322 Book(s) Related to Mafia

"Please help me, make me the richest man in the world! " Anthony begged the mafia lord desperately.
"I can do that with just a snap of my fingers, but what will get in return? " the mafia lord asked, a cigar was between his lips and the room was covered in thick smoke.
"I will give you anything you want, in return for power and wealth!" Anthony said with greed.
"In that case, I want your daughters, the both of them. No, I want all of them!" he proposed, with an evil smile on his face.
"I agree my lord, " Anthony said, his eyes glittering for more wealth.
The mafia lord gave him a contract to sign, and he signed it without reading the content.
"This will be super interesting!" the mafia lord said with an evil smirk.

Belle is just Anna's little sweet daughter who really loves Leonardo, the cruelest Beast Mafia of this era. That 4-year-old girl really thought that the man wearing a pirate mask on the right side of his face was a prince in her storybook. But who would have thought that it all seemed like a new version of the story from the fantasy book Princess Belle, The Beauty and The Beast?

But this isn't about the Love story between Belle and The Beast. But it's about Leon, The Beast Mafia who has a crush on her mother, Anna Skye. Although initially, Anna was just a woman who was used as a bet between Leon and Jervanos. But in the end, Leon definitely has a big feeling for Anna. But what about the bets and Leon's cruel and petty attitude as a mafia? What's their story? Let me give you this story.

“I found myself craving the one man who was never mine,” Caterina scoffed, her breath brushing his skin. His stoic expression faltered.

“They call it sin… but if this is hell, I’ll gladly burn for you.”

After her marriage fell apart, Caterina returned—divorced, ashamed, and drawn to the man she should never want. Her stepfather.

He was everything meant to repel her. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.

Yet in his silence, she found protection. In his eyes, she saw the man no one else dared to see.

They called it a sin.

But nothing had ever felt more right.

This isn’t just a story of forbidden love. It’s about survival, betrayal, and a passion that defied fate itself.

Will Caterina and Dante fight for what they share—or lose everything to it?

Lucas finds himself being dragged away by two men while out for a walk after finding out that his father was in a lot of trouble and he was the only "thing" that could solve the problem.

He didn't think that night would change his life forever and he would fall deeply in love with thee most dangerous man on earth.

LITERALLY.

Vegas sophomore. Dad's gambling debts. Broken arm. Dead grandmother. Then I found Alexander bleeding out in an alley — the Desert Reaper himself. I thought he'd be my weapon for revenge. Instead, I fell for the bastard. Now the FBI's involved, and we're all drowning in blood and betrayal...

When I married Ethan, he was ambitious, hardworking, everything I thought I wanted.

Then my father died in a car accident and left me a fortune. That's when everything changed.

The gambling started small. A poker game here, a sports bet there. Each time he lost, he'd come to me with tears in his eyes, promising it was the last time. And each time, I forgave him. I paid his debts with my father's money, believing he'd change, believing in the man I married.

I was so naive.

The night I woke to screams, I found four strangers in my living room. A man sat in my father's chair like he owned it, cold gray eyes assessing me while my husband bled on the floor.

Ethan hadn't just gambled away my inheritance. He'd forged my signatures, emptied my father's trust fund, and when he couldn't pay the $2.8 million he owed... he sold me. His own wife. To the mob.

I was the mafia king's most treasured "little princess" - until the explosion that claimed my adoptive father and protector. Desperate, I clung to a man who wore his face, only to have him broadcast my desperate love confessions as a joke. The night I reached peak humiliation, the man who should have been buried in Sicily rose from hell.
Vincenzo Benedetti. My god, my ultimate sin. He shattered my replacement boyfriend into nothingness, then pressed bloodstained fingers to my lips. "Done playing games, little one?" His whisper sealed my surrender. "Time to claim you as my queen."

I met Joseph at Columbia and fell in love. What he didn't know? I wasn't just some ordinary girl. I was Angelina Romano—only daughter of Vincent Romano, Chicago's legendary Mafia King.

My father gave us two years. Two years for Joseph to prove his love and loyalty. If he passed, I'd reveal my identity and we'd inherit the Romano empire together. If he failed... divorce.

I hid everything because I wanted to be loved for me, not my father's power. We married, lived in a tiny Manhattan apartment, and I was so happy.

Then Joseph's brother died. We had to return to Chicago, to the Valentino family estate.

His mother demanded Joseph give his widowed sister-in-law Rosanna a child through IVF. "For the family legacy."

Joseph begged me on his knees. "Just one child. Then we go back to New York."

I thought: only ten days until the trial ends. Father will come for us. I can protect Joseph then. So I agreed.

Three months later, Rosanna was pregnant. Joseph spent every moment in her room. "The baby needs the father's voice."

His mother mocked me daily: "Your useless womb can't even give us a child."

I stayed patient. Just a few more days until I could reveal who I really am.

Then I felt sick. Went to the hospital.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Valentino. You're six weeks pregnant."

I bought a beautiful announcement kit and rushed home, bursting with joy. Finally, our baby. Joseph and mine.

I called his name, walking through the mansion.

Then I heard her voice from the study. Breathy. Desperate.

I pushed open the door.

And saw—

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...

When a drunk bastard dragged me into that back alley behind the bar, ripping at my clothes, he appeared like a demon crawling straight out of hell to save me. After one night of sinful passion, he vanished—leaving behind a fake business card and a thousand bucks like a slap to my face!

The day I discovered I was pregnant, I lost my job and my landlord gave me 24 hours to get out.

Just when I hit rock bottom with nowhere to turn, a black Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of me. Turns out my mysterious savior was Dominic—a billionaire mafia boss worth ten figures!

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!

She thought he was just an ordinary law student, until that bloody night—

Nurse Esperanza is five months pregnant, but she can't tell anyone who the father is. After three years of passionate love and one brutal breakup, she thought she'd never see Dante Santangelo again.

Until that early morning when she's urgently called to the VIP ward, only to find him bleeding on a hospital bed, surrounded by black-suited bodyguards and his stunning fiancée, Caterina.

A mafia don.

That's the true identity of the man she loved for three years.

Before Esperanza can even process what's happening, he grabs her chin and demands in a dangerous voice, "Tell me, whose fucking baby are you carrying?"

My name is Mira Sawyer, an orphan adopted by the Rossi mafia family.

The night I was kidnapped, the captor pressed a gun to my temple and told Marco over video: "Five million dollars, or she dies."

I watched Marco Rossi—heir to New York's mafia empire—laugh with a blonde in his arms: "Keep her. Maybe she'll finally learn I don't want a pathetic puppy following me around."

Ten years of waiting, shattered at gunpoint.

Then the warehouse exploded.

Through the smoke walked a man in a black coat, eyes colder than death itself. Three shots. Three bodies. He stopped in front of me: "Nobody touches what's mine to protect."

That night changed everything.

The next day, I returned to the manor and saw him descending the stairs. Marco's face went white:

"Uncle Luca?! You're back from Sicily?!"

The legendary killer, exiled for twelve years. The real power behind the Rossi family. Marco's uncle.

He was the man who saved me.

And in that warehouse, I'd already become his.

In my previous life, I was Bianca, the heiress of the Corleone family. At a marriage alliance gala, I fell head over heels for Riccardo, the heir to the Santoro family. I believed it was fate, thought I had found my soulmate, so I threw caution to the wind and married him.
But three years of marriage opened my eyes to the brutal truth—Riccardo was cold-blooded and ruthless, treating me like nothing more than his personal plaything. I tried to fight back, tried to escape, even reached out to the FBI, desperate to break free from this living nightmare of a marriage.
But I had gravely underestimated what he was capable of.
On my twenty-fifth birthday, Riccardo discovered my "betrayal." He dragged me into his study, coldly raised his gun, and pressed the barrel against my forehead.
"You betrayed the family, Bianca. This is what you deserve."
The gunshot rang out, blood splattered everywhere. Those piercing eyes that had once captivated me now held nothing but icy judgment. I wanted to defend myself, wanted to scream, but only metallic-sweet blood bubbled from my throat.
Darkness swallowed everything whole.
Yet when I opened my eyes again, I had somehow been thrown back three years—to that fateful night of the marriage alliance gala that changed everything forever...

I died in a goddamn plane crash hunting down my husband who ran off with his "true love."

That lovesick moron completely screwed me over!

My sister Sofia and I are twins, born into a mafia family, but I'm the only one who actually inherited the ruthless gene. My sister? Total sweetheart and naive as hell.

The Romano family handpicked me for their heir Alessandro. They figured my cunning could rebuild their crumbling empire. What a joke. My marriage was a complete nightmare. My husband Alessandro despised everything about me, my ambition, my scheming, my brain. He wouldn't even touch me. Eventually, he ditched me for his "true love" and ran off with her. And his family had the audacity to force me to go drag his ass back home!

Meanwhile, Dante De Luca, heir to the most powerful family around - married my sister. I'm betting his stepmother deliberately chose Sofia to sabotage him, trap him with some weak, innocent little wife. So Sofia got screwed over too. Dante shipped her off to some remote estate the day after their wedding and just... abandoned her there. When Dante got murdered, they killed her too.

As that plane was going down, I was furious at how unfair it all was. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back seven days before my engagement party.

Perfect. God's giving me a second shot, and this time, I'm the one who's gonna marry Dante De Luca.

"Pregnant? Again? Triplets?!" I gasped, staring at the ultrasound in disbelief. Luca groaned, sliding down the wall. "Eleven kids, Ava. We're gonna have eleven." I smirked through the shock. "Hey, that's sixty million more bucks. Jackpot!"

Listen up—I'm Ava Thompson, a broke-as-hell waitress slinging drinks in a seedy club, barely scraping by on tips from sleazy high-rollers. Then I overhear the Marchetti family's insane deal: twenty million bucks per heir. Desperate? Hell yeah. So I volunteer to pop out babies for mafia boss Luca Marchetti. What starts as an ice-cold contract explodes into steamy nights, heart-pounding passion, and total chaos—first triplets, then quintuplets, and another set of triplets, racking up over two hundred million while dodging mob wars, kidnappings, and twisted family secrets.

Even after eleven kids, my mother-in-law's still nagging me to keep going. Me? I'm secretly thrilled—hell, I'll keep birthing heirs until the Marchetti fortune runs dry!

I died in his arms as poison burned through my veins, and Dante Russo finally said "I love you." But by then, he'd spent ten years on revenge and turned himself into a monster.

I opened my eyes. Back at our engagement party. Ten years earlier.

This man is still young, still has light in his eyes. Tonight at midnight he'll kill his first victim—and never find his way back.

"Don't see Vincent tonight," I grab his wrist. "He's not your real enemy."

Dante's eyes turn ice cold. "How the fuck do you know that name?"

I can't say "because I died once." So I do what I never dared before—at the docks I shoot the man about to kill him, at the enemy estate he kneels and begs for my life. When that bullet tears through his chest, I finally understand:

In my past life he did love me. He just pushed me away with coldness, thinking it would keep me alive.

This time, I won't let him walk into darkness alone.

Even if I'm trying to save a man destined to become a monster.

The day I walked in on my boyfriend screwing that blonde tramp, I dropped the homemade tiramisu right there on the floor—our two-year relationship smashed to bits, messier than the splattered cream.

I ducked into a bar, slamming back whiskey, when this guy in a sharp black suit sidles up, his voice smooth as silk laced with bourbon. I spat out, "Help me forget him," but ended up totally lost in the presidential suite. He backed me against the wall, tore open my blouse, his tongue circling my nipple before biting down hard, leaving me breathless. "You taste like candy, baby—tonight, I'm gonna eat you up."

But then my boyfriend FaceTimes, spots the guy behind me, and loses it, screaming, "Dad!"

I went ice-cold—my hookup was my boyfriend's stepdad? Even worse, this thirty-three-year-old powerhouse was Brooklyn's deadliest mob boss.

What began as a vengeful fling spiraled into a forbidden nightmare?

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.”

When I knelt before the Five Families, begging for my brother Marco's life, my Mafia husband Alexander looked at me with cold indifference: "Getting involved now would trigger an all-out war. I can't destroy everyone's interests for a failed family."

A failed family? That was my own blood!

Marco died under Russian bullets, and I discovered it was all Alexander's elaborate conspiracy. Even more cruel—the bitch who killed my first child two years ago was still alive. She had always been Alexander's mistress!

"Did you really think Alexander would kill his favorite bed partner for you?" Sophia mocked.

When I became pregnant again, I knew I had to escape this monster. The fake death drug was my only hope. I'd rather die than remain his plaything.

But what I didn't know was that when Alexander held my "corpse" in his arms, that cold-blooded Mafia boss completely lost his mind...

I am Isabella, the FBI's most distinguished undercover agent.
He is Vincent Salvatore, the most perilous crime lord in Chicago.

Mission: Infiltrate his ranks, gather evidence, and dismantle his empire.
Outcome: I became pregnant with his child.

An explosion stripped him of his memories,
and I fled with his seed.

But who could have anticipated—
that the amnesiac Vincent would fall maddeningly in love with the "stranger" that I am?

"Woman, your eyes drive me insane," he declared, gripping my waist, his gaze both perilous and passionate. "Come home with me."