but Tatiana was determined herself.

“She’s the Young Madam of the Garcia family.” XXX

“I knew it. I knew those wry eyes of that bastard James were hiding something. Eyes of a stupid wolf. But I'm sure he's working with Antonio. They are always together—-or so Diego tells me. The Sacra Corona Unita and camorra have always been friendly, but I didn't expect them to stoop this low. Sabotaging all my plans like this. That messed with the wrong Mafia. I've been too good. Too quick. Now they've unleashed the side they should've left buried. Liam's blood splattered my black suit. “Burn him. I ordered Diego, walking out of the filthy abandoned warehouse to my car, where a few of my subs were waiting.” “One opened the door for me. Diego joined me, just as smoke and frames burst from t

it grew from bad to worse when I was kidnapped by a mafia leader. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it. l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in and day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.

"Bella, please tell me what happened there. Did you talk to him? Have you found anything?" Bella looked at her sister and all the fear and pent-up emotion busted out on her. "What do you want to know about your Velenoso? Congratulations Sabby, you know him personally because your sister is married to him!" Sabrina blinked. She was numb hearing her words. "Bella…" she whispered, her face paled in shock. "He told you this?" She asked, getting over the shock. "Did He tell you this?" Sabrina couldn't imagine Aaron as Velenoso. It was impossible. Velenoso is the mafia king who runs the crime world of New York City. Name the most disgusting business in the world and He owned it. From Drugs to Brot

A malicious grin twists underneath his mustache as his hand slowly trails down my neck towards my breasts. I flinch away from him, my heart pounding in my ears as panic clenches my chest. "What are you talking about?" I whisper. "He knew, Vanessa," he repeats. Taking the folder from my shaky hands, he points to a man in a black suit in one of the photos. "This is Gabriel. The man runs a huge sex trafficking ring from Mexico to all parts of the US. He only works with big business men, which included your father at the time. Eight years ago, your father gambled at one of his casinos in LA and lost your poor mother. He joined Diego's clan in order to steal from him. Then, a few months ago, he p

“I’m not here for that! I only came because of the watch!” “Liar,” she hissed, her nails digging into my arm. “I know women like you—chasing after powerful men like Damien for their wealth and influence. But let me tell you something: he’ll never love you. Men like Damien don’t love. They use, and then they dispose.” Her next words sent a chill down my spine. “He’s a member of Santos.” My eyes widened. I had heard the name before—the infamous Santos gang, a deadly mafia group known for their ruthlessness.