Mafia Novels

For five years, I was married to the most feared Mafia Don in New York. But my husband's heart only had room for one woman: my fragile, manipulative half-sister, Siena. He constantly used his absolute authority to protect her, even forgetting my deadly genetic allergy just to cater to her meals. The ultimate betrayal came during a hostage exchange with a rogue faction at the freezing East Docks. The kidnapper pressed a gun to Siena's head and demanded a one-for-one trade. The Mafia Queen for the sweet civilian. My husband and my son didn't hesitate for a single second. "Walk forward, Tessa," Cassio commanded, his voice devoid of any hesitation. "Go save my aunt!" my young son screamed from the car. I was shoved toward the ruthless mobsters and dragged onto their idling smuggling boat. When I looked back, Cassio was hurriedly wrapping his warm coat around Siena's shivering shoulders. He didn't look at me. Not even once. In that freezing rain, I finally realized my absolute worthlessness. I was never a wife or a mother; I was just a disposable bargaining chip. Memories of a past life suddenly flooded my mind—a life where I withered away in a cage, dying alone while Cassio stood over my hospital bed and whispered his final words. "I wish I had met Siena first." I looked down at the freezing, black ocean churning below the edge of the boat. An underground extractor had already prepared my new identity in Switzerland. With a sudden jerk, I ripped my arm out of the mobster's grip and stepped backward off the edge of the boat. This time, I chose to live for myself.

Jasmine Hart thought her last night at the Red Velvet would finally be the end of a three year debt. She thought she'd finally be free, instead she woke to her last client lifeless in her bed. Suddenly, she became the prime suspect in the murder of Adrian Graves, a powerful politician who runs half the city. With her bail set at $50,000, Jasmine is sure she'll rot in jail. Until her bail is anonymously paid and she's released. Jasmine barely makes it home before she's kidnapped by a strange man. That man is Alexander Moore, a ruthless mafia boss. He reveals he paid her bail, he says he took her to protect her and the situation is much bigger than she thinks. Jasmine is terrified, she wonders why a man like him would want to protect her, until he tells her the truth. Adrian Graves isn't dead.

Three years ago, I used my family's tech empire to marry Damien Moretti, a ruthless mafia Underboss. I naively thought my devotion could melt his frozen heart. But a year ago, he paraded his mistress at our family gala just because she had the face of his dead ex. When my pathetic jealousy boiled over and I stabbed him with a letter opener, he didn't kill me. Instead, he banished me to the freezing, decaying West Wing of his estate. For a whole year, I was locked away like a ghost. He flaunted his mistress, orchestrated a hostile takeover of my family's company, and let his maids treat me like garbage. When I knelt outside his door begging for a divorce, he just gripped my jaw and delivered a death sentence. "The only way you leave this family is in a coffin." The naive girl who begged for his love died in that cold room. I finally realized I was nothing but a profitable ledger entry to him. When he finally opened my door again, expecting to see a broken prisoner, I slapped him across his bleeding face. "The deal is done. I want a divorce." I walked straight out into the freezing Chicago rain, secretly swallowed a bottle of emergency contraceptives to kill any chance of carrying his heir, and prepared to tear up his mafia rules myself.

In the roaring flames of the abandoned warehouse, my skin blistered and peeled. Through the crackling fire, my sister Elara's malicious voice echoed. She told me my husband, Damien, was dead, and it was all my fault. For years, I had treated Damien like a monster. I fought him, threw tantrums, and desperately tried to escape our marriage, all because I blindly followed Elara's advice. "Remember, the harder you fight, the more disgusted he'll get." She texted me things like that, telling me to smash vases over his head and run away, claiming she was protecting me. In reality, she was poisoning my mind, stealing my valedictorian spot at university, and plotting to crawl into my billionaire husband's bed. My foolish rebellion cost me everything, ultimately leading to Damien's tragic death and my own fiery end. As the massive explosion tore my consciousness to shreds, I finally understood who truly loved me and who the real monster was. I died suffocating on my own agonizing regret, wishing I could tear Elara apart. Then, a rush of freezing air punched into my lungs. I opened my eyes to the crisp scent of cedar and mint. I was back seven years ago, on the very night our marriage was supposed to go to hell. This time, looking at Damien's flawless, unscarred face, I didn't push him away. I wrapped my arms around his neck and made a silent vow: I would make every single person who ever hurt him bleed.

Santino Adriano rules the Mezzanotte clan with ruthless control. Olivia Morozov belongs to the Bratva, a world that should make her his enemy. She was never meant to be his, but one dangerous attraction pulls them together, and neither can walk away. Now two powerful families stand between them, loyalty and desire are at war, and every stolen moment could cost them everything.

I spent the night with a stranger... Who got me pregnant... And turned out to be my boss... Whoops, sorry, did I say "boss"? I meant a MOB boss. To be fair, I didn't know he was my boss when I slept with him. I thought he was just the kind stranger offering me a place to stay. But one night in Misha Orlov's hotel room got me way more than I bargained for. It got me champagne that tasted like starlight. Satin sheets as soft as a dream. And a man with silver eyes who showed me how it felt to come undone. And then, in the morning... He was gone. That's I needed to get my life together anyway. After all, my ex-not-quite-husband (it's a long story) just emptied all our bank accounts and disappeared, taking my home and my money and my job with him. So I'm starting from a blank slate. I find myself a new apartment. A new job. And I put both Misha and my husband behind me. At least, I thought I did. Until Day 1 of orientation. When I learn that Misha Orlov is my new boss. That's bad enough. What's worse is what came next. A car crash. A doctor's appointment. And two pieces of unsettling news. Congratulations, the doctor says. You're pregnant. Congratulations, Misha says. You and I are getting married.

"I didn't ask for any of this." "Neither did I... but you walked into my world anyway." Melissa Grant believed in love the way fairy tales promised it, gentle, loyal, and safe. Until the night everything shattered. Betrayed by the boy she trusted and the friend she defended, she walks away from the life she knew straight into darkness she was never meant to survive, then she meets him. Adriano Rossi. Feared across the city as The Devil, a mafia king who built his empire on blood, power, and silence. Cold, untouchable, and dangerously precise, he was never supposed to notice someone like her, let alone want her, but one night changes everything, and a truth that refuses to stay buried. Because Melissa isn't just an innocent girl caught in the wrong place... she is the key to secrets powerful enough to burn empires to the ground. Her past is tied to a hidden crime legacy, her future entangled in a war she never chose, and her heart trapped between the life she lost and the man who could destroy her or save her completely. In a world where love is a weapon and trust is a weakness, one question remains: When the Devil wants you... do you run, or do you fall?

I was the Mafia Queen of the Castillo family, but I died like a dog in the damp underground interrogation room. My sweet, fragile sister Chiara lured me into the cells, only to wrap a garrote wire tightly around my throat. As the wire sliced into my windpipe and I choked on my own blood, a small figure stepped out of the shadows. It was my ten-year-old son, Leo. He watched his mother being strangled to death with cold, dead eyes, his past words echoing in my dying mind. "I don't want a weak commoner for a mother! I wish Aunt Chiara gave birth to me!" Chiara pulled the wire tighter, her mask of innocence melting into a grotesque, triumphant sneer. "You never deserved him, Siena. You never deserved the crown." I died in pure, suffocating agony, my soul screaming into the dark that if there was a next life, I would carve the flesh from their bones. Then, I jolted awake, my lungs gasping for air against expensive silk sheets. I wasn't in the bloody cells. I was in the luxurious Master Suite, and hovering over me was my ruthless husband, the Dark Don, Dante Castillo. I had been reborn. Leo was only a five-month-old baby sleeping down the hall, and tomorrow, my treacherous sister would arrive at the estate begging for sanctuary. This time, I won't play the weak, forgiving sister. I will make them beg for death.

"You are getting married, huh?" A shrill voice asked me from behind. "You don't look happy.' "It's a complicated situati..." He cut me off. "I can make you happy." My eyes darted between his lips and eyes, he noticed my indecision and locked his lips with mine. While battling with betrayal, Iris melts into a mafia's touch without knowing who he is. Now she must bear all the consequences that follow.

Serena would do anything to uncover the death of her parents, including sleeping with the most dangerous man in New York, Nero DeLuca. And he knows this, so he strings her along so he can see how far she's willing to go. *** "Get on your knees," Nero said, "You're my submissive, and you exist for the sole purpose of my pleasure. I don't tolerate defiance. When I say get on your knees, you get on your knees." "Yes," I replied as I got on my knees, hating how much his commanding tone turned me on. He put his finger under my chin and lifted it so I could look at him. "Yes, what?" "Yes, sir." "Good girl. Now get on the bed and show me that beautiful cunt. I want to see what it looks like before I destroy it with mine. Tonight, the whole of New York will know you belong to me. I'll not take anything less than you screaming my name, and by the time I'm done with you, you'll feel me between your legs for a week."

Bianca Rossi has spent three years dealing blackjack at the Bellissimo, working doubles to pay her mother's medical bills and keep her little brother in school. She has no time for love, no patience for rich men and no idea that the casino's owner the heir to the Moretti empire has been watching her from the shadows. Dante Moretti doesn't gamble. He takes. The moment he sees Bianca across a crowded table, he knows she's his. So he does what any possessive mafia heir would do: Pays off her debts, fires the pit boss who's been harassing her and informs her she's going to be his wife. Bianca is certain he's insane. Dante is certain he's never been more sane in his life. But the Moretti empire has enemies and the second Bianca wears Dante's diamond, she becomes a target. To keep her, he'll burn his rivals to the ground. To love him, she'll have to trust him with her life and her heart. All In is a sweet-and-salty, fast-burn mafia romance with a possessive hero, a steel-spined heroine, dirty-sweet heat and a guaranteed happily ever after.

Three years ago, Cindy disappeared without a trace. Her husband, Karen, one of the most feared men in the criminal underworld, believed his wife was dead. Then, on a stormy night, Cindy walks into a police station covered in blood with only one terrifying memory: "My husband is going to kill me." But Cindy cannot remember where she has been for three years-or why she disappeared. Karen claims she didn't escape from him. He claims she vanished. As fragments of Cindy's memories begin to return, she remembers blood, a locked room, and a terrible secret she may have buried herself. Did Cindy escape from her dangerous husband? Or did she disappear because of something far more terrifying?

Michael Carter is an undercover FBI agent on a mission to take down ruthless mafia king Fernando Ramírez-the man he believes killed his sister. But getting close to Fernando means playing a dangerous game, one where seduction and power blur the lines between enemy and lover. When Michael uncovers a shocking truth, his thirst for revenge turns into a fight for something far more dangerous-his own heart. Now, torn between duty and desire, he must decide: destroy the man he swore to take down or surrender to the one thing he never saw coming. Love has never been more lethal.

In the heart of a metropolis ruled by veiled violence and bloodline alliances, Princess Kseniya Alekseyevna Vorontsova finds herself trapped between the crushing weight of her heritage and the unwritten laws of the underworld. Heiress to a criminal empire, her existence has always been defined by duty, but her destiny is shattered when the delicate balance of power threatens to destroy everything. Amid courtly intrigues, family conspiracies, and secrets buried beneath tons of snow and gunpowder, she must navigate an emotional labyrinth where every choice could ignite a devastating war. Her heart is divided in a constant storm. On one side stand the four heirs of a powerful allied triad: the quadruplets whose lives have been intertwined with hers since childhood. Yaropolk, Svyatogor, Radimir, and Vesevold Romanov-Yusupov represent the nostalgia of shared days, childhood vows, and a devotion as blind as it is possessive. They grew up in her shadow, protecting her through marble halls and winter gardens, and now they use that shared intimacy to claim what they consider rightfully theirs. Each deploys a distinct art of seduction-from cold calculation to unrestrained passion-offering her dark promises, stolen caresses, and a safe refuge within a bed filled with danger. On the other side emerges a monumental and imposing figure: Yevpatii Vsevolodovich Volkov-Tverskoy, supreme lord of the Russian mafia, an influential and enigmatic oligarch years her senior whose very name inspires terror and awe in the underworld's most exclusive circles. Absolute master of financial networks, glass palaces, and invisible thrones, this man of impenetrable gaze sees in Princess Kseniya not just the key piece to consolidate his vast dominion, but the only pure desire his hardened soul yearns to possess. During the legendary underworld ball, amidst silk masks, string orchestras, and crystal flutes filled with vintage champagne, the tension thickens. He enfolds her in his web with promises of incalculable riches, chests of gold, jewels that would pale past empires, and an eternal love written in the language of absolute power and protection. The narrative blends political intrigue and criminal conspiracies with moments of deep nostalgia, where past memories collide with present desire. Without resorting to crude explicitness, the story emphasizes sensual tension, loaded gazes, stolen touches, and a game of dominance and surrender that leaves ample room for the reader's imagination. Between whispered confessions under the dim light of neoclassical mansions and pacts sealed in blood and silk, the princess must discover whether her destiny is to surrender to the shared devotion of her past or yield to the protective sovereignty of the shadow that rules all.

"Rinascere dalle proprie ceneri" To be reborn from one's own ashes. Anastasia was murdered the same night she found out her boyfriend was getting married to his older brother's widow. She came back to life and decided to change things. A voice told her that it was Sergio that sent the killer after her but she wouldn't believe it. But when she thinks everything is over, Sergio turns around and threatens her to stay away from him and his fiancé. She wants to know the truth and needs a reason to stay closer to him. Sergio's uncle was back in town and needed to stop Sergio from doing something that would harm the family. No one knows this but him. He meets his nephew's ex. They exchange a few kisses. He proposed and she said yes. And neither of them know they have a plan behind it. Read more to find out......

Four years ago, Maya Belladonna was discarded and left for dead after a tragic home invasion that ended with the assassination of both her parents. Once a shy and timid girl who was the apple of her parents' eye, Maya has evolved into a lioness, hungry for blood and determined to find her parents' killer, one way or another. By hook or by crook. Amidst it all, she crosses paths with Zakhar Mikhail, the coldest, most powerful, and feared Bratva boss. She hates him. He hates her even more. But fate keeps playing its annoying tricks, pulling them closer and closer with every passing day. In a world of lies, secrets, tears, and betrayal, where hatred turns into obsession, truth turns into lies, and trust turns into rejection, the shadows of the past begin to creep back into their lives. Will Maya and Zakhar find a way to hold on to their love, or will revenge get the upper hand? Sometimes, love isn't enough. Or is it?

Two families at war. One marriage for peace. Many lies to hide the truth. Alessia Moretti did not marry Lucien Valenti because she loved him; she married him to get information. As the daughter of the Moretti leader, she believes the Valentis killed her brother, Enzo. Now, she is living in their home, ready to destroy their business from the inside. Lucien Valenti is a man of secrets. He knows his wife is a spy, and he is ready to play her game-until a person from the past returns with a warning: the real enemy is not the husband she lives with, but the father who forced her into the marriage. When a stolen file reveals "Project Veil"-a terrible medical plan paid for by her own family-Alessia is forced to work with the man she wanted to kill. From the expensive parties in Manhattan to the dark hallways of secret labs in Italy, Alessia and Lucien must deal with many betrayals. In the world of the Syndicate, the truth is more dangerous than a lie. And the truth is: some secrets are better left hidden.

I tried to quit. My boss said no. When you work for billionaire restaurateur Bastian Hale, every day is an exercise in endurance. He screams at you in front of half the staff? Endure. He tears your work to bits and tells you to start again? Endure. He surprises you shirtless in the office late one night? Endure... then go home and die of embarrassment. I've endured six years of Bastian Hale. I can endure anything. ... Until my doctor tells me I'm going blind in ninety days. Suddenly, enduring isn't the goal anymore. Living is. Seeing everything I can before the lights go out forever. And that means one thing: quitting the job that's consumed my entire adult life. There's just one problem: Bastian doesn't accept my resignation. Instead, he shreds my letter to pieces... Offers me a million dollars to stay... And vows to make my last ninety days of sight worth remembering. The man is arrogant. Brutal. Cold as the walk-in freezer. But his hands are warm. And in the dark, he teaches me things my eyes never could. I wanted one last look at the light. I got a taste of the dark instead.

I got pregnant from a one-night-stand. I wasn't going to tell the father... Until I walked into the office and found out he's my new boss. Here's some advice: Don't sleep with your boss. Here's some more: Don't sleep with your married boss. And while I'm at it: Don't sleep with your married, dangerous, billionaire, completely-incapable-of-feeling boss, because all he's going to do is break your heart and your body and leave you to cry in the ashes. But I've never been good at taking my own advice. In my defense, I didn't know that Nikolai Zhukova was any of those things when we met. I just thought he was the gray-eyed sinner in first class. And when I started having a panic attack at the sudden turbulence, I thought he was the kind soul calming me down. But Nikolai is the farthest thing from kind. He's cruel, he's powerful, he's arrogant. And now, according to the test in my hand... He's the father of my baby.

"Take them off yourself, or I will do it for you." Ten sessions. Two hundred thousand dollars. Her brother's life for her body. Dr. Avery St. Clair signed a contract in blood. To save her family, she has to fix the mind of Obsidian City's most feared monster, Dominic Kessler. He's a Mafia Don rotting from the inside out. A bullet gave him C-PTSD and a touch so sensitive he can't stand being touched. Avery is the only antidote who can calm him down. So he locked her in his villa. But Dominic is playing a game he's already lost. He doesn't know Avery is the woman from seven years ago. The stranger who saved him on that dark gambling ship and disappeared before sunrise. He doesn't know the scar on his wrist is burned into her memory. And most of all, he doesn't know the autistic little girl hiding in her clinic is his own daughter. While Avery hides the truth behind her professional mask, their little girl feels his every nightmare. Every flashback. Every crack in his monster mask. When the secrets finally come out, his empire will fall. He'll lose his sight. His throne. The only woman who ever made him feel human. To win her back, he'll have to destroy the monster he became. And help her burn down the man who murdered her parents. She won't make it easy. This is not a love story. It's a monster learning to beg. Why read this? Obsessive Mafia Hero Secret Baby with an Autistic and Gifted Daughter Identity Reveal "Touch Her And You Die" Energy Massive Groveling and Revenge A Heroine Who Fights Back No Cheating. Happy Ending Guaranteed.