Mafia Novels

At the grand funeral of the Old Boss, an ironclad decree was laid down: the mother of my husband's firstborn son would inherit the entire mafia empire. But before the ashes were even cold, my best friend Serena appeared in a hospital gown, cradling a newborn boy. She slapped a DNA paternity report against my chest. "Sign the divorce papers, and vanish." My in-laws, who had always despised my three years of barrenness, immediately rejoiced and flocked to Serena's side. They cursed me for being a useless wife and ordered the Syndicate soldiers to drag me out of the estate empty-handed. When I desperately pulled out my ultrasound report to prove I was finally pregnant, my father-in-law actually drew his silver-plated revolver and aimed it directly at my stomach. He ordered his men to drag me to a back-alley clinic for a forced abortion, claiming I was unfit to bear the Don's true heir. I looked at the toxic family surrounding me, my heart turning to absolute ice. For years, I had treated Serena like a sister, and I had served this family with perfect loyalty, yet they were ready to murder my unborn child for a lying usurper. I wiped the blood from my brow and let out a cold, mocking laugh. Instead of begging for mercy, I ordered the family doctor to pull up the raw diagnostic files from Serena's delivery, ready to show them exactly what kind of defective "heir" they were risking their lives for.

My fiancé, the golden boy of the ruthless Blackwood Syndicate, smirked and asked if I could tell him apart from his identical twin brother right before our wedding. The moment he spoke, a terrifying memory of my own murder flashed before my eyes. In that timeline, I chose him. He used his twin as a stand-in for our sacred vows so he could secretly run off with his mistress. When his mistress later died in a tragic shipwreck, he went mad with grief and blamed me. He dragged me to the roof of a casino and threw me off, screaming that my existence had sealed her fate. "You should have known it was a game!" he roared as he pushed me over the edge. As I plummeted to my death, I saw another man jump off the roof after me, desperately reaching out to catch me in mid-air. I didn't understand why my fiancé would make such a sick wager with our marriage, or why he would murder me when my hand in marriage was the only thing that made him Don. And I had no idea who the man was that willingly shared my brutal death. Blinking back to the present reality of the dressing room, I looked at my arrogant fiancé and his silent, lethal twin. This time, I walked right past the golden boy and threw my arms around the shadow.

As a pawn in her father's world of loyalty and blood, Rosalia Capello was never meant to belong. Raised far from her family's dangerous roots, she thought she understood the rules until one secret encounter with Dominic De Laurentiis shattered everything. Now, caught between the cold, calculating Vincenzo De Laurentiis and the reckless, passionate Dominic De Laurentiis, Rosalia is drawn into a dangerous game of power, desire, and vengeance. Every choice could ignite a war, and every secret could destroy her. Her body may belong to one man, but her heart has always bled for another. In a world where love is forbidden, loyalty is tested, and the truth could cost everything, Rosalia must decide.

Dakota's life was stolen from her, and her family was destroyed by a nameless gang leader for reasons unknown to her. Every day, she endures humiliation in the form of sexual torture from him. Every day, her hatred for him grows, yet so does her desire for him. Dakota couldn't understand how it was possible to loathe and at the same time crave the man who ruined her life. But that was her reality. Every time the monster of a man comes close to her, her body aches for his, and her soul calls out to his. Dakota wonders if she's broken. But how broken does one have to be to crave the one person who destroyed her world and everyone in it? Wanna find out? Then dive in! Read this without expectations, but prepare to be shocked. Expect multiple plot twists that'll leave your jaw on the floor.

I believed marrying Hudson Yale, the most ruthless mafia Don in Los Angeles, would keep my daughter safe. That illusion shattered when he suspended me from a steel beam and ordered his men to whip me until my back bled. My only crime was that my six-year-old daughter and I wore white dresses, a color exclusively reserved for his precious niece, Hazel. While I was locked in a dark basement, Hazel tortured my little girl, forced her to jump off a concrete roof, and casually showed me the video of her death. When I screamed in agony, Hudson didn't care. He kicked me down a flight of marble stairs just to protect Hazel. Because Hazel was diagnosed with leukemia, he even issued a Don's Command for me to donate my bone marrow to save her. When I secretly poisoned my own marrow rather than save my daughter's murderer, he allowed his doctors to inject me with necrotic toxins every single day. I didn't understand why his blind loyalty to his niece meant my parents and my child had to die. Why was I forced to sacrifice my own life and dignity for the monster who destroyed my entire world? But Hudson made one fatal mistake. He always dismissed my maiden name, Cole, as just a common civilian coincidence. He didn't know I was actually the biological sister of Callan Cole, the terrifying Boss of the New York Cosa Nostra. Wiping the blood from my mouth, I dialed my brother's encrypted number. "Help me kill them all."

While I looked at the sonogram of our unborn child, my husband-the Don of the Falcone syndicate-handed me a blood-stained business card and ordered me to have an abortion. He claimed our five-year marriage was a lie, a meticulously crafted pageant designed to keep me compliant while he secretly wed the girl I had rescued from a trafficking ring years ago. He shoved a wad of cash into my chest, mocking me for being the daughter of the woman who destroyed his family, and told me to get the procedure done so I could return home to cook dinner for his new bride. When I tried to beg for the man I thought I knew, he laughed, shoved me into the path of his armored SUV, and left me bleeding on the pavement to be collected like refuse. As I lay in the dirt, my phone buzzed with a message from his top Capo, celebrating the end of the Don's five-year deep-cover performance with the "mistress's daughter." I stared at the screen, the agony of my physical wounds eclipsed by the realization that my entire existence had been a sadistic game of vengeance. I needed to know how deep this betrayal went and exactly how much of my body he had already stolen for his sick loyalty tests. With my mother's help, I exposed his family's darkest secrets to the world, and as the sirens wailed, I jumped from the balcony to ensure he would never own me again.

My husband froze my cards in front of Chicago's most ruthless mobsters. Then he let his mistress smash a bottle of wine at my feet-and ordered his men to strip me if I couldn't pay. The room laughed. They called me a useless trophy wife. They had no idea what I had done for him in the shadows. No idea that I wasn't begging for mercy-I was buying time. I borrowed a burner phone and made one call. They thought they were humiliating me. They had thirty minutes to learn just how wrong they were.

My baby's father wants me dead. I didn't ask to carry a mobster's baby. But he never gave me a choice. The man who gave me my son stole my innocence in return. And now, his Bratva brother is coming to finish what he started. Viktor Kornilov is a cold-blooded beast. His name alone makes my blood run cold. But his cruel touch makes my heart beat faster and faster. We're trapped in a high-stakes game of lies and violence. One wrong move, and he'll take my son away. So when he gives me his sinful offer -become his fake wife or become his latest victim- The only answer I can give is yes.

I found my angel. Then I broke her wings. Alexis should've never set foot in my world. Men like me stain girls like her. We take their innocence and tear it to shreds. She thinks she's tough. She thinks she can handle me. But she doesn't know just how deep my darkness goes. It was for the best that I claimed her for a night and left her behind. Anything more than that would have been cruel. I thought I'd seen the last of Alexis Wright. So imagine my surprise two years later when the door to my office opens... And she walks in. The girl I ravaged. The girl I devoured. Now that's she's in front of me again, I have just two questions for her: First-what is she doing here? And second... What does she mean, "our baby"?

Alekseiev bratva My enemy's daughter. My unprotected bride. Allison thinks that this is a fair world, that justice exists. I'm here to show her there is no such thing as innocence. In my world, it's might makes right. Kill or be killed. And I've caused my fair share of bloodshed. But when I discover her with an innocent man's blood on her hands, We both know that there's only one way out of this mess: On her knees before me. So I give her an offer she cannot refuse. Become my wife. Carry my baby. Or prepare to suffer the consequences.

I handed the man I loved a positive pregnancy test, expecting the silver engagement ring I had spent years saving up for. Instead, Ryan shoved a marriage certificate inscribed with another woman's name in my face. He told me he needed her mafia family's backing to become a Capo, and our unborn child was a liability. Before I could even process the betrayal, his hand clamped around my throat. He slammed me against the fridge and forced a pill down my throat. As I collapsed in a pool of my own blood, screaming in agony, he pulled out his phone. He calmly recorded my battered, bleeding body to prove his loyalty to his new wife, Victoria. Later that night, they dragged me into an exclusive underworld club. Victoria and her clique poured scalding coffee on me, kicked my ribs, and played the audio of what he did to me for everyone to laugh at. Ryan watched me bleed with eyes entirely devoid of remorse. I lay on the cold marble floor, completely broken. The boy who had protected me from the streets since we were kids had become a monster, trading my life and our child for a taste of real power. Just as they raised their phones to broadcast my final humiliation to the underworld, the heavy double doors swung open. Don Victor Vance, the city's most terrifying syndicate boss, parted the sea of abusers. He fell to his knees, weeping as he pulled my bleeding body into his arms. I managed a weak smile. "Dad, you came."

I'll keep her safe from everything... except myself. I'm a billionaire mob boss with a thirst for power. She's a broken girl fleeing from a past she can't escape. We were never meant to be. But fate wouldn't take no for an answer. A one-night-stand lit the fire. An unexpected baby turned it into an inferno. Now, we're both trapped by the flames. Trapped in this dance. Trapped in the darkness. She says she's not afraid of me. But the more she learns, The more she realizes... She should be.

I stood at the altar, about to marry Enzo, a notorious and bloodthirsty Mafia Capo. Suddenly, my own mother stormed the blood-red carpet, hurling illicit photographs at my face to frame me as a woman of scandalous ruin. She screamed to the armed guests that I was ruined, and pulled out my hidden, "pure" twin sister Sienna to take my place. Enzo immediately discarded me, possessively taking Sienna's hand and announcing her as his real bride. But he didn't let me go; he dragged me into a soundproof room, his eyes scanning my face like a surgeon evaluating a transplant. That was when I learned the horrifying truth: my mother and sister had sold me. Enzo didn't want a wife; he wanted a perfect donor for a procedure to restore his scarred childhood sweetheart, and I was just the backup spare. For years, I had scrubbed floors and surrendered my youth to pay off my mother's crushing medical debts. I couldn't believe my own family had faked the illness just to drain my blood, only to hand me over to a monster's operating table for a massive wire transfer. But before Enzo could take my face, the ruling Don raided the estate, exposing the hidden underground lab where Sienna had already lost her life. Looking at my bankrupt mother begging on her knees in the dirt days later, I didn't feel a shred of pity. "You signed the contract." I stepped around her sobbing form and got into the Don's car, completely dead to my toxic past.

For three years, I was locked inside a mafia black site, enduring daily electroshock therapy and forced chemical cocktails. I truly believed I was losing my mind, until my fingers brushed against a hidden wiretap taped beneath the treatment table. The recorded voices belonged to my husband and my biological brother. "Turn her into a mindless vegetable before Friday, so I can legally seize her proxy votes." It turned out I was never sick. My late father, the legendary Don, had left me a controlling stake in the syndicate, locked in an offshore trust that would thaw in exactly seven days. To steal my inheritance, the two men I trusted most conspired to fry my brain into a wet pulp. My husband even let his secret mistress parade through the asylum, mocking my emaciated, scar-covered body. They dragged me back to the family estate, starving me in a damp storage room and threatening to bring the shock machines to my bedroom if I didn't sign over the territories. Every time I had fought back over the years, they used my agony as irrefutable proof of my insanity, strapping me down tighter and turning the dial higher. They didn't want to cure me; they wanted to completely erase me. But my father had foreseen their bottomless greed and built an untouchable legal fortress for me. Looking at the jagged date branded into my wrist, I knew exactly what I had to do. I dropped to my knees, slapped my own face hard, and played the perfect, broken lunatic. I just had to survive the next seven days, and then I would take back my throne and bury them all.

I'm caught between a mob boss and a madman. I was drowning in debt with no way to get out. All I had left was my body... Until Vin took that from me, too. He offered me protection from my abusive ex. And saying no to Vin was never an option. Now, I'm at the mercy of a mob boss. A vicious killer, with a kiss as filthy as his reputation. Nights in his bed are spent stripping bare, bending at the waist, and doing EXACTLY as I'm told. And days by his side are spent seeing a criminal underworld I never knew existed. For a moment, I thought this was my life now: Existing only for the mobster's pleasure. But then my ex came back to finish the job he started, and I remembered: This nightmare is far from over.

In our family, my sister Isabella was the prized mafia princess, while I was the secret daughter kept in the basement and treated like a stray dog. After I accidentally scalded my hand with boiling espresso from sheer exhaustion, my mother didn't even look at my severe burns. Instead, she violently shoved me into a plaster wall just to make sure Isabella's silk dress was clean. To make matters worse, my parents calmly announced they were selling me as a cheap bride to an old Chicago boss to pay off my father's gambling debts. The buyer was a ruthless wolf who had already collected life insurance on three dead wives. Isabella faked delicate tears in front of the syndicate guests, but gave me a venomous smirk the moment they looked away. I was thrown back into the dark storage closet to wait for my doom, my blistered hand throbbing in pure agony. I didn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so deeply, casting me to a murderer while giving Isabella the entire world. I was absolutely terrified of dying slowly at the hands of a monster who bought me just to settle a debt. With a cold certainty pressing in, my trembling fingers pulled out a mysterious burner phone I had found in the trash. I pressed the call button, dialing Dante Falcone, the deadliest Don in New York. "Are you truly looking for me?" I whispered into the receiver, praying he would claim me before my family could destroy me.

For five years, I was the underground lawyer and secret shield for Julian, the city's most ruthless Mafia Don. I managed his legitimate fronts and even washed his mother's blood off my hands during the turf wars. Then, an embossed wedding invitation slid across my desk. The gold-leaf name next to his was not mine, but Serena's—the innocent new associate he had ordered me to mentor. I hacked into his family's encrypted archives and uncovered a mafia blood pact. He had signed his life over to her family for weapons three years ago, right when he was promising to crown me as his Queen. He had been lying to me every single day since. When I confronted him with the printed proof, he didn't even look guilty. "The marriage is business," he told me coldly, demanding my obedience. "You are the woman I keep." I stared at the man I had bled for. I had lived in a suffocating safe house, keeping federal agents from his door, believing every lie he fed me. Yet to him, my five years of absolute devotion meant nothing. He just expected me to remain a secret mistress in a gilded cage while he paraded another woman around. I slapped him across the face and dropped my ironclad severance agreement on his desk. Then, I walked straight out and sent an encrypted engagement proposal to Silas Russo, his deadliest rival Don. This time, I was going to legally strip his empire bare.

My mother divorced my father, the ruthless Don of the Mafia, to give us a peaceful, normal life. She married Victor, a man who presented himself as the perfect, harmless civilian husband. But the moment they tied the knot, Victor manipulated her into exiling me to a boarding school dorm. He took over my bedroom for his own son and secretly dismissed me as just a "dumb teenager." What my mother didn't know was that her new husband was a desperate rat drowning in cartel debt. He quickly drained her life savings and secretly added his name to our estate's deed, planning to mortgage our home to the underworld. When I refused to let him use my name for his schemes, my mother blindly defended him. "He is your stepfather, show some respect!" I had to stand by and watch this parasite track dirt across my life and steal the very roof that once protected us. He thought I was just an easy obstacle, a helpless kid he could easily trample on to save his own skin. But he forgot whose blood runs in my veins. I stepped out into the cold wind and pulled out my encrypted burner phone. I dialed the man whose mere name is enough to keep the city's police chief awake at night. "Dad," I said to the Boss of the Cosa Nostra. "It is time."

A mob boss killed her family. Now, he's sent me to finish the job. Roman Lucy is an innocent girl – orphaned by a terrible tragedy. Then she sees me kill a man in cold blood. I can't let a witness roam free. But I can't bring myself to kill something so innocent and beautiful. She wants revenge on the mob boss who stole her family. I can help her... under one condition: As long as she's here, I'm going to make her MINE.

She's my fake wife, my property... and my last chance at redemption. She's beautiful. An angel. I'm dangerous. A killer. She's my fake bride for a single reason – so I can crush her father's resistance. But marrying Eve brings me far more than I bargained for. She's fiery. Feisty. Won't take no for an answer. She makes me believe that I might be worth redemption. Until I discover a past she's been hiding from me. One that threatens everything. Now, I know that our wedding vows are not enough. I need to make sure she's mine for good. A baby in her belly is the only way to seal the deal. And in the end, the Bratva always gets what it wants. A don's daughter is sold to a ruthless Bratva kingpin in this full-length mafia romance from author Nicole Fox. Eve wants desperately to escape a marriage she never asked for... but Luka isn't about to let his newest prize go free. Taming the girl might cost him everything. The question is: Is she worth it?