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 stared straight into his eyes.

I repeated myself word by word.

"I said I am sick of this sandwich. It has been seven years. I want a different taste. Is that not allowed."

He looked stunned but quickly recovered.

"Sure. Of course. What do you want to eat. I will go buy it."

He acted like I should be crying tears of gratitude just because he agreed to my request.

"I want a lobster roll from Chelsea Market. Go get it."

I would normally just settle for what he brought.

I just refused to settle today.

"Forget it if you do not want to go. Making someone eat the exact same thing for seven years gets tiring. Let alone doing it to me."

Confusion mixed with his panic.

He still refused to explain anything.

He could keep hiding it then.

Franco searched my face for any clues.

I did not show a single flaw.

Franco was absolutely certain I knew nothing about his cheating.

"Wait for me."

He leaned down to kiss my forehead, turned and walked out.

I snapped out of it when I heard his engine roar away.

Saying I had no feelings left after seven years was a lie.

His actions had completely shattered my heart.

I had promised my family I would marry no one but him.

It all looked like a massive joke now.

Siena, your taste in men is garbage.

Thankfully there was still time to fix this.

Franco did not return by noon.

I took a cab straight to his Manhattan nightclub.

The head of security blocked me at the entrance.

"Miss Siena, the boss is meeting a very important guest. Please wait a moment."

"Alright."

I sat in the VIP lounge for forty minutes.

The heavy oak doors finally opened from the inside.

Franco walked out with the dancer from the tabloids.

The security guard stepped up and whispered in his ear.

Franco lifted his eyes and met mine.

His hand dropped from the woman's waist.

He walked toward me with quick, urgent steps.

"Siena, why are you here."

"Nothing. You took so long buying food. I was worried about you so I came to check."

I looked past him.

"Who is this."

"Oh. She is a new talent we are signing for the club. We are expanding our entertainment division."

"Hello. I am Luna. Franco personally poached me to work here."

Franco.

She called him so intimately.

Was she showing off to me.

Was this a declaration of war.

It did not matter what she meant.

I felt nothing but pure disdain.

Luna wore stiletto heels and crossed her arms.

She looked incredibly smug and arrogant.

Franco noticed my subtle expression.

He turned to Luna.

"You can go back now. We are done here."

Luna glared at me viciously.

She felt Franco's attitude shift.

She twisted her hips and stormed off in a petty rage.

"Siena, do not be angry. She and I are completely clean. Nothing is going on."

Franco raised his hand to swear to God.

I could not help but laugh out loud.

"I believe you. Did you not say I am the only one you love."

"Of course. We are getting married next month."

Married.

Were we really still getting married.

I smiled a bitter, hollow smile.

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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.

Action Mafia Romance

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.

Mafia Modern Romance

Goodbye, Mafia Ex-Boyfriend

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