MAFIA DESIRE

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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Elena had always trusted her instincts.

That night she wasn't supposed to be there. She had envisioned how her night was going to be. Get back from work, take a long , cool bath in her bath tub , with her favourite drink in hand, sipping while her body gets soaked.

That was how she would have loved to spend her night.

But she was against her better judgement, sitting at this small open space Chinese restaurant closed to the docks. Her online friend had told her to meet with him to see over this new Chinese dish that just recently got out. She she was , waiting with her phone in hand scrolling and a drink the other hand .

She was slowly losing her patient. She had been there for an hour now and there was still no sign of her online friend.

So she was now leaving , mood low as she started her journey to her black Bentley, after she had called her online friend numerous times which went unanswered and texts that went unread. Disappointed, she let her mind wandered as she walked on not realising she had walked into a different part.

She hadn't realised how quite that part was until it was too late.

Her instincts told her to run which she did. That part of the dock had been too quite . By the time she realized something was wrong, a voice was already pleading , shadows moving. Voices carried. Then a gunshot cracked the air.

She didn't think. She ran.

Now, sitting in her small apartment hours later, Elena replayed the moment over and over. The sharp suits. Her hands were still shaking even after she got home, she willed her to stay calm, that she was safe but she couldn't because she had seen something.

She barely slept that and by the time she opened her eyes it was morning. She knew she wouldn't be able to go to work that morning, she was still shaken by the incident at the dock , she needed to stay safe, to stay home and if no one comes looking for her for the next few days, then she could resume her life .

That was what she told her self but fate had a more cruel uet blissful plan for her.

On the third day, she had come back home after running some errands to buy some groceries for her home. She couldn't stop looking over her shoulders while she was out while tightly clutching the pepper spray she had purchased a day before. She tried relaxing when she got home, she was about moving into her kitchen when she heard a noise at her door.

A knock at the door made her heart stop. Her palms were slick with sweat , hands shaking and her breath caught in her throat. Every instinct screamed that she shouldn't open it, but curiosity-and fear-pushed her forward.

With her nerves screamingdanger, she moved toward the door . Few people knew where she leaved. Slowly, she reached for the nearest object she could use as a weapon.

Another knock. Firmer this time.

Peering through the little hole, she saw two men standing at her door pouch. When she opened the door, the men stood there-well-dressed, expressionless.

"Elena Rossi?" one asked.

She swallowed. "Who's asking?"

"We need you to come with us."

"I'm not going anywhere," she said, forcing steel into her voice.

The man smiled, but there was no warmth in it.

"It's not a request."

Before she could close the door, she was pushed aside and the men grabbed her arm each.

An hour later, Elena stood in the most decorated and beautiful glass-walled room she had ever seen. And in the middle stood a man.

Alessandro turned as she entered.

Their eyes met-and something shifted.

She shifted nervously but wasn't afraid the way he expected. Nervous, yes. Furious, definitely. But she met his gaze head-on, chin lifted, defiant.

Interesting.

"You brought me here," Elena said, breaking the silence. "Either you plan to kill me, or you plan to explain."

A corner of Alessandro's mouth twitched-almost a smile.

"You have courage," he said. "That can be dangerous."

She crossed her arms. "So can underestimating people."

For the first time in years, Alessandro Moretti felt something unexpected.

Curiosity.

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Vivian Harrison used to be an ordinary nurse at the hospital, but she had the rare Rh-negative blood type. Three years ago, she saved the life of the king of the underworld, Archie Palmer, who had been on the brink of death, with her blood. From that moment on, she had completely fallen for him. However, when Archie awoke, he just coldly handed her a marriage contract. "I never owe anyone a favor." The marriage, in the name of repaying a favor, became a gilded cage that confined Vivian for three years. Archie made Vivian his wife, yet he gave all his tenderness and devotion to a vivacious and innocent woman-Cassie Fuller. He would drive across half the city on a stormy night just to stay with Cassie because she was afraid of the dark. He would spend a fortune at an auction to acquire a piece of priceless jewelry, because Cassie said she liked it. Yet, all he ever offered Vivian was endless indifference and suspicion. When Cassie suffered even the slightest grievance, he would unhesitatingly lay all the blame on Vivian and even torment and punish Vivian in the cruelest ways. "Your blood disgusts me as much as you do, Vivian." Later, when Vivian took a fatal bullet for him and lay bleeding on the ground, he walked coldly past her, holding the frightened Cassie in his arms, without sparing Vivian even a glance. At that moment, Vivian finally understood that this marriage was nothing but a joke from the start. She decided that she would no longer play along with Archie. But when Vivian, her body battered and broken, resolutely left Archie, and Archie, who had always claimed he never loved Vivian, for the first time felt his eyes sting, and frantically searched for her all over the world.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.6

BURNING FOR DADDY

8.6

One touch, and I was lost."' His voice was a whisper against my ear, his breath hot on my neck. "He cannot touch you the way I do, Bella. He does not know your body like I do. You are mine. Every inch of you, every hidden place, every moan you make. And nothing, not even your mother, will keep me from owning this pussy." His words burn against my skin, like a promise and a threat at the same time. "You're mine. And I don't share." ******* Isabella Moretti made one mistake. One night that should have stayed buried. One moment with the man she was never supposed to want; her stepfather, Damian Blackwell. She runs to New York. A fresh start. A shot at her journalism career and a life where she can forget the way his hands felt on her body. But Damian doesn't believe in letting go. Not when it's what he wants. When her mother announces Isabella's engagement to her friend's son and asks her to come home to meet her new husband, she thinks maybe she's finally escaped. Until she sees her stepfather-to-be's face. It's him. Damian Blackwell Damian isn't just the man whose body she wants; he's hiding something dark enough that could actually launch her career into the world. Or destroy everything she's ever loved. Now Isabella's trapped between impossible choices: Her mother's approval, love and a "perfect" future The man who owns every forbidden part of her soul But some fires don't just burn.They consume everything. A dark stepfather romance where the lines between ambition and desire blur beyond recognition.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.6

Forbidden desire- In Love With My Father's Best Friend

7.6

" Make love to me, Ryan. F*ck me till my legs give way. " When Amelia said this, she knew she was willing to risk everything... her father's trust and happiness. **** " Damnit, Amelia! He's my friend! " Her father snarled. " And he's my lover! " She yelled right back. Bryan shook his head, " No, child. Ryan is too dangerous for you. " " And old, " he added in a whisper. " I'm not a child anymore, daddy. I'm 21 " Amelia answered. " Who knows nothing! End it with him or I'll disown you! " He was shouting now. She stomped her feet on the ground like the child her father had called her, " I'm going to be with him, Dad! Get used to it. " " He's being called a monster for a reason. Don't you know why? " " Stupid reason. He doesn't deserve it. " she retorted and added, " And isn't he supposed to be your friend? " Bryan shook his head, " You come first, Mel. I'm going to protect you from him. " " At all cost. "

Mafia Modern Romance

9.7

He Broke Her Heart, She Broke His Bank

9.7

I was the architect of my husband's legitimate empire, the queen to his throne as the Don of a powerful crime family. Our home was our sanctuary, our bed the one sacred place he always returned to. But in the middle of the night, I woke to a woman's moan coming from a guest room that was supposed to be empty. The space beside me was cold; my husband, Brendan, was gone. The woman's voice belonged to Kiya, my protégée—a girl I’d mentored like a sister. Through the door, I heard him call me "a piece of furniture that sleeps soundly." I heard him tell her she possessed something I didn't. Then, a video confirmed the ultimate betrayal: a four-year affair, a pregnancy, and his casual dismissal of me as a business arrangement. He called me a title, but he called another woman's child his heir. He had broken the one rule that held our world together, turning my life's work into ash. He thought I was just a fixture in his grand design, a brilliant mind he could control and discard. He was wrong. There was only one way to escape this agony. I would have every memory of him surgically cut from my mind, erase him from my soul like a cancer, and disappear so completely that not even a ghost of me remained.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.4

Seducing The Mafia's Lord Stepbrother

8.4

"I break everything I touch,bunny. What makes you think you're going to be any different?" "Cause I'm already broken, Mr Moretti." ••••••• Amy Baker's life had hit a dead end for years. Surviving from hand to mouth through multiple part-time jobs and coming back home to her gambling addict boyfriend. On what was supposed to be their five year anniversary he sold her to pay his debts to one the country's deadliest Mafia, a man who sent shivers in the underworld. Finding herself in the web of Antonio Moretti, Amy has two choices to remain a timid prey or evolve to a predator herself. To break or be broken.

Mafia Modern

7.5

The Don's Regret: Choosing The Wrong Queen

7.5

For three years, I was Dante’s shadow, the woman who took a bullet for the heir to New York’s most powerful crime family. I believed him when he said we would rule together. But while I was bleeding for his empire, he was secretly finalizing a merger to marry Sofia, a pristine Mafia Princess. I found the encrypted report on his desk. It didn't describe me as his partner. It called me a "useful shield" and a "necessary diversion" to protect his real bride. When I tried to walk away, he didn't let me go. He humiliated me. Worse, when Sofia staged a fake attack and blamed me to cover her own lies, Dante didn't ask for proof. He dragged me out of my hospital bed, fresh from surgery, and hauled me to the estate fountain. He shoved my head underwater, drowning the woman who had once saved his life, while Sofia watched from the balcony with a smirk. "You touched what is mine!" he screamed, choosing a liar over the soldier who loved him. I left that night, bleeding and broken, vanishing into the storm without a trace. Two years later, I am a celebrated artist in Paris, and the man standing beside me looks at me like I am the sun, not a shield. Dante stands outside my gallery in the freezing rain, looking ruined, begging for a second chance. He tells me he knows the truth now. He tells me he loves me. I look at him, then at the engagement ring on my finger—one given by a man who never had to break me to love me. "I didn't erase our history, Dante," I say, rolling up the car window. "I survived it."

Mafia Modern Romance

MAFIA DESIRE

Chapter 2

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