154 Book(s) Related to The Mafia

I was seventeen when I met him on the most dangerous streets of Boston—Marco Romano, an Irish street punk covered in blood. That night, he gave me a stolen rose, and I gave him my heart.

We lived in a broken one-room apartment, eating canned soup, but felt like we owned the world. He promised to protect me forever, and I swore never to leave him. But fate brought Vincent Torrino into my life—a devil of a mafia boss who threatened me with the vilest methods: "Either you leave Marco willingly, or I kill him."

On my eighteenth birthday, I told Marco the most painful lie of my life: "I'm tired of living this poor life with you." I watched the light die in his eyes, and my heart died with it.

Five years later, when I thought I'd never see him again, he appeared before me—no longer that street punk, but New York's most feared mafia don. Dressed in tailored suits, cold and ruthless, with a beautiful Hollywood actress by his side.

"Ms. Whitmore," he called me by my fake name in a voice both strange and dangerous, "pleasure to meet you."

But when his green eyes looked at me, I knew that some loves, even when torn apart and buried, never truly die...

My wedding day was twenty-four hours away. Then, I hacked into my fiancé's messages.
"The father first. Then the bride."
With my life on the line, I made a deal with the devil they call the Ghost—the lethal outcast my own family betrayed.
"Marry me," I offered, "and the Corleone empire is yours."
I walked down the aisle in black. He stood waiting, a promise of vengeance in his eyes. When the bullets flew, he slid a ring onto my finger—still warm from the gun. "Our contract begins now, Isabella. Let's show them what happens when you cross us."
This marriage was supposed to be a lie. But as blood mixes with vows, I'm left wondering… did I just sign a deal for salvation, or a one-way ticket to hell?

I was once a brilliant psychology student at Berkeley, but now I've become a "hunter" in Viktor Reeves' criminal empire. My job? Using psychological techniques to seduce wealthy men and swindle them out of their money for this devil.

After each mission, I hate myself a little more. Until that day, when I met him in a coffee shop—Alexei, a documentary filmmaker with gentle blue eyes. Unlike my other targets, there was something pure and kind in his gaze. For three weeks, I crafted lies to make him fall in love with me, all while stealing his money.

Until that night, when he burst into the casino, pointing a gun at my heart. "Who taught you to seduce different men at the same time?"

Then my world collapsed—he turned out to be Viktor's own son!

Five years ago, my sister vanished the night before her wedding. She left behind a crying newborn in a crib and a mafia heir on the verge of losing control.

And I was forced into her place—the temporary bride, the contract wife, the whispered “replacement” in every gilded hallway.

I thought I only had to survive five years. Five years to earn what I was promised, and then walk away from this city of shadows and blood.

I clawed my way through bullets, politics, and betrayal. I earned respect. I gained power.
And somehow... I tasted a tenderness I was never meant to have.

Now, with only ten days left on our marriage contract, I thought everything was finally under control. I thought freedom and power were within reach.

Until she came back—wrapped in grace, dripping secrets, smiling as if she owned the world she abandoned.

She looked at me and said, “Little sister, give me back my life.”