Spicy Mafia Romance Books Novels & Stories

He never realized the only reason he was able to put that sick bastard behind bars was because I made it happen. From the moment I joined Boris’ rússkaya máfiya group, I had set my eyes on taking over. I knew I could manage every aspect of our organized crime better and make it more profitable. Boris raged too much, made too many mistakes that cost lives unnecessarily and he managed it with personal emotions. If you happened to cross his path on a bad day, he’d kill you without any reason. That wasn’t a way to run our operation or any of our businesses successfully. So, I learned every aspect of our organization and slowly took more and more control of our illegal businesses and all the cont

"Oh, yes. I would love to eat some Italian spicy chicken sandwich and some antipasti Micah listed her orders out and I breathed out at how much of a meal she had longed to eat. I turned the wheels to enter the other road, increasing the speed of the car. "Gentle Sullivan," Micah called, my name seemed to come off so easily from her mouth. "Yes, Signora," I replied and she chuckled. "Tell me why is Adam getting married so soon? He doesn't seem to like the idea." She started a conversation calling Adam like someone who had known him for months. "That is how mafia business works. We deal with marriages, childbirth, and money to settle a long-term enmity." I replied. Ignoring her questions would

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

I nod my head and quickly walk around the counter and grab the coffee pot and a mug, walking back over to his booth and place the mug in front of him and instantly begin to pour the dark liquid into his mug. “So…..” the beautiful stranger begins then takes a sip out of his hot coffee then places it back down onto the table and looks up at me with his gorgeous blue eyes “Can I get your name or am I going to have to call you blondie or waitress for the rest of the night?” “My name is Lili” I reply to him, pulling my top lip with my teeth as I look down at him.

The kitchen was large, beautiful and neat. Her mother took a plate from the tray and moved to the pot to serve her some food. Placing the food on the table which had everything already set. “Come sir dear”. Martha offered a sweet smile and Ariana sat down with her mother beside her, it was her mother’s special spaghetti, Ariana could bet all the money she heard that her mother made the best spaghetti. It didn’t take long before Ariana began digging into the food. “This is wonderful mum, thank you”. Ariana said as she picked up a napkin from the table and wiped her lips gently.

He moved so elegantly that Kara was mesmerized. Then, the signet ring on his right pinky finger caught her attention and her heart started thudding fast. She bit her lip as she recalled old stories circulating in the hotel when she first applied as a barmaid. It alluded to their boss as the head of a MAFIA family with connections in Italy. It was so hush-hush, but the gossip did not die down. Suddenly fear crawled through her skin. Is she doing the right thing? Her instinct told her to run, but it was the exact time Nico Bernardi pinned her with his brooding gaze. Any thought of fleeing flew out of the window when their eyes met and held.

What would happen when she gets separated from her mysterious love? What would happen when she finds out her true identity? *** Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming I wasn't raised like a brat who wanted to have everything she liked nor as a saint who would let go of anything or anyone close to my heart. The moment my eyes landed on Dimitri Ivanov, I fell in love with him, but I also knew he was off-limit. My family would never approve of a mafia for me. On top, he wanted to do nothing with me because he was interested in my brother's Girlfriend. That's why he forced her into marrying him, but I tricked him and got married to him.

he growled, his nostrils flaring. "And you have no idea whose wife you are messing with. I am a Morelli, the wife of the Capo dei Capi of the Italian mafia. I have seen Dante kill and believe me, it is more gory than you can imagine. That man faces death like he has a second life. He killed all your assassins and cohorts that were sent to harm us in Mexico. Dante is blood thirsty and once he finds me, he will kill you all" I taunted them amidst my pain.

I had always been a bad Mafia Boss if not for Scarfaced, my fathers empire would have fallen. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, then another. The amber liquid burned down my throat, but it didn’t dull the rage. By the third glass, the edge had softened into something heavier. Emptiness. “Maria!” I barked, my voice echoing through the corridor. I didn’t know why I called for her specifically. Maybe because she had been on my mind since the meeting two nights ago. The way she moved through the room with quiet confidence. The way her icy grey eyes held secrets she thought no one could see. She was different from the other girls not broken by this life, but carrying something stronger beneath

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