Vows With The Billionaire Mafia Novels & Stories

My men kept moving, landing several punches to his face until his entire face was swollen. I stepped closer and crouched down so we were eye level. I grabbed his throat firmly so my nails could dig into his skin, he was struggling but I didn’t care. “You betrayed me,” I said angrily. “And you know in this world, that has a price.” “Ye.s but… I’m… so..rry–” Voss tried to beg, reaching forward to grab my shirt but I wasn’t falling for his petty schemes. His family had been very loyal to my father when he was still ruling as the Mafia Don, so when I took over from him. I agreed to work with him because in this world, loyalty carried more power than blood ever did.

“Straight to the point, as always. You did me dirty when you reported me to the police. I lost all my funds, you know, love. Zara swallowed. “What do you want? She asked again, her voice trembling. “I need money. Five hundred thousand. By tomorrow.” Her heart stopped. “What?” “You heard me. Half a million. You owe me, Zara. Don’t make me remind you what you used to do for me.” His tone sharpened, a blade against her throat even over the phone. "I'm sure you don't want the cops to know what you did. Or that guard of yours." He sneered at the last part. Her throat went dry. “I—I don’t have that kind of money.”

I was ridden with the joy that comes with getting married to the person you love. When you’re twenty-three and getting married, it may seem like the best thing happening to you. Everyone was excited, including my father – Danielo Mahonnas – which was an unnatural thing, considering how strict and hardened the man is. But Rafael is a Conti, the son to my father’s second-in-command and in the Mafia society my family belonged to – The Vices – it is always smiled upon when there is a marriage between the children of the mafia lords. So we all prepared for the wedding that was supposed to be the biggest in Newark this year. The Mahonnas and The Contis, a match made in the mafia heaven, a combinat

However, I regretted the idea of planning anything along her side a while after I started and she grew pickier than ever. “Well, if you’re going to do something that matches what you did on her wedding, believe me, the other mafia families are going to start calling you to organize their events” Vladimir complimented. I smiled and ran my finger over his jawline, gently scratching his scruff “just be safe for me, and let me know if you need anything; I’ll be sure to provide it” “I know and I’ll never doubt that” I whispered “I love you” “And I love you, my gorgeous malyshka”

I placed my hand in his, trembling, and he guided me into the chair. The ritual continued. I could barely hear the words of the oaths, too focused on the weight of Alessandro’s presence beside me, the way the men watched us both as though measuring, judging. When his blood was spilled on the saint’s image, the silence deepened binding us all in something ancient and terrifying. Then came the moment I feared the most. The officiant turned towards us. “Seal the bond. With a kiss.” My stomach tightened. My first instinct was panic—hundreds of mafia men, Alessandro’s cold eyes, Ginevra’s venomous glare drilling into me from the crowd.

She was never meant to find out. Twenty-three-year-old Velma Moretti has spent her entire life believing she is the cherished daughter of one of the most powerful mafia families in New York. Everything changes the night she overhears a conversation she was never meant to hear. She isn’t a daughter, she’s a bargaining chip. To prevent a bloody war between rival syndicates, Velma is promised to Izaak Volkov — the feared heir of a Russian mafia empire known for brutality, violence, and absolute loyalty. Izaak wants nothing to do with a political marriage. Velma wants nothing to do with him. Unfortunately, neither of them gets a choice. Forced into a marriage designed to secure peace, th

That alone has multiplied our enemies and shrunk our allies. Then there’s the darker business, the one my father built and led long before I took over. The one that unites and shatters our family. The one my mother decided to wash her hands of, pretending she didn’t know what kind of blood paid for her diamonds. My sister still lives in blissful ignorance, running her charities, thinking we’re the good guys. But there’s nothing good about The Seven. America’s deadliest mafia network. A covert alliance of billionaires and bloodlines that rule everything beneath the polished surface of politics and power. Businessmen. Generals. Media tycoons. All puppeteers of chaos wearing clean suits and exp

It was everything I thought I wanted. I opened my mouth, prepared to accept his proposal and all that came with it. But at the last second, I faltered. Because deep down, I realized I didn't know this man at all. How could I make vows of forever to him? I looked down at the glittering ring on my finger, my heart and mind at war. Lexi's dire warnings about the man I thought I loved echoed in my mind. Declan had evaded my questions, neither confirming nor denying his mafia ties. But I knew the truth, of course, I knew the truth. How could I bind my life to such a man?

He still held my hand. "I know I'm a bad person. My hands and body have been stained with blood. Many breaths have ceased because of me. But there's one thing I can assure you. I don't kill innocent people. I have enemies, my father and I. But I will do my best to shield you from witnessing any heinous crimes because I will protect you from them. I'm a mafia leader, and I control everything related to drugs. I've tasted it, and I won't lie to you. Life, money, wealth are the battles. And I'm willing to leave all of that behind for a simple life with you. I'm ready to change for you, Felicia."

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.