Novel & Cerita Through Smoke And Steel: A Mafia Romance

"Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty.

Tous les Mêmes by Stormae TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains, SA, r*pe, abuse, violence, gore, explicit sexual content/smut, drug use. profanity, trauma and toxic masculinity. This is a mafia romance, with a pinch of humor here and there. This book is not meant to be standalone. This is a mafia book that may contain a lot of fluff for entertainment purposes. You've been warned. Enjoy. ;) Oh! And also, feel free to leave your thoughts in the comment/reviews.

Rocco The first thing I saw was the smoke. Black, thick, curling up into the air like a shroud over a funeral. My fingers closed over the wheel, my jaw locking as I pumped the accelerator harder. The fire had spread fast—too fast. This was no accident. It was a bloody message. She flung open the door, her feet on sidewalk, her body a blur of motion as she headed directly into the fire. "Fiorella!" I yelled, but she wasn't listening.

A cool sense of comfort surrounds him, while I’m filled with so much dread. “You killed him!” I stare at him with disdain. He studies his cufflinks. “People die.” This man is evil. “You know, for a mafia’s daughter, you tend to faint a lot, and that’s inconvenient.” He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him, his eyes boring into my soul. “If you are going to be of any help in the deal, you need to toughen up. This is not your father’s house, and I don’t plan to go easy on you.”

I grabbed my smoothie from Nora and moved to leave, “Tell Dean he’s coming with me to the negotiation leave, Nora leave us.” His voice was cold, Matteo threw me a stiff smile as he turned to leave, “See you around, ma’am,” he said as he leaves. I gave him a wide smile. “I’ll be counting on that.” Only then did I turn to leave until my husband’s voice stopped me. “You seem to have far too much time on your hands, smiling at my men, playing friend, Are you that desperate for attention?” I turned slowly, my blood boiling, “Well, seeing as I’m just the mafia wife who all she has do all her life is to lie on her back and birth your precious heirs, yes, I do have time.”

“Kai Rylan isn’t like Mateo. He’s… mafia. Organized crime. His world is dangerous.” I almost laughed. Dangerous. Like my life wasn’t already dangerous? “I don’t care,” I said. “You should care. People around him… bad things happen. The last caretakers didn’t stick around.” “Did he hurt them?” “Not physically, as far as I know. But he’s intense. Cold. Not easy to work for.” “Ethan, I get it. But I need this. I’ve got two days before I’m homeless. So unless you have a better option, I’ll take my chances with the mafia lord.”

Chapter 67: Blood In The Streets LUCIAN’S POV The air in the penthouse conference room hung thick with cigar smoke and tension, the Miami skyline a blur of neon through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I leaned back in my chair, my boots propped on the polished table, my Beretta resting on my thigh, its weight a quiet comfort. The men around me—syndicate bosses, smugglers, and enforcers—droned on about shipment routes and payoffs, their voices a dull hum against the storm raging in my head.

And that's all that mattered even if she was cursing me. . ____ A. Gupta Check out my completed books: Mafia Romance with dark, DARK Heroes: Bride to Be, CAGED, Twisted Marriage!! And another sweet, angsty, steamy book duo: His Broken Princess and His Steel Princess!!

“Mistakes? That’s a harsh word. I call them… experiments that went sideways.” Luca’s voice was sharp. “You lost the shipment, Gregory. Do you even understand what that means? Millions gone. Contracts broken. Blood owed.” “Blood owed, blood spilled, blood everywhere,” Gregory sang under his breath. “It’s the same song, different verse. The mafia’s playlist never changes.” “Do you want to die?” Marco snapped. “No,” Gregory said with a grin. “But if I do, I want to die smiling. At least I’ll look good in the coffin.”

She asked, bending her neck some type of sexy way but Luca was too busy burrowing his pocket for the key to even notice her sexy stance. “You know, there's no difference between a Mafia Lord and a common thief, both of them have the same roots but operate differently,” Luca chuckled, sliding the key into the door and turning it slowly, the way someone opens a room they’re not sure they want to see inside. The house looked untouched just like Carol had hinted earlier except for the fact that a thick, musky scent drifted toward him the moment he pushed the door open, it was a Cohiba cigar. Such a cigar wasn't the cheap knock-offs people smoked for show. It was the real ones, the kind only men