Mafia Books for Women
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Addicted To You (Morte Nera)
Rated 18+. This story is dark, intense, and dangerously addictive. "Do you miss me, Bella... Mia?" She could recognize that voice even in her sleep. She stood frozen, looking at him with wide eyes. "W... what..." "What the hell are you doing in my house?!" she asked, his eyes moving across her body, especially on her exposed legs. He suddenly stood on his feet, and she moved back, his presence affecting her. "What happened to your elbow?" he asked. "Why should I tell you that? I owe you no explanation," she said, feeling uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze. He took three long strides towards her before pinning her to the wall, his hot breath fanning her neck. Lexi could feel her heart pounding in her chest as her eyes met his ocean-blue eyes. She hated to deny it, but he had grown much more handsome than before. A slow smirk appeared on his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Lexi shook, trying to push him off, but he stood gallantly like a statue, his height towering above her. "Let me... go... now," her voice hoarse. "I hate repeating myself, Lexi. You might wanna start talking," he said in a warning tone, but she didn't reply. He suddenly gripped her two arms and raised them above her head, pinning them tightly to the wall. "Let go of me," she said. His right hand snaked under the towel, and she gasped when she felt his hands between her thighs. "You always want it the hard way, don't you, Bella... Mia?" he said as his hands traced her sensitive skin. --- A mafia king, Antonio Saint Claire, holds Lexi Thompson, a detective, captive in a toxic game. Now she must play by his rules to preserve her sanity. Will she break free from his toxic grasp or be consumed?/0/64763/coverorgin.jpg?v=c932707ce0d0a1a1c20976fdeabdd47c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shadow of Yesterday
Jessica is living her life peacefully with her husband, Adam Peterson, when a creep shows up at her work place and sneaks a photo of her. Soon after that, an infamous boss of a drug cartel, Hugo Ortiz, arrives at her workplace with an army of guards. He calls her "Camila" and asks her to leave with him. She does not remember the man at all. She realizes that her husband had been keeping things from her. Upon digging deeper, she finds out that she had been married to Hugo Ortiz. It didn't take long for Hugo's enemies to use her as a target. Ivan Volkov, the most feared name of the bratva, has been sniffing for an opportunity to get his hands on Hugo and have his revenge for killing his only son. Jessica finds herself caught in the crossfire of a gang war while she struggles to remember how she ended up in Nebraska. What is the reality of her "husband"? Who is Hugo Ortiz? Why doesn't she remember any of this? When she actually stumbles upon the answers to her questions, a part of her preferred living in blissful ignorance rather than stepping back into the world of blood and misery./0/66328/coverorgin.jpg?v=61756f0fa96440cabe4a5f5c922fb1c9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Contract Not To Fall In Love
Lucas's eyes blazed with fury, his gaze fixed on Victor. "No Smith will ever bow to a Blackwood." "Should I consider this the beginning of a war?" Victor asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Ethan Smith's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in frustration. "What are you talking about, Blackwood?" Julian Smith stepped forward, his voice calm and measured. "Wait, our fathers had decided that to maintain peace between our families, our only sister, Ivy, should be married to Victor. We must think about our business and reputation, so this agreement will continue." Lucas Smith's face twisted in disgust. "Brother, you can't be serious. You want Ivy to marry this...this..." Victor's smile grew wider. "Watch your mouth, Smith. I'm not exactly thrilled about marrying your precious Ivy Elizabeth either. It was my father's decision, not mine." Lucas sneered. "Since when do you follow your father's decisions, Blackwood?" Victor's smirk returned, his eyes glinting with triumph. "I look forward to our union, Ivy Elizabeth." Victor Blackwood's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he turned to Ethan Smith. "Now that we've settled the agreement, let's finalize the engagement date. Time is of the essence, and I have little patience for prolonged celebrations. Next week would be ideal. My bride, Ivy Elizabeth, will be arriving shortly. See that she's prepared, Ethan." With that, Victor strode away, leaving Ethan seething with resentment. Ethan's fists clenched, his anger simmering just below the surface. "That scoundrel has been watching Ivy for years, and we were oblivious to it." Victor's voice drifted back, his tone dripping with possessiveness. "I have every right to keep an eye on what's mine." Ivy Smith is forced to marry Victor Blackwood, a ruthless and cunning man, due to a business agreement between their families. Despite her initial resistance, Ivy tries to make the best of the situation, but Victor's true nature soon reveals itself. He's cruel, manipulative, and has a hidden agenda. Ivy's brothers, Ethan, Lucas, and Julian, are fiercely protective of her, but they're also bound by the agreement. As Ivy navigates her new reality, she must find a way to survive Victor's abuse and manipulation while plotting her escape and revenge. The story is a dark, twisted tale of love, family, and power, with Ivy at its center, fighting for her freedom and her life./1/102622/coverorgin.jpg?v=e64c4836121d85a85aadd155b0a48ba1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Not Her: The Shadow Bride's Great Escape
I was the invisible daughter of a low-level mobster until Ethan Cole, the city’s most terrifying Don, plucked me from the streets. He claimed it was love at first sight. He married me, draped me in vintage diamonds, and treated me like a fragile porcelain doll. I thought I was living a fairytale until I found the secret room in his library. It was filled with photos of a dead woman named Olivia. A woman who had my hair, my eyes, and my face. I wasn't his soulmate. I was a replacement part for a broken machine. When I became pregnant, Ethan didn't hug me. He placed a possessive hand on my stomach and whispered, "The heir." He didn't see me. He only saw an incubator for a ghost's legacy. My father tried to warn me and died for it. I realized that once I gave Ethan this child, I would be trapped in his gilded cage forever, a broodmare for a man in love with a corpse. So, I did the unthinkable. I walked into a clinic and paid cash to remove the one thing he valued more than his empire. I went home, collapsed on the marble floor in a pool of blood, and looked up at the monster who thought he owned me. "I lost it," I screamed, tearing at his lapels. "I lost our baby!" I watched his heart break, knowing I had just declared war./0/99337/coverorgin.jpg?v=29a07b8c9d342bbe205858521dfc8bad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
