Mafia Books for Women
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Game Of Trust
Richard a man in his mid 30's fell in love with a Viola. She stayed with him for several years hoping someday they'd be together as one. No doubt Richard loved Viola so much till he left the country on a contract where he met his boss' wife Diane. It was love at first sight. Knowing well Diane had a soft spot for him, Richard tried so hard to resist her beauty, her intelligence and wealth, it seemed like a mission impossible cause she completely swept him off his feet. His intelligence and dark skin caught her attention for she wanted to get him laid so bad. At the grand opening of Diane's successful husbands company, Fred threw a huge party and Richard appeared in his best. His ebony shined so bright, his smiles were as innocent as a new born babe. Waiting on his boss, Diane came looking all dashing. Her smiles penetrated his heart made him feel weak in his knees, his eyes were fixed on her, he wished to bask on a sandy beach with her touching her every sides. They both lusted after each other and couldn't resist. They finally got to be together in a room at the event and he had his chance. They had a bit of discussion, he gradually pulled her close making her feel his breath. The kiss was slow, intentional and deep. He caressed her and she gripped on him moaning so soft on his lips. The feeling was magical. They continued having sex secretly, he totally forgot about Viola. Viola tried so hard in reaching out to him. She got her visa and moved over to where he stayed thanks to the information she received from his boss Fred. She arrived at the airport and Fred picked her up. She went to meet Richard the next day and he was shocked. He told her his reasons for the lack of communication was because of how tight work had been for him. She explained to him how Fred her elder brother helped her come see him. It was a shock to Richard cause he had no idea Fred was viola's elder brother. She never mentioned him. She stated her reasons were because she was scared he'd only love her to get money from her. Richard tried so much to hide Both ladies for a while until viola found out about Diane. She reported to Fred who was highly disappointed in Diane and was heartbroken. Richard apologized and promised never to repeat such, instead he became more discreet in sleeping with Diane. Diane's best friend Reila, came visiting and caught Richard's attention for she was caramel skinned, beautiful with a nice body figure. He stalked her home just so he could get her information. They became close and started off as friends. He saw a difference in her. He saw a future with her. He loved her sincerely and couldn't resist complimenting her every look online. He stayed away from both Diane and Viola and they both fought each other over Richard. Richard secretly saved lots of money and invested into businesses. His 3yrs contract with his boss had ended already. He quickly got on with his plans. He proposed to Reila in public. Viola fainted.retract/1/122245/coverorgin.jpg?v=378e8212f4a49e9646df63512f52333d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Collateral For The Mafia Boss
What would you do if your life was no longer your own? Sofia Russo's world turns upside down when her father's debt brings Dante Morelli, a calm, powerful mafia boss, into her life. Instead of demanding money, Dante offers a contract: one year under his control, living in his house, following his rules. With no way out, Sofia signs. But what begins as a simple arrangement quickly turns into something far more dangerous. Every move she makes is being monitored, and every choice has consequences. But Dante doesn't want what she expected. He wants control, patience, and something she doesn't fully understand. As Sofia struggles to resist him, she slowly realizes that she isn't just trapped, she's being studied, shaped, and pulled deeper into a world she never fully understood. When outside threats begin to close in, the line between protection and possession begins to blur. Now, Sofia must survive the contract while uncovering the truth behind why she was chosen./0/53462/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1d9d3e785d634f843e84bad4a4be93a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shadows Over Brooksdale
"Shadows Over Brooksdale" weaves a gripping tale set against the backdrop of a city ensnared by the clutches of organized crime. At the heart of this narrative is Antonio Moretti, the young and ambitious new Don of the Moretti crime family, who seeks to expand his inherited empire amidst a landscape fraught with danger and betrayal. As Antonio navigates the treacherous waters of the underworld, he faces a formidable adversary in Viktor Kozlov, the ruthless leader of a rival gang determined to usurp the Moretti's dominion. The story unfolds through a series of intricate plots and alliances, as Antonio and Kozlov engage in a deadly chess game for control over Brooksdale's criminal underworld. The tension escalates when Detective Sarah Jennings, a determined officer with a personal vendetta against organized crime, enters the fray. Jennings' quest for justice leads her to deploy an informant within the Moretti ranks, setting the stage for a series of events that will forever alter the lives of those involved. As alliances form and betrayals surface, the battle for supremacy reaches a fever pitch, culminating in a violent confrontation that shakes the very foundations of Brooksdale's criminal hierarchy. Amidst the chaos, Jennings' undercover efforts to dismantle the syndicates from within add a layer of complexity to the narrative, blurring the lines between right and wrong. "Shadows Over Brooksdale" is a story of power, loyalty, and redemption, exploring the depths to which individuals will go to protect their empire, seek justice, and find a sense of belonging in a world governed by shadows. It is a tale that delves into the heart of darkness within the human soul, examining the consequences of ambition unchecked by morality. As the dust settles, the characters and the city of Brooksdale emerge forever changed, standing at the threshold of a new dawn, one that promises hope yet whispers the eternal presence of shadows./1/118352/coverorgin.jpg?v=3edcf2729cc5c1efaa7622c02cc60bd2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Return of the Queen: He Chose His Mistress Over My Son
My five-year-old son stumbled into the hall, his cheek marred by the livid, blistering print of a hand. My phone buzzed with a message from my husband’s mistress, warning me to teach my brat some manners before she taught him a real lesson. Franco Moretti, my husband and the acting Boss of the Romano Syndicate, had allowed his mistress to strike the heir to our empire. When I confronted him, he dismissed the assault as a mere reflex and demanded I stop being dramatic. The silence that followed was heavy and cold. I realized then that my years of playing the docile, obedient wife had only invited disrespect upon my own blood. My mother-in-law echoed his coldness, telling me to look the other way for the sake of peace, as if my son’s pain were merely a trifle to be ignored. I looked at Leo, his small shoulders shaking with quiet sobs, and felt something ancient and hard wake up within me. The man I had married—the predator who ruled Chicago with an iron fist—believed I was weak, a shadow that existed only to serve his crown. He had mistaken my silence for stupidity and my restraint for submission. I stared at the countdown on my phone, the numbers marking the final moments of my long, hollow marriage. I had spent four years playing the role of a placid wife, but the script had dissolved the moment his mistress touched my child. I tapped the screen, silenced my alarm, and ended the call. The time for talk was over; the vendetta had begun./0/51841/coverorgin.jpg?v=6efd0852a4965219c543e02da2128aca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
LET ME GO MR HEARTLESS
SYNOPSIS WARNING!!! THE BOOK CONTAINS VIOLENT AND GROSS LANGUAGES In life it is always said that for each decision and step you take there is a consequence. Pain!!! Pain!!! That is the only thing that Zoey has always experience in life. Zoey having been a victim and survival of an assassination carried on the life of her parents and her sibling. Her life has always been a struggle, happiness has always been out of her reach. Her life for a normal life seems to go further when she encountered the most deadly and feared Mafia leader in the entire country. She was held captive and turned to a slave by the ruthless Asher Dawnson. The journey begins between these two, but neither of them are ready for the storms heading their way. A storm that only held promises of broken hearts and perhaps, death./1/120625/coverorgin.jpg?v=9ecf822f670196b389d13d417b7534a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Erased From The Frame: Runaway Bride
Seven days before I was set to marry the most feared Mafia Don in the country, I was asked to step out of my own wedding photos. Because my shadow was ruining the shot. The photographer then took ninety-nine pictures—of my fiancé and my adopted sister. When I refused to give up the master suite meant for a wife, the man I loved called me ungrateful. He abandoned me at a remote compound to take her to a nail salon. So three days before the ceremony, I returned his keys, his ledgers, and his world. I left a single note: 'Thank you.' Eight years later, I came back home—and found him waiting for me on the same road where he once left me behind. He promised to wait forever. He broke that vow in the worst way possible. And I never even heard the crash./1/121274/coverorgin.jpg?v=55d1356689ff51548eab1a4c0ac837aa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorcing My Queen Cost Me An Empire
For sixteen years, I was the naive, pliant wife to Dante Moretti, a ruthless Mafia Capo. I funded his empire with my hidden family wealth. I endured his affairs. His family treated me like a fool in silk. But at his mother's sixtieth birthday gala, Dante threw an annulment decree at my feet—standing beside his new mistress, a rival mafia princess. His mother wore my late mother's stolen diamonds around her neck. He declared I was too weak to be a Capo's wife, and if I tried to take my daughter, his guards would carry me out in a body bag. The entire Syndicate watched. Every Capo. Every soldier. They were waiting for the soft, useless wife to fall to her knees and beg. They thought I only knew how to pick out silk curtains. They didn't know my family's blood money was the only thing keeping their empire from bleeding out. I didn't cry. I smiled. Picked up the annulment papers. Turned my back to the crowd. And signaled the soldiers I had embedded in his guard for years. "Begin the audit. Strip them bare."/1/104403/coverorgin.jpg?v=1bf915fac18b93ec29a275f6d7e64ff7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Ruin: The Mafia Queen's Revenge
I spent twenty-one years trying to be the perfect Mafia Princess, treating my illegitimate sister, Mia, with nothing but grace. That kindness is exactly what got me killed. My husband, Luca, didn't take me on a honeymoon. He dragged me into the soundproof basement of our estate. Mia was there, too. Not to help me, but to gloat. She laughed as she admitted to poisoning our mother with arsenic, watching with glee as Luca brought a serrated knife to my chest. "You were always too soft, Sera," he sneered, carving through my skin while I begged for mercy. I died in that cold, dark room, choking on my own blood and the bitter taste of betrayal. But I didn't stay dead. I woke up gasping for air, clutching a chest that was smooth and unscarred. The calendar on my nightstand read May 12, 2018. It was five years ago. The very morning I was scheduled to sign the marriage contract that would seal my fate. I looked at the paper on the vanity. In my last life, I signed it with a trembling hand. This time, I flicked open my silver Zippo and watched the flames eat Luca's name. I didn't pack a dress. I packed a pistol and a stack of cash. I was going to Las Vegas. There was only one man dangerous enough to help me destroy the New York families. I walked into the underground fight club, locked eyes with the deadliest man in the room, and smiled. "Dante Cavallaro," I said. "I'm here to make you a King."/0/98563/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d2e6f6523c750e570c3394386efef94&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Bride Has A Secret
I took a blade for my husband, Marco, five years ago. It saved his life, but the wound to my stomach cost me the ability to give him an heir. He swore it didn't matter. "I only need you," he had whispered. Today, he brought home my replacement. He called her a "surrogate," a university student named Bianca who was meant to secure his family's bloodline. But that night, I found them tangled in our guest bed. I stood in the doorway, a ghost in my own home, and listened to him praise her. "You're so pure," he whispered. "Lia... she's so frigid." The betrayal was a second blade twisting in my old scar. His affair became blatant. He showered her with gifts and forgot my birthday. When she coveted the heirloom pendant my dying mother gave me, he ripped it from my neck and gave it to her. "It's a worthless trinket," he scoffed. That night, she tried to run me over with his Aston Martin. He arrived to find me bleeding in the driveway, and he didn't even ask if I was okay. He just looked at me with disgust, believing her lies instantly. "What the hell have you done now?" he bellowed. "You're not dead, are you?" I laughed then, a hollow, chilling sound. I picked up my suitcase, turned my back on the ruins of my marriage, and made a single phone call. "Dante," I said to my brother, the Don of the Romano family. "It's done. Cut them off."/0/68065/coverorgin.jpg?v=6dbbbb9f099f7df8b479dcab403a432c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Forcefully Betrothed to the Mafia King
"You are to be my wife before dawn" Vincenzo Koslov tells me, his eyes fixed on mine. "No. I will never get married to you." I say determined, my eyes throwing daggers at him. "Well then suit yourself little one, I'm sure this gentlemen here, will have a fine time devouring your soft and milky flesh the moment I walk out of that door." The cold-hearted man tells me. Seraphina Sanchez finds herself thrown into an auction room by her own uncle's goons after the death of her father. Her fate had already been tied to Vincenzo Koslov but her greedy uncle insists on getting his own daughter married to the most powerful and wealthy mafia King instead. What happens when Seraphina has to choose between her safety or her stubbornness and pride. Will she choose a less miserable fate or allow herself to be sold off to a much more horrible stranger./0/64821/coverorgin.jpg?v=d3047b71d3d6d7126dcafd3e59506a53&imageMogr2/format/webp)
YOURS FAITHFULLY
Crossing part with Satan's heir was never my plan. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now, he is under my tail. Betrayed by my supposed fiancé, stuck with the devil himself. If he was the only man on Earth, I would rather die single, but I can't, not when he stalks me, makes me shiver at his touch and make me beg desperately, on my knees. I wasn't ready to accept him in my life, not after the first betrayal from my fiancé but he forced his way into my life, and turned my world upside down./1/118356/coverorgin.jpg?v=957e3ebde9cc7e105e65945e40617560&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted Mistress? I Am The Mafia Queen
I handed the man I loved a positive pregnancy test, expecting the silver engagement ring I had spent years saving up for. Instead, Ryan shoved a marriage certificate inscribed with another woman's name in my face. He told me he needed her mafia family's backing to become a Capo, and our unborn child was a liability. Before I could even process the betrayal, his hand clamped around my throat. He slammed me against the fridge and forced a pill down my throat. As I collapsed in a pool of my own blood, screaming in agony, he pulled out his phone. He calmly recorded my battered, bleeding body to prove his loyalty to his new wife, Victoria. Later that night, they dragged me into an exclusive underworld club. Victoria and her clique poured scalding coffee on me, kicked my ribs, and played the audio of what he did to me for everyone to laugh at. Ryan watched me bleed with eyes entirely devoid of remorse. I lay on the cold marble floor, completely broken. The boy who had protected me from the streets since we were kids had become a monster, trading my life and our child for a taste of real power. Just as they raised their phones to broadcast my final humiliation to the underworld, the heavy double doors swung open. Don Victor Vance, the city's most terrifying syndicate boss, parted the sea of abusers. He fell to his knees, weeping as he pulled my bleeding body into his arms. I managed a weak smile. "Dad, you came."/0/85912/coverorgin.jpg?v=ae0410a685dd43cdc9781ca4767ba299&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Choice, My Freedom
The last thing I remembered from that life was the metallic taste of blood. Mark' s fists felt like concrete blocks, crushing my ribs with every blow. Through the haze of pain, I saw Sarah by the warehouse door, holding her son. She watched me die, her beautiful face blank, her eyes cold and empty. She had chosen him, the gangster, the man now beating me to death, over me. After twenty years of trying to save her, sacrificing everything, her betrayal was the final, most painful blow. Then, nothing, until a phone started ringing. I snapped awake in my childhood bedroom not aching, not broken. My old flip phone flashed a familiar name: Sarah' s Mom. I knew this call. This was the night Sarah got into trouble with Mark. The night her parents begged me to use my college savings to bail her out. Last time, I' d said yes, draining my account and giving up my dream school. This time, I took a steadying breath. "No." The line went silent. "What? Alex, what do you mean, no? This is Sarah we' re talking about." "She made her choices. She needs to face the consequences. I' m not getting involved." A weight I didn' t know I was carrying for two decades lifted. "I have my own life to think about. I' m sorry." I hung up, staring at my unbroken hands, the hands of an eighteen-year-old with a future I was taking back./0/61579/coverorgin.jpg?v=39031000ceb974efbe232e274f241d33&imageMogr2/format/webp)
We were Born to Die
Carabella Falconetti, a headstrong mafia heiress, strives to prove herself beyond her troublesome reputation to her three powerful brothers who control the underworld. Her path collides with Enrico DiCaprio, a manipulative and suave mafia boss aiming for dominance in the escalating mafia hierarchy. Enrico exploits Carabella as a spy, unaware that their dangerous game of manipulation will lead to unexpected emotions blossoming between them. As their forbidden love grows, they must navigate treacherous alliances and familial loyalties, risking everything for a chance at a future together in a world where trust is a luxury and betrayal is a constant threat./1/104083/coverorgin.jpg?v=195e3c3dcbffa3382f8b2744226b7501&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Vanished Wife's Revenge: No Turning Back
My husband looked at the toxicology report proving the daughter of the Chicago Capo had poisoned my mother. Then, without missing a beat, he looked me in the eye and asked if I wanted to discuss the dinner menu for the gala. That was the moment I realized Dante Vitiello wasn't my savior; he was the devil in a bespoke suit. To protect his precious alliance with Chicago, he buried the truth. When my mother died from the arsenic, he didn't offer comfort. Instead, he forced me to sign annulment papers, claiming I was mentally unstable. He stripped me of my title, my home, and my dignity to marry Sofia Moretti—the very woman who killed my mother—all because she claimed to be pregnant with his heir. I stood in the freezing rain, watching a giant screen in Times Square as he proposed to her. He told the press that Sofia was his hero, the one who saved his life during the ambush in Chicago. He lied. Under my soaked hoodie, the jagged scar on my arm throbbed. I was the one who took that bullet for him. I was the one who stitched myself up in silence so he wouldn't feel indebted to me. He erased my sacrifice to build a throne for his mistress. He thought he had broken me. He thought Elena Vitiello would fade away in a crumbling apartment in Queens. But he forgot one thing: I was the one who built his encrypted laundering network. I held the keys to his entire empire. I threw my wedding ring into the trash can and lit a match. Elena Vitiello died that night. And the woman who rose from the ashes didn't want his love anymore. She wanted his ruin./0/70341/coverorgin.jpg?v=dcb697786c254b59cb11e602c0650146&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Pregnant Bride
"It won't be a straight death from where you're standing." I blink, turning around. "What?" But he doesn't give me a reply. At least not yet. Instead, he takes hold of my arms in his large, gloved hands, and pulls me to him so that we are standing toe to toe. "What are you doing?" I whisper. This new position has brought us closer. So close that if I stand on my toes, and he dips his head down a bit, I'd probably have the best kiss... "If you fall from here, the possibility of you dying immediately is 98% at the very least," He begins as I stare at him with my mouth slightly agape. "Falling from where you stood before is about 35% lesser. You'd die eventually, maybe after a night or two of trying to revive your shattered bones, but not immediately." Having made his point, he steps back from me and climbs down the somewhat elevated platform. "Did you just make way for me to kill myself?" I murmur, feeling like I'm losing my mind all over again. What kind of a man is this? *** Sonia's life is going great one minute and then takes a spin for the worse when she is betrayed, gets pregnant and worse, is told that she will be getting married to Italian mafia heir, Anthony Romero, who doesn't mind raising another man's child. She abhors the idea, but having also recently been disowned by her father, she has no choice but to accept the marriage proposal if she wants protection for herself and her child. But she has questions. Why would a sane man from her world want to raise a child that isn't his? Surely they're ulterior motives in play. *** Anthony Romano gave up on love a very long time ago and swore never to let another woman in. Then in comes this one woman he calls 'wife', breaking down walls he spent years building. But he's not about to let some flimsy feelings get in the way of his one need./1/104084/coverorgin.jpg?v=771898a73dcce57e436f0e22a001feb2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Don's Regret: Choosing The Wrong Queen
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."/1/121282/coverorgin.jpg?v=54a5535f177026f1fa35ed72459078db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Mercy For My Mafia Fiancé
During a massive syndicate attack, my fiancé, the most ruthless Mafia Capo, locked his grip on my wrist like an iron vice. He desperately wanted to drag me into a corner panic room to protect Bianca, the innocent underworld socialite he secretly obsessed over. In my past life, I saved him with my body—and he rewarded me with a crippled leg, years of disgust, and a push off a cliff. He believed her lies, and he murdered me for them. Opening my eyes again, I was reborn to the exact moment the safehouse was under attack. This time, I let him walk willingly into his own concrete tomb./0/66126/coverorgin.jpg?v=b4c9266a052fe46f1b44df799b57f395&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Clarissa & The Grand Mafia
For readers' discretion. Clarissa & The Grand Mafia contains raw scenes including sex, romance, and violence. Therefore, it is not recommended for people below 18 of age. ^ ^ ^ Determined to save her mother from dying of Cancer, Clarissa agreed to her father's arrangements to marry a money lender she hadn't met before. An abusive husband with no dignity or respect for women. What happens when his identical twin shows up at the house pretending to be Clarissa's husband, only he is an entirely different person in terms of character? Will he save her from the devil of a husband? Or will he take advantage of her broken heart?/1/120309/coverorgin.jpg?v=ff4108acbd6c3e210abc661854309047&imageMogr2/format/webp)
