Through Smoke And Steel: A Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

He poured himself a glass of wine from the bottle on the table, his bright eyes shining with satisfaction, and joined Sharon on the couch. "To our victory," purred Sharon, raising her glass with a sly smirk. Leo clinked his glass with hers, the curves of his lips unfolding into an impish smile. "To the fall of Richard and his picture-postcard family." The room seemed to hum with tension, the air thick with the thrill of their shared triumph and the dangerous game they were playing. Sharon leaned closer, her perfume intoxicating as her hand brushed against Leo’s arm. “You’ve worked so hard, Leo,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “You deserve to

I said smugly. Miguel gripped my arm, I struggled to free myself but he was obviously stronger. “You don't listen do you? I told you to not look at him and you went ahead to start a conversation. Gabriella was right, you have so much pride and you're reckless, you don't listen.” I hit his hand continuously, “can you stop hurting me? I just talked to the man.’ “The mafia world works differently Catalina. Just because you see people gathered at an event doesn't make them friends.” He breathed, “it might interest you to know, Pablo Diaz is my greatest rival, my worst enemy. And you my dear, have just made yourself his biggest target.”

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.

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.

LOGAN COULD hear the loud echo of the gunshot. He had a smile on his face that made him look like the devil. He carefully picked up the tip of a cigarette, opened it, and lit the end. As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air.

So, where was the justice in this game? So with all these thoughts eaten at my heart, I look at him for what will be the final time, “I guess I lied, I am going to say it again. I love you, and you know that I won’t be Lexi is there is not a “but” to this. This is where I am saying goodbye.” “Baby doll, please. We can work this through. I will do anything to keep you from turning your back and walking away.” “Anything? Will you stop cheating because you think a Mafia Boss needs to?”

“Straight to the point. I like that.” “Good,” I said, leaning closer so he could smell my perfume mixed with the scent of my arousal. “Because I’m not in the mood for games. I need someone who can make me cum so hard I forget his name. Think you can handle that?” His hand brushed my knee under the bar, sending sparks straight to my core. “I can do more than handle it, beautiful. What’s your name?” “Mia,” I breathed, parting my legs slightly as his fingers trailed higher up my thigh.

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️