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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He reached out and pulled me into his office.

The same cheap cherry perfume assaulted my senses the moment I pressed against his body.

I saw the deep red hickeys through his slightly open collar.

A violent wave of nausea hit my stomach.

"What is wrong."

I looked up at him.

My eyes burned with heat.

"Franco. Do you have anything to say to me."

I suddenly felt that Franco was unspeakably dirty.

I felt like a scavenger picking through garbage.

He rejected the idea of explaining.

"I am sorry. I should have come back earlier. I already bought the lobster roll you wanted. Look."

The food was completely cold.

"Franco, would you ever betray me."

"Of course not. Am I that kind of person. I only have you in my heart."

"Is that so."

He raised his voice suddenly.

His guilt turned into defensive anger.

"What is wrong with you. You have been so paranoid lately. I told you we are getting married next month. What more do you want."

My tears could no longer be stopped.

"I am satisfied. Of course I am satisfied. I am very satisfied Franco."

I walked out of the office before he could chase after me.

I ran into Luna by the elevators.

She came to show off.

"Let me tell you the truth. Franco and I have been together for years. I only got into this club because of him."

"Oh. If Franco really loved you, he would never send you to work in a place like this."

"What do you know. Franco said he loves me."

"Really. Then let him try to marry you."

"You."

Luna stamped her foot in anger.

I walked out and got into a waiting car.

I drove past Luna.

She was still standing there grinding her teeth.

Franco came home late that night.

"Siena, the syndicate is opening a new smuggling route. I might need your help."

"What route is it. Is there something you cannot handle."

I asked the question on purpose.

"I just need you to show your face and give me a push."

"Okay."

Franco knew the other side would give face to the Moretti family if I stepped in.

Everyone in New York had to look at the Moretti family's face.

That route would land safely in his hands.

I knew exactly what Franco wanted.

He wanted the leverage of my family behind me.

Everyone knew the sheer power of the Moretti syndicate.

I had fought with my father over Franco.

But I was still the only daughter of the Moretti family.

My father loved me fiercely.

"Do not worry Franco. I will definitely help you when the time comes."

"Thank you Siena. I love you."

Franco leaned in to kiss me.

I shifted my body and dodged him perfectly.

"Franco, I am a bit tired today. I want to rest early."

Franco thought I was just acting out my usual petty temper.

He thought I felt neglected these past few days.

I lay in bed with my back to him.

Franco wrapped his arms around me from behind.

He rested his chin on my shoulder.

He kissed the back of my neck over and over again.

"I am sorry Siena. We will get married as soon as I finish this busy period. I will take a long vacation and we can travel the world."

I kept my back to him.

My eyes were wet.

I truly loved Franco.

But my disappointment was just as real now.

There was only one week left until our seven-year promise.

I would cross my bridge and he would cross his from now on.

We would never see each other again.

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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.

Action Mafia Romance

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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