Smut Mafia Books Novels & Stories

While the title is still in the works, rest assured that it will evoke the same range of emotions you've come to expect. And here's an exciting tidbit I can't wait to share: "Mafia Men IV" is already in the pipeline and is set to grace your libraries shortly after the release of the upcoming werewolf book. So brace yourselves for more thrills, romance, and intrigue from our beloved mafia universe.

The Midnight Mafioso Hello lovelies. I am sure you met Dmitri Valastro, Rodion’s brother. Some of you might be aware that book 2 of this series is about him. Book 2 is called The Midnight Mafioso. It is all about Dmitri’s story and is only available through a Ream subscription. Follow me on I*******m to learn how to access Ream • THE MIDNIGHT MAFIOSO • What happens when you lie that a random stranger is your husband and you two have a son?

I was furious “Lord is a Mafia king. There is no way he would get us a place he didn't keep under watch. One thing I know about the Mafia is that they don't trust anyone. What would have happened if you said whatever you wanted to say? He would have heard us and probably was watching us and would know exactly what was happening”, Lucas explained. I suddenly felt stupid as I covered my face in my palms in shame, It all made sense now, there was no way he would have stopped me from talking had he not kissed me. His earlier expression explained it all. He was trying to warn me not to say anything. And there I was thinking he was hitting on me. I felt stupid

This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, but sometimes

No daylight, no damn ventilation, just me, four walls, and the lingering scent of piss and betrayal. I wasn’t chained up like some criminal. No, they wanted me alive enough to bleed slowly. I clenched my jaw, as my thoughts drifted somewhere else with blood crusted at the corner of my mouth, the metallic taste making me growl. The only thing ringing in my head louder than the news broadcast was one word: Alessia and The White Book. That file was my damn insurance policy and my last resort to destroy everything that existed in the Mafia Family. A powerful ledger so vile, so goddamn explosive it would make the FBI piss their pants and make the Mafia run for cover.

A grainy photo of me in Nikolai’s arms with both of us stumbling out of the bar like drunken lovers was plastered across the screen beneath a headline about Italy’s most untouchable crime lord and a “mystery woman.” My stomach dropped. And then the rest of the night hit me like a train. The drinks. The laughter. The heat. His mouth on mine. Oh no…oh no, no, no.. I stumbled out into the street forcing deep breaths as guilt and rage fought for dominance inside me. I went back to my office and dumped the flash drive with the files I'd gotten so far. I left a note there for Sterling which said: “This is all you’re getting. I'm off the case.”

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.

Leaning in, he planted a soft kiss on my cheek before pulling the car door open and slipping inside. "La mia bellissima cugina. Bye.” He muttered before shutting the door without even giving me the chance to say goodbye. As he drove away, I turned around to make my way back into the mansion, but I quickly stopped in my tracks and gasped in surprise when someone I never expected to see again came to view. “Surprised?” He smiled charmingly, his arms folded across his chest. To say I was surprised is an understatement. I was perplexed, bewildered, and bemused. “What are you doing there?” I asked when I finally recovered from the shock. “To cut it short, business.” He stated, taking long

“Sister Jane just joined the family, so I’m sure there are many things you don’t understand. My brother may be busy, but I’d still be happy to help you.” “No need.” Marcus lifted his glass and took a sip of water, his tone calm. Noah smiled and said nothing more. 'What’s there to act tough about? Since he couldn’t handle it himself, he had Donna Zillmann push this stupid woman out instead. These people love scamming outsiders. Last time they ripped me off badly. I’d like to see how you end up getting treated like some rich idiot today.' The meal ended in a strange silence. I went to the restroom to touch up my makeup. However, the moment I closed the door, Amelia squeezed in behind me and lo

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt