Through Smoke And Steel: A Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲 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.

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

Dante's POV The hallways reeked of smoke and betrayal. I stepped out of the room with my gun firm in my hand, the chaos around me roaring like an angry beast. Flames licked the walls from somewhere in the distance. People screamed, bullets cracked, the ceiling groaned as if the whole place was ready to collapse on itself. I didn’t walk fast. In the mafia world, fast steps get you killed. I walked slowly, careful, every muscle tense, finger ready on the trigger. My eyes scanned corners, shadows, doors half-open. This wasn’t just chaos, it was a graveyard waiting to swallow names.

“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.

I then placed my hands together and cracked them. Joy took two instinctive steps back while looking at me warily. “What are you planning to do, Alania?” I smiled. Then, right before Joy’s panicked gaze, I brought my hand up and slapped her. “This is for being ungrateful and using evil to repay my parents’ kindness!” Slap! “This is for having ulterior motives and being a mistress!” Slap! “And this is for being ruthless and treating other people’s lives like dirt!” Slap! Slap! Slap!

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.

DON’S P.O.V (A MONTH AND TWO WEEKS AGO) (The day of Claire’s Capture) “Capo, the last of the girls have being shipped outside of the country” I took in one last drag at my cigar before throwing it to the floor and crunching out the lights with my foot. The last drag burnt my throat in that pleasing and pleasurable way making me realize how much I’ve missed the burning sensation. The only time I get to smoke is when I’m alone or at the Mafia house. Just anywhere that isn’t home. Elyse would nearly nag me to death if I smoke at home and I knew better than to incur that little spitfire’s wrath.