Goodbye, Mafia Ex-Boyfriend

I stood by Franco for seven years. I stayed with him from his days as a Brooklyn street enforcer until he became the Underboss of the Moretti family. We promised to marry the day he fully took over the territory. Until last month. I saw Franco tangled up with someone else on the leather sofa of his safe house. He said she was cold like ice and that the other woman knew exactly how to please a man. He pinned her down. I chose to walk away. I heard the rumors later. After I left. Franco lost his mind.

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I woke up very early the next morning.

I walked downstairs and saw Franco walking through the door.

"Siena, why are you up so early. You should sleep more."

I looked at him.

My face showed absolutely nothing.

My pathetic heart was still waiting for him to explain.

His tailored shirt was wrinkled.

He smelled like stale smoke and cheap cherry perfume.

I would have lost my mind in the past.

I did not do that today.

"I am sorry Siena. The shootout in the South Side took all night. I did not want to wake you up so I stayed at the club."

He was completely used to apologizing.

He would rather apologize than explain.

He assumed I did not read the underground intelligence.

I decided to play dead.

I was going to leave anyway.

I could never wake a person who was pretending to be asleep.

"It is fine."

"Look Siena. I brought you the pastrami sandwich from that deli you love. I had my guys wait in line for it. The syndicate is quiet today. I will stay home and keep you company."

I felt a wave of impatience.

"I have no appetite."

"Are you throwing a tantrum again."

He had no intention of explaining himself.

He chose to blame me instead.

"Siena, where is your cross."

He grabbed my wrist.

"What cross."

I sounded entirely indifferent.

"The one you always wear on your neck. You said you would never..."

"Oh, that. I saw a new design at the boutique recently. I am planning to replace it."

Franco panicked when he noticed the necklace was gone.

What was he panicking about.

Was he afraid I would leave.

Or was he feeling guilty.

That cross was a gift from seven years ago.

He bought it with the money he won in an underground boxing ring for my birthday.

It was cheap.

But it was the most precious thing in the world to us back then.

He told me he would replace it with a massive diamond the day he became Underboss.

I believed him.

I wore it every single day for seven years.

My mind drifted back to that night of bullets and rain.

Franco was covered in blood.

He was holding a cheap silver cross.

"Siena, promise me you will wait seven years. I know you do not despise me but I despise myself. I have nothing right now. I struggle just to keep you safe. Trust me. I will climb to the top of the Moretti family in seven years. I will marry you with honor and give you the grandest wedding."

"Okay."

The Siena from seven years ago accepted it with a heart full of joy.

She accepted his cross.

That loop lasted seven whole years.

I lived inside the illusion Franco spun for me.

I waited for the day he took power so I could be his rightful wife.

It did not matter how much I loved him anymore.

I was no longer the Siena from seven years ago.

Franco's phone buzzed.

The caller ID read Port Authority Contact.

Panic flashed through his eyes.

He quickly declined the call.

"What is wrong."

I pretended not to care.

"Nothing. The smuggling route contacts keep demanding a higher cut."

"That is business. Why did you hang up."

The phone rang again.

"Just answer it. Syndicate business is more important. I will look around on my own."

"No. I said I would spend the day with you. I am staying right here."

The caller tried several more times.

He cut off every single one.

A text message chimed.

I did not lift my eyes.

I knew it was not a port authority contact.

It was definitely the dancer he kept in the Lower East Side.

"Siena, I need to return a call."

"Okay."

He took his phone and walked to the corner.

I could not resist looking back at him.

I rarely saw Franco smiling with such genuine delight.

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I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder. It was Clayton. The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister's engagement party. "Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before hanging up. Now, standing over my grave, he dropped his cheap plastic flowers in shock. "Ivy? You're... we buried you." They hadn't buried me. They had buried an empty box to save face, mourning a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarded like broken trash the moment I became a liability. Clayton's shock quickly turned to that familiar, arrogant anger. He accused me of faking my death for attention. He told me I was sick for putting the family through such pain. He even reached out to grab my arm, intending to drag me back to my father to apologize. "You're coming with me," he spat. "You owe us an explanation." But he made a fatal mistake. He thought he was talking to Ivy Dillard, the soft girl who cried when she skinned her knees. He didn't notice the town car waiting at the curb, or the man stepping out of it. Before Clayton's fingers could graze my coat, a hand made of steel caught his wrist. Collin Richardson, the most feared Capo in Chicago, stepped between us. "Touch my wife again," Collin whispered, his voice promising violence. "And you lose the hand." I smiled at the terror draining the color from Clayton's face. I didn't come back from the dead to explain myself. I came back to bury them.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.5

Heal or Kill the Mafia Boss

9.5

Elena is a dedicated nurse who values the sanctity of life above all else. Her morals are pushed to the limit when she is forced to treat a ruthless mafia kingpin who represents everything she detests. As she navigates his violent world, she faces a harrowing choice between her professional oath and the urge to end his reign of terror. Caught in a web of danger and unexpected passion, Elena must decide whether to save his life or take it.

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7.2

Just A Vessel: The Surrogate's Escape

7.2

I went to the bank to set up a trust fund for my twins, only to have the manager look at me with pity. "Mrs. Dunlap, the trust requires the *biological* mother's signature." I froze. I *was* their mother. Or so I thought. That day, I learned my husband, the most powerful Mafia Don on the coast, had used his ex-lover’s frozen eggs. For six years, I wasn't his wife. I was just the incubator. When his "true love," Iliana, returned from exile, my life disintegrated. My children, poisoned by her lies, pushed me down the stairs and called me "just the nanny." Gavyn didn't help me up. He stepped over my bleeding body to take his "real family" out for ice cream. But the ultimate betrayal happened on a windswept cliff. Staged by Iliana, we were both tied up, allegedly rigged to explode. Forced to choose who to save, Gavyn didn't hesitate. He cut Iliana loose. "You did this to yourself, Alex," he said, driving away with the children, leaving me to die. He thought he was leaving behind a corpse. He didn't know I had skimmed ten million dollars from the household accounts. "Cut me loose," I told the hitman, transferring the money. "And tell him the ocean took me." Two years later, the Don is on his knees in my garden, begging for a second chance. Too bad he has to get through my new fiancé first—the head of the rival cartel.

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9.2

Left For Dead, I Returned A Queen

9.2

My husband, a ruthless mafia Capo, brought his pregnant mistress to our anniversary party. He then ordered me to give her a blood transfusion, knowing my heart condition could kill me. As my life drained away, I knew my nine-year marriage was finally over. It was my ninth wedding anniversary, and I stood in an expensive gown, watching Dominick Reyes, a feared mafia Capo, celebrate with our guests. But the celebration wasn't for us; Dominick had brought Chastity, his pregnant mistress, and then publicly ordered me out of our master suite. Chastity, who had faked her pregnancy, then framed me for an attack. Dominick forced me to give a blood transfusion to Chastity, knowing my heart condition made it potentially fatal. As my blood drained from my veins, sustaining the woman who had stolen my life, I felt my consciousness fading, hoping I would not wake up. When I woke, Dominick had already paraded Chastity to a gala. He had drained me, used me, and then abandoned me in a hospital bed, breaking his promise of a divorce. I was nothing more than a debt payment, a pawn in his brutal game. Knowing he would never truly let me go, I calmly called a trusted contact. I would disappear from his world, become someone new, and this time, Dominick Reyes would pay.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.8

Luna Of The North

7.8

I've never been lucky. I lost my parents at a young age to false treason claims against the Redwood Pack. My cruel uncle Storm assumed my father's role of Alpha in the Pack, and ever since he became Alpha, my life has been a living hell. When he brings news of the Northern Alpha King hosting a ball to pick his Luna of the North, he charges me to act as a spy for him. Gather Intel on the runnings of the Northern Pack and bring it to him. Failure to do so? He'll have my head. When I meet Alpha King Elijah Lahiz, King of the North, under weird circumstances, the mate bond snaps into place, and we're bonded to each other. However, after a night of passion, Elijah acts like I don't exist and picks my best friend, Raya, as his Luna. Distraught and feeling betrayed, I run away to the South and into the patient arms of the Southern King Jeremiah, to escape my uncle's wrath. Jeremiah proposes an alliance to take down both my uncle and Elijah. But there's a problem. A huge one, really. I'm carrying Alpha Elijah's child.

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7.4

MAFIA DESIRE

7.4

In the city where power was inherited through bloodshed and silence, love was the most dangerous liability of all. She emerged from the shadows like a secret the underworld had failed to bury-elegant, unreadable, and far more lethal than she appeared. Every step she took echoed with intention. Every smile concealed a calculation. Men underestimated her. They always did. And they always paid for it. He was young, brilliant, and already feared. A rising king in a world that devoured the weak, carrying ambition like a loaded weapon. He didn't trust easily, didn't hesitate, and didn't believe in fate-until her presence began to unravel everything he thought he controlled. Their connection wasn't born of innocence or chance. It was forged in danger, sealed by secrets, and fueled by a hunger neither of them dared to name. In a world ruled by betrayal, they found something far more terrifying than enemies-each other. Because when desire collides with power, and love becomes a threat, survival is no longer guaranteed. And in the mafia, nothing is more deadly than wanting what you're not supposed to have.

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