Mafia Novels

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?

"What if I don't want to go home?" "Then come with me." That single decision changed my life forever. Never in my life have I ever experienced what it means to be loved, not even when my father was still around. But it all became worse after he abandoned us. Morgana, my mom had never treated me like her own and as a result we always had heated arguments. After being saved from street hoodlums by the feared mafia leader, Sylvester Muskegon, i find myself living inside the mansion of the most dangerous mafia family in the city. Cold-hearted killers. Powerful brothers. Deadly secrets. Yet behind their terrifying reputations, they treat me like some little precious princess, especially Sylvester, the ruthless mafia king whose touch feels safer than home ever did. But becoming the Mafia's Princess comes with a deadly price. Because once the enemies of the Muskegons discover my existence, I'm no longer just an innocent girl caught in their world...i became their greatest weakness.

I elevated my husband, Julian, from a low-level mafia soldier to a powerful Underboss. I gave him money, power, and prestige, thinking I had found a loyal king to stand beside me. But I stumbled upon an anonymous underworld forum where a civilian woman was bragging about her three-year affair with him. She posted pictures of the bite marks he left on her and boasted about the luxury penthouse he bought her. When I slapped the divorce papers in front of him, he didn't apologize. Instead, he moved her into a safehouse right across the street, reassigned my personal guards to protect her, and allowed her to throw scalding soup in my face. Worse, he orchestrated a massive smear campaign against me. He coerced my own men to frame me for extortion, demanding I step down so his pregnant mistress could take my place. "You are simply too dominant, darling. A man must do what is necessary to protect his new family." He chuckled over the phone, threatening to ruin my family's operations if I didn't publicly kneel and apologize to her. He truly thought my love made me weak, using the very empire I built to cage me. But he forgot one crucial detail. Before I was his wife, I was the sole heir to the Falcone syndicate. I picked up my secure line to freeze every single one of his assets. It was time to show him what a real Vendetta looked like.

My ex-boyfriend did awful things to me. But running from him just made it worse. Because now I'm stuck at Ravenlake Academy with the only boy in this town who might be more dangerous than my ex... And he wants to break me in half. Caleb Wilson is gorgeous. Deadly. And very, very pissed off. But I need something from Caleb. Something only he can give me. So now, I'm at the mercy of a boy who's sworn to ruin me. I have one semester to change his mind.

I kidnapped her to break her. Now, I'll do whatever it takes to protect her. YURI In this business, you cannot afford to lose control. No emotions. No weakness. I've worked too f**king hard building my mob empire to let one feisty little girl ruin everything. But Bella refuses to fall in line. I've pushed my prisoner to her limits, and yet she will. Not. Break.She takes every savage kiss... Every cruel touch... And asks me if that's all I have to offer. Breaking her down will require breaking a rule of my own: Never, ever fall in love. But when Bella's senator father doesn't follow orders like we expect, things get more complicated. I'll need her help to take my rightful place on the throne of the city. And more time with her by my side means unleashing something inside me that cannot be contained again.

My BFF sent the hot stranger a voice note... Of me saying I want to climb him like a tree. And he just. Texted. Back. It's the dog's fault, really. If this untrained Great Dane I'm walking had any manners at all, I never would've ended up With my leash wrapped around the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. Lucky for me, the guy is a good sport about it. (Although his joke that "Dogs take after their owners" hits a little too close to home when Rufus starts humping his leg.) He leaves me with his business card and a smile that makes my knees weak. I'm still pinching myself as me and the bestie resume our walk. "Methinks you had a little crush on him," she accuses. Not thinking and a little flustered by the whole experience, I reply, "I'd wrap my legs around his waist tighter than that leash." THAT'S when she reveals that she'd been recording my response. THAT'S when she gives me the most devilish grin I've ever seen and says, "You're welcome." And THAT'S when she hands me my phone and reveals... She sent the recording to him. My heart is in my throat as those three little dots appear... Then a text. "PROVE IT."

What would you do if you walked in on your husband cheating? I'll tell you what I did: Ran out the door with nothing but the clothes on my back. A month later, I'm broke, jobless, almost homeless. But then, while filling in as a waitress at a fancy restaurant, I trip and land in the lap of a gorgeous stranger. One thing leads to another and we end up hooking up. Afterwards, he leaves. That's the end of that... right? WRONG. Because the next day, my temp agency sets me up for a job t hat seems too good to be true. But when I arrive for the interview, my jaw drops. It's the stranger. Turns out he's rich. Like, very rich. And powerful. Like, very powerful. And here's his offer: "Live in my house.Be my wife.Have my baby." Needless to say, I start to freak out. I stand up and stammer, "Um, I'll have to get back to you..." And he replies: "You're misunderstanding.It wasn't a question. You're not going anywhere."

I just crashed my car in the middle of nowhere. Luckily for me, someone showed up to save me. Unluckily for me, that person is a runaway criminal. Daniil Vlasov. He's six and a half feet of blue-eyed broodiness. He won't tell me a single thing about who he is or what he's doing out here. But it doesn't take a genius to realize this man screams danger. I do the only thing I can do: play along. That's how I end up as his fake fiancé. That's how I end up camping in the woods on a fake honeymoon. That's how I end up in his arms-experiencing something that is extremely NOT fake, if you know what I mean. And then, in the morning... He's gone. Or so I thought. But ten years later, there he is again: my husband for a night. And-although he doesn't know it yet... The father of our baby.

Seven years ago, my Mafia Underboss husband diverted our only rescue helicopter to his mistress. He left our five-year-old son to freeze to death in my arms on a freezing mountain. He believed I threw myself off the cliff with our boy's body that night. But I crawled out of the ice, changed my face, and spent seven agonizing years becoming the underworld's most ruthless extraction specialist. Tonight, Lucas—now the Don of the Regional Syndicate—stepped into my tactical outpost. He didn't recognize the heavily scarred woman standing before him. He threw a two-million-dollar contract on the table and threatened to slaughter my crew if I refused his command. The mission was to climb a cartel-held death pass to save a trapped girl before her oxygen ran out. That girl was his and his mistress's daughter—the very reason my son was left to die. How could the man who callously sacrificed his own flesh and blood now play the desperate, loving father? I stared at the arrogant Don and the fake tears of the mistress clinging to his arm, feeling the cold weight of my son's silver dog tag against my chest. "The Lena you knew is dead," I said, pulling the tag out for him to see. Today, I will drag him up that frozen peak, and he will finally pay his blood debt in the ice.

MY LIFE WAS ONE PERFECT LIE. UNTIL THE DON BURST IN AND TORE IT ALL APART. He broke into my clinic late one night and made me his. Nine months later, I'm on the side of the road giving birth-and who do I see stopping to help? The mobster. The monster. The man who made me beg for more-and then left before I ever got his name. He doesn't realize who I am. Where I'm from. What I've done. But I've got secrets that I'll die to keep safe from him. Starting with this: That's our baby in his arms.

Selena has spent her life as an outcast. Born a hybrid in a world that values strength and pure blood, she was never meant to belong. Rejected by her own pack and abandoned by the one man fate tied her to, she is forced to rebuild her life far from everything she once knew. In the human world, Selena finds something unexpected, a dangerous man who sees her not as a weakness, but as something worth protecting. With him, she begins to discover her strength, her worth, and a power within her that refuses to stay buried. But the past does not stay buried forever. When the man who once rejected her returns, demanding she come back to the life she was cast out from, Selena is caught between two worlds–and two men. One who broke her. One who rebuilt her. As her true power awakens and destiny begins to unfold, Selena must decide where she truly belongs. Will she return to the man who rejected her. Or choose the one who helped her become who she is?

One year ago, I did something unspeakable. Then I ran from the crime in a bloodstained wedding dress- Right into the arms of a man I was never supposed to meet. One thing leads to another, and before I know it... I'm his. I thought that would be the end of it. One night of bliss. One moment of passion. But I was wrong. Because a year from the day I collided with the Bratva don, he's back. And this time around, I'll have to tell him the truth: The baby in my arms is HIS.

Levushka Bratva They're coming to take her baby. They'll have to kill me first. She's an innocent maid. I'm a ruthless Bratva boss. She says she wants nothing to do with me. But in my world, when I want something, I take it. And I want her. The problem is, Zoya is hiding a terrible secret: A baby in her womb that was never meant to be. And I'm not the only one who knows. Our enemies are coming. To hurt her. To ruin me. What they don't know is this: I've found what I want in this world. And they'll have to kill me to take it.

For two years, I endured hell in an underground brothel, bleeding to earn the bribe money to save my Mafia Don husband from the electric chair. But when Cassio finally returned, he didn't come to rescue me. He marched in with thirty armed enforcers, threw annulment papers on my chest, and announced his new mistress was pregnant with his heir. The mistress was Camilla, a low-level associate who stole the credit for my sacrifice. Cassio believed every lie she told, looking at my degrading uniform with pure disgust. "Sign the papers. You have disgraced the Moretti name enough." He ignored the whip marks and burn scars covering my ruined body, tossing a stack of cash at my feet like I was trash. When I tried to buy my freedom with the ten million dollars I had agonizingly earned, he ruthlessly blocked my bid. He demanded I kneel and pledge loyalty to Camilla, trapping me as their property. I couldn't understand how the man who once promised to burn the world down for me could be so blind. I had destroyed my body and my ability to ever carry a child just to secure his freedom. Yet he was standing here, publicly humiliating me for the woman who secretly orchestrated my torture. Staring into his cold, unforgiving eyes, my dead heart finally turned to ash. I calmly invoked the ancient, fatal 'Angel's Drop' trial. I wrapped the sheer red silk around my wrists and ascended into the dark sky, choosing a shattered death in the freezing harbor over a life with him.

Tomorrow, I am supposed to walk down the aisle and marry the most lethal mafia boss on the East Coast. But right now, I am trapped inside a locked glass conservatory. His childhood friend turned on the industrial ceiling sprinklers, laughing as the cold water rapidly filled the room. She knew about my crippling phobia of drowning. I looked through the glass at my fiancé, Fabiano, begging him to save me. Instead of helping, he just leaned against the terrace railing, sipping his bourbon while his men recorded my terror on their phones. “Stop making a scene and embarrassing me,” he warned through the intercom, annoyed by my panic. Then, his childhood friend smiled and whispered a truth that froze my blood. “I didn't just guess your little phobia. Fabiano gave it to me.” For three years, I laundered his dirty money, secured his legitimate supply chains, and loved him with my life. I had confided my deepest trauma to him in the dark, and he had turned it into a parlor game for his mistress. How could the man who promised to be my shield watch me drown without an ounce of pity? The fear of the rising water was suddenly burned away by a cold, clarifying rage. I picked up a heavy iron stand, smashed the bulletproof glass with my bleeding hands, and triggered my private tactical team. Since he thought I was just a disposable accountant, I would show him what happens when you cross the woman who actually owns his empire.

I'LL LOCK HER IN A GILDED CAGE AND THROW AWAY THE KEY. The night we met, she thought she was tasting freedom. I devoured her once and left before I even knew her name. Four months later, Bratva business leads me to the house of my enemy with one objective: Burn it down and kill everyone inside. That's exactly what I plan to do... Until I find her cowering before me. The innocent girl from the club. My beautiful caged bird. I'm not here to save her-I'm here to ruin her. But something stops me in my tracks. Something I never expected. Did she say that's my baby in her womb?

Ivanovich Bratva She is untouched. Innocent. Desperate. Mine. I was raised to rule. Hardened by the laws of my family: Take what needs taking. Break what needs breaking. Camille is no exception. Her body belongs to me now, Courtesy of a substantial cash payment to the Archangel Vision auction. I know she fears me. I know she wants me. But what I want to know is this: Is she ready to give me a child?

For five years, I ruled the city's underworld as the Underboss, yet I hid in the shadows for Serena. I kept our relationship a secret because the blood on my hands was a source of shame to her. When a family mandate forced me to take a blood oath of marriage, I hoped she would finally accept my name. Instead, I discovered she had commissioned a solid gold signet ring—not for me, but for Leo, a twenty-two-year-old rookie associate. She had abandoned me on our fifth anniversary to flaunt her bond with him in Vegas. When I confronted her, she introduced me to her friends as nothing more than her brother's low-level lackey to maintain her clean image. She crushed the gold-leaf wedding invitation I offered her and threw it on the floor. "You let the old men pull your strings. You’ll never be a true Boss." Her mocking words echoed in my head. I had compromised my very nature, offering her the keys to the city three separate times, only to realize I had wasted my loyalty on a vain, cowardly girl who lacked the spine to stand beside a Don. The grief in my chest withered and turned to ash, replaced by the cold, ruthless clarity of my station. I burned every hidden memento of our affair, permanently blocked her number, and publicly announced my marriage to Elena Romano, the lethal daughter of the Consigliere.

My five-year-old son stumbled into the hall, his cheek marred by the livid, blistering print of a hand. My phone buzzed with a message from my husband’s mistress, warning me to teach my brat some manners before she taught him a real lesson. Franco Moretti, my husband and the acting Boss of the Romano Syndicate, had allowed his mistress to strike the heir to our empire. When I confronted him, he dismissed the assault as a mere reflex and demanded I stop being dramatic. The silence that followed was heavy and cold. I realized then that my years of playing the docile, obedient wife had only invited disrespect upon my own blood. My mother-in-law echoed his coldness, telling me to look the other way for the sake of peace, as if my son’s pain were merely a trifle to be ignored. I looked at Leo, his small shoulders shaking with quiet sobs, and felt something ancient and hard wake up within me. The man I had married—the predator who ruled Chicago with an iron fist—believed I was weak, a shadow that existed only to serve his crown. He had mistaken my silence for stupidity and my restraint for submission. I stared at the countdown on my phone, the numbers marking the final moments of my long, hollow marriage. I had spent four years playing the role of a placid wife, but the script had dissolved the moment his mistress touched my child. I tapped the screen, silenced my alarm, and ended the call. The time for talk was over; the vendetta had begun.

-Two rival mafia heirs who hated each other more than anything in this world... until they were married against their will. - It started as a heated rivalry, right from birth, but turnedd into something even crazier when the two most powerful Mafia Bosses, Dex Russo and Elian Virelli, are suddenly thrown into an arranged marriage. Orchestrated by Elian's grandfather and Dex's Father. With two heirs thrown into a cage and tested to see if they would thrive together or be each other's downfall. Blood is bound to flow, sparks will ignite, and fire, hotter and bigger than any of them could ever think of, will consume them. And when it does, no one. No. One. Is going to be able to stop them.