Through Smoke And Steel: A Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

Luciano’s car screeched to a halt in front of an abandoned factory. The building had been closed for ages, sitting on a barren street in the forgotten outskirts of the city. As he climbed out of the car, his movements fueled by a volatile mix of anger and urgency, the thick smoke trapped inside spilled out with him. The cigarette gripped between his fingers was still burning, a small, glowing ember in the daylight. Luca, who was already waiting there, hurried to greet him. Luciano didn’t even acknowledge the greeting; he simply took a long, deep drag of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke along with his question: "Where are they?"

🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲 Carlos's Pov- My father has been nagging at me since we arrived about meeting María. Something isn't quite right! I have this gut feeling he is up to something but I haven't been able to figure out what that something is as of yet. I swirled the ice around the inside of my glass, Even whiskey wouldn't set me at ease. Nicolas was dead, I made sure of it. But Maria, The sweet Princesa De la Mafia, had been through a traumatic event when she was supposed to be under my protection. I failed her, I failed and she had suffered for it.

I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to draw in a breath. Dante’s voice was quiet and dangerous, rough with warning as he said, “Because I missed you.” He directed a cold smirk at me as he added, "Little sister." _____ Hello, dear readers. I write Dark Romance- about mafia, bully, arrange marriage, obsessed anti-heroes that you'll always fall in love with. And the theme of this book is the same. But this is the first time I am writing a book with mmfm. And if you skipped the Introduction, please note, this book will be DARK, with various themes you might not be comfortable with. A. Gupta

He pressed the gun more to my waist making me let out a small gasp. "I am not only a billionaire kitten. I am also a mafia leader. And this crazy mafia wants you at any cost. And it will be better if you just submit to me or I have my own ways to make you do it." I flinched when I felt his cold lips on my warm neck. I tried to move away but he wrapped his one hand on my waist and other was still pressing the gun. "And you have no idea how dangerous and cruel my ways can be. And you just got a demo of your lovely friend laying on the bed half dead." His lips brushed against my earlobe making me moved a little in disgust.

And she had. She had been addicted… until she discovered another kind of obsession: mafia romance books. They drank in silence for a while, Mateo quietly suggesting ways to strike against Antonio. Vito rejected each idea, his sharp gaze cutting down every plan, until Milan finally spoke. “I can bring Antonio to you.” Almost immediately, both Mateo and Vito turned their eyes toward her, stunned. “What? You don’t believe I can?” she asked, smirking. Confidence and that familiar rebellious spark surged back within her, stronger than it had been in months.

He follows, grunting as he fills me once more, collapsing in a heap of sweat and blood. Hours pass like this...pauses for water, soft words whispered in the dark. "I love you, you know," he murmurs once, tracing my collar. Rare tenderness in our twisted dance. "Love you too, boss," I reply, meaning it. In mafia romance, it's blood and cum that bind. Dawn creeps, but we ain't done. One last round: him on his back, me riding him, leash in his grip. I bounce, muscles screaming, moaning loud.

"The alliance between our families was bought with Rafael's blood. We will not let that sacrifice be meaningless. In three days, Thalia Corsini will marry Dante Torrisi. The bond will hold." My father raised his glass. "To Rafael. And to the alliance." Everyone drank. I forced down the wine even though it tasted like ash. Dinner was served and people started talking in low voices, careful conversations that avoided mentioning the obvious. The murder. The investigation. The fact that everyone in this room was probably a suspect. I pushed food around my plate and tried to look like I was eating. Rosa leaned closer to me. "Dante will come around," she whispered. "He's angry now but it will pass

I wish to participate in this. You don't know what you are asking for. Frustration clearly on his face, he runs a hand through his hair. "Isabella, this is no game at all. Should you become involved, you could die. "I'm already engaged!” I counter, approaching closely and heart pounding. "Do you suppose I could simply overlook the reality that I wed a mafia boss? Things I have seen I cannot undo? You cannot shield me by excluding me! His eyes soften, only for a second, and I see the internal conflict all across his face. You are correct, but I cannot jeopardize your safety. Neither now nor ever.

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

After that, he would be successful in penetrating the Russian mafia. The pads of my palm stroked Marianna's hair gently, showering her with a lot of thanks in me. Her giving birth to Cael made me come back to my senses. Thank whoever made her fall into forced labor, might as well be Nina; every disappointment is a blessing after all. Her light snores captured my attention back to her, she is a very beautiful woman. Ecstatic that we ended up with each other, I didn't care what the world thought of us, we would pull through.