The Mafia's Obsession Series 1 Novels & Stories

"You’re getting me worked up." "This... this man is Mafia, Isabella. And not just any Mafia. He is the number one in the country." "Mafia?" Isabella whispered, trying to process the weight of the word. *********** Tavian leaned back in his seat, clicking his lighter with a restless, rhythmic snap. He stared into the small flame, his eyes dark and unreadable. After a few beats, he flicked it shut and turned his gaze toward the window of the moving car. There she was. Isabella, with Heaven by her side, moved toward a familiar car with a slow, hesitant grace that immediately drew his focus.

“And you can make him pay for it in a way that he would end up regretting it. But that stays between the two of you. I understand your anger at my wife too, but you being angry at the house is not something that is correct. Your children are going to start noticing it even if you are taking care of them and that is not right. Therefore, you are going to sit on the couch. The two of us are going to have a cup of coffee. And then after all of this is solved, you are going to come with me because we have a meeting to attend.” “What meeting?” “Your father's in town. And if Diablo thinks that meeting up with Alonzo and Maria is going to solve anything, then he's very wrong. Nikolay, is the snakes

For some reason, the sight of Misha fucking Petrov rolling dough like some grim mafia Gordon Ramsay almost broke something in my chest. I turned away quickly, blinking fast. He said nothing. Just kept working beside me, shoulder brushing mine every so often, his heat leeching into my skin. I noticed the way his hands faltered over the dough, just for a second. The flicker in his eyes. Like the texture, the weight of it, pulled something buried up from the dark. Something he didn’t want to feel. I hated that every movement of his,every inch of him, was so maddeningly magnetic.

Was that hair peaking out of the buttons he had left open? I had seen my fair chest of male bodies, both willingly, and unwillingly, and I had to say this, even if most of it was covered, was....intruiging. I cleared my throat, tearing my eyes off the chest and almost died when I saw who was standing in front of me. Luca De Santi. No... Don Luca De Santi. The most mysterious, but feared Mafia Don in the Mafioso. At least that was waht was whipered. I didn't know if it was true, but he looked the part.

With all the information I’d taken in, I felt like my head was going to explode. I’d made a list of movies and tv shows I wanted to watch that would tell me all about the mafia. The first one my list was The Godfather trilogy, and then I also wanted to rewatch the Power series and Ozark. Last time I watched Power, I wasn’t really paying attention. I only watched it because I thought Omari Hardwick was hot. But now, I needed all the help I could get.

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.

•••••••••••• This is the first draft of Book III of The Heir's Secret Obsession, my first crime/psych thriller/mafia romance story. Like the sequel, this is also written in 1st person narrative. If you've come this far and have read The Heir's Secret Obsession and The Alpha's Dhampirica, thanks a million ❤ Your continued support and interest in my stories is what keeps me going. Thanks for being patient! For the new readers' sake, the first few chapters (all free!) contain scenes from the first two books in this mafia romance series to provide some context and background info on the main characters' relationships.

The place had been abandoned for years—rusted metal beams, broken windows, and silence that felt unnatural. Philip’s voice was tense. “We approach slowly. He’ll be expecting us.” Bryan nodded. His earpiece crackled as one of their scouts whispered, “It’s too quiet. Something’s fishy.” They spread out, moving toward the entrance. The underground mafia flanked them, silent and deadly. Then, the first shot rang out. A bullet slammed into one of Bryan’s men, sending him sprawling. Another followed, then another. Within seconds, the entire area exploded into chaos.

"When did he become a bodyguard? My Diego is not a bodyguard, Drake! He's mine! Call him now! Or give me his number. I need him!" Carolina Del Fiore, commonly known as Carmella, is the only daughter of Eagle Sebastian Del Fiore, the mafia Don of the Del Fiore clan. She is untouchable, incredibly stubborn, and often acts like a spoiled brat who ignores the rules set by her father. Despite her father's restrictions, she comes and goes as she pleases, showing little concern for authority. To be honest, she can be quite a pain. I sighed, resting my back as I looked at her. She chuckled with a fake laugh.

The badass bîtch young woman yelled. Valerie stared at the young woman who looked just like her age and inwardly rolled her eyes at her then slowly stood up. She was about to leave the room when the young woman began talking again. "I asked you a question oh wait" The badass lady narrowed her eyes at Valerie. "You're the newest slave if I'm not wrong. You are the one whose brother dared to steal from our capo m de la mafia (meaning mafia boss in Mexico). I guess it's a family type of thing because now you're making out with the underboss after sleeping with the mob boss" she rolled her eyes and shook her head.