Through Smoke And Steel: A Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

His haircut was stylishly messy with a few strands falling across his forehead. “I'm glad you could make it.” “I wouldn't miss it for the world,” I said, forcing a smile to my lips. We ordered deserts, while an awkward silence lingered between us. His gaze never left me though. I could feel it boring into my skin and I could bet that he was already fucking me in his head. I raised my gaze to meet his. He wasn't ashamed of the lust boldly written on his face. He just smiled flirtatiously. He was confident that I was going to be his. I, on the other hand, couldn't imagine myself married to anyone in the Mafia.

Garaine smiled, putting her hands on her hips. “Mhm~What a nice smell!” Garaine immediately turned back to find her husband standing at the door. She paused a bit, surprised when she noticed that he was dressed only in cargo pants that she brought from the Turner mansion. The wrapped bandages around his chest couldn’t hide his prominent, firm chest. His flexed elbow flaunted his perfect biceps. Surprisingly, unlike the other mafia members, there wasn’t a single tattoo on his body. Garaine’s breathing hitched when she noticed his body was still wet, showing that he just came out of the shower. He looked so smoking hot with that messy hair and wet body that she subconsciously bit her lower lip

Although pleasant at first, these formalities began to wear on Miss Blum's patience. Constrained by convention, she could not initiate contact without a suitable pretext. Fortunately, one did present itself. One of the funeral homes was going to hold a raffle and all the East Side undertakers were given a handful of ballots to sell. Ida Blum, who usually handled these matters, called her daughter and asked if she was interested in trying her luck with the Weiss brothers. At her mother's timely suggestion, Billie went to Houston Street on the pretext of selling them ten raffle tickets. Irving was willing to buy all ten, but Henry stopped him, telling him that five would be enough. That confir

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“You’re always so calm. Too calm. I want to know how long it takes to break that. To push you out of control.” All I got was a smile. Infuriating. Beautiful. Infuriating. It wasn’t a no. And that smile? That was a challenge. I didn’t break eye contact. Neither did he. That smug little smile stayed on his lips as he turned back to the stove like I wasn’t standing here fighting every feral urge I’d ever had. I watched his hands move steadily, practiced, casually being lethal, pouring sauce like it was the most innocent thing in the world.

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"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

I lost focus… At the time that I needed to stay focused. I snapped out of my thoughts, folding my arms awkwardly as Mum came bustling through the door, with shopping bags in her arms. It pained me how little my Mum really knew about my life… She had no idea that her husband was using me. She had no idea that Steve was a Mafia man. "Steve! What a nice surprise!" Mum said dryly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you fancy staying for tea?" "I'd love to," Steve said, sarcasm equally dripping from his voice.

"That would be called Stockholm syndrome, but I'm not that sick, so don't flatter yourself, Mr Nostra. There are many handsome men in the world, you're way down that ladder." Liar liar. Pants on fire. His lips curved in that devilish smirk that made me want to slap the hell out of him. “Don’t lie to me, Mia bambina. Your thighs are pressed too tightly together for it to be nothing.” Heat flared up my neck and down my arm. “You’re such a bastard.” “And yet you like it.” His voice dropped low, and I almost squirmed in my seat. “Admit it.” I scoffed, leaning my head against the cold window glass, pretending to be staring out at the streets.