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Mafia – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.booksnovels.com Sat, 10 Oct 2026 20:16:02 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.1.3 http://www.booksnovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Mafia – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.booksnovels.com 32 32 Banished and Pregnant by Her Sicilian Billionaire Husband Read Online Marian Tee http://www.booksnovels.com/banished-and-pregnant-read-online-her-sicilian-billionaire-husband-read-online-marian-tee Sat, 10 Oct 2026 20:16:02 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/banished-and-pregnant-read-online-her-sicilian-billionaire-husband-read-online-marian-tee Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Mafia Authors: Marian Tee Advertisement

Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 23340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)

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He threw his innocent wife out of his house when she was five months pregnant.
Sicilian billionaire Marcello Bastianelli loved his shy young wife more than anything in the world.

But everything changed when he was given proof that Chisa had betrayed him to his enemies.
He never asked if it was true.
He simply had his pregnant wife driven out of his gates before dawn.
For the past eight years, Chisa has lived in a beautiful home, with more money than she could ever spend, and a seven-year-old daughter who adores her father.
There is only one thing Chisa is forbidden to have.
Her husband.
Every month, she watches from a distance as Marcello comes for their daughter.
He won’t speak to Chisa.
Won’t look at her.
And he has no idea the wife he banished was innocent.

Note: This is a fast-paced, angsty, page-turning billionaire romance. Marriage in crisis, wrongly accused wife, banished while pregnant, forced proximity, no other woman ever. HEA guaranteed

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Prologue

Marcello

THE OLD MAN HAD BEEN standing in the doorway of the study for a full minute before he could make himself come in, and that was how Marcello knew it was bad.

“Get to the point, Curzio.”

“Do you want to sit down first?”

“Do I look like I want to sit down?”

Curzio had taught this boy to drive. He’d taught him to shoot, to shave, to keep his face still while other men lost theirs—and now he had to stand on the good carpet in a house he’d known for thirty years and take that face apart with eleven pages.

He wished, not for the first time that night, that he had the power to change the bad to good. But as people in their world knew from an early age, that was impossible. Life often seemed like an endless series of bads, worse, and not-so-bads.

And what he was about to say, well...

“It’s about your wife,” he said heavily.

This was something Curzio would classify as painfully worse, as evinced by how Marcello had whitened at the mention of his wife.

The second-born Bastianelli heir stood at the window with his back to the room while the rain came off the lake, and the desk lamp threw his shadow up the wall until it covered the whole of it. Six foot four, the characteristic broad shoulders that the men in his family were known for, and an air of violence that could never be washed away, even though it had been years since they were involved in any feud.

Curzio had watched grown men—dangerous men, men who’d done unspeakable things for a living—come into this room and start talking faster than they’d meant to, all because a Bastianelli was present.

“What about her?” Marcello asked finally.

“She’s been talking to Sabatino’s people.” Curzio turned his hat over in his hands, over and over. “I don’t want to be the one saying this to you...”

“Then don’t. Show me instead.”

And so the folder went down on the desk between them. Eleven pages and a paper clip, against four years of hauling this family out of the business one contract at a time, and Curzio hated every one of those pages personally.

“The route,” he went on doggedly. “Not the street. The route itself, the way we ran the Burgess paper in November. Four people knew it, and that includes...”

“My wife was asleep in the car. You remember that?”

“Sì,” Curzio agreed wretchedly. “I remember. But is that proof enough?”

The second page was worse, and they both knew it. A phone number that had no business existing in this city, dialled from the landline in the front hall at three and four in the morning—and there was exactly one person in this house awake at three in the morning. The whole staff had heard her on those stairs, five months along but unable to lie down for more than an hour at a stretch.

The last pages were photographs. A restaurant downtown, the good corner table, a man called Nuñez sitting across from Marcello’s wife with his hand out for the check like a gentleman.

In this photo, it was the girl’s face that mattered, and Curzio could see, just by the way Marcello’s jaw had clenched—the boy knew it, too.

This was not how it should be, Curzio thought painfully. Marcello’s wife was dear to him, too. He would have sworn, would have staked his life that she wouldn’t be able to do something like this. Ever!

And yet...

Marcello knew he was staring too long at his wife’s face. But even though this was just a photo of her, Chisa’s features were such that her face...

It was the kind that made men stupid, even men who were supposedly tough and smart like him.

Her features were soft in a way that he had once thought was no longer possible for modern women. Her brown eyes innocent in a way that made her look helpless while making Marcello feel helpless. When they had first met, her eyes had been swimming with unshed tears, and her fingers shaking as she tied a silk ribbon around the box. And her voice, it had been shaking just as bad as she finally handed him the bracelet she had gift-wrapped with care.

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Total pages in book: 94
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From Zoe Blake, USA Today Bestselling author of Sweet Cruelty (Best of Booktok) and one of the original voices in dark mafia romance, who's been writing dangerously obsessive love stories for over a decade.

He didn't come to Paris to fall for her. He came to claim her.

She was never supposed to matter.

She was supposed to break.

Sabrina Badalamenti was a means to an end, the unknown daughter of the man threatening to destroy everything Sebastian Diamanti had spent his life building.

Finding her was easy. Bringing her to Rome would be easier.

Keeping his hands off her—that was the complication no one warned him about.

Sebastian is the ruthless heir to the Diamanti empire—a dynasty built on diamonds and ruled by blood.

He is everything his family forged him to be: cold, brilliant, and flawless in his cruelty.

He has a strategy, a vendetta, and a bride already chosen.

All he needs is her compliance.

Sabrina has other ideas.

She's spent her whole life running from a father she's never met, shaped by a mother's warnings about men exactly like him.

She came to Paris to build something of her own.

She didn't come to be claimed by a man who doesn't ask. He takes.

But Sebastian Diamanti doesn't deal in choices.

He deals in possession.

And once something is his, he doesn't let it go.

The harder she fights him, the more certain he becomes: she was always meant to be his.

Even if she never forgives him.

Brutal Heir is a full-length dark mafia romance featuring enemies to lovers, forced proximity, an obsessive morally gray billionaire, family vengeance, and a possessive hero who doesn't believe in letting go

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CHAPTER 1

SEBASTIAN

The surveillance photos hadn’t done her justice.

In the bitter chill of late October, the wind tore through the piazza, whipping her black hair across her face.

I curled my hand. I could already feel those strands wrapped around my fist.

She was ignorant of the blood-soaked empires her father and I ruled from the shadows, and of the silent war between our families.

Well, if her father wanted to play dirty—wanted to steal the House of Diamanti, my family’s dynasty, out from under me—then so be it.

I’d take his daughter.

From the warm comfort of my Mercedes S-Class's heated leather seats, I watched her undetected.

Sabrina Dolce Badalamenti.

A pretty little pawn in my vengeful game.

The photos hadn’t captured the subtle tilt of her chin, the way her lip caught between her teeth when she was nervous.

She turned in a slow circle, scanning the street signs with visible confusion, then swiped her hand over her hip—reaching for a phone that wasn’t there.

So. She was alone.

In an unfamiliar city.

Lost.

No phone.

I shook my head. She was making this too easy.

Her slight frame shivered in the cold.

Where the fuck is her coat?

Rain had drenched Paris for days.

She should’ve bundled up.

Someone should take her in hand.

I rolled down the rain-speckled window. The tinted glass blurred her figure, keeping her just out of reach.

The sharp tang of car exhaust and the muddy stench of the nearby Seine filtered in.

She continued scanning her surroundings, bewildered.

Her innocence struck me. It didn’t matter that she was twenty-four—she looked untouched by the world.

Vulnerable.

The perfect prey.

Her mother had tried to protect her.

Sheltered her, hoarded her away from danger.

But in doing so, she’d only turned Sabrina into the ultimate prize.

Men like me didn’t share our toys.

We liked them shiny and new.

Virginal.

My brother Rafaello broke into my thoughts. “Are you really going through with this?”

I leaned back and pressed a button to raise the privacy screen between us and the driver. “Do you have a better plan to save the House of Diamanti?”

I raked a hand through my hair.

What the fuck did he expect me to do?

I’d wanted to kill the judge and be done with it.

Rafaello was the one who insisted the bastard was too high profile, that his murder would draw too much heat.

He was the one who told me to show restraint.

Well, this was me being restrained.

Forcing the judge’s daughter under my control—and into my bed—was mercy compared to what I wanted to do.

She should be grateful I was giving her the illusion of a choice.

Rafaello rubbed his jaw. “I admit we’re fucked right now,” he muttered, nodding toward Sabrina. “But she’s not involved in this. She’s innocent. You’re going to ruin her life just because⁠—”

“We all bear the burden of our family’s treachery,” I interrupted. “She’s no different.”

“Fine. Forget her. What about you? You really want to burn down your own life over this?”

I flicked a piece of lint off my cashmere overcoat. “Saving the Diamanti legacy isn’t burning it down. It’s preserving it.”

“At what cost?”

I laid a hand on his shoulder. “Your concern is touching, little brother. But my mind’s made up.”

I returned my gaze to her.

For the briefest moment, she seemed to look right at me.

My pulse kicked up.

Could she sense it? The danger circling her?

I smirked. “Seeing her now, you must concede—it’s hardly a great sacrifice.”

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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)

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He’s the mafia heir, ruthless and cold.
His best friend is loyal to him, but wants me too.
I was promised to one of them… but claimed by both.

New standalone stories by your favorite best-selling steamy romance authors, Hope Ford, Olivia T. Turner, and Michele Mills.

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CHAPTER 1

AUDREY

I walk into Bennett Kingston’s office, and I’m trying to keep my cool, but I can feel myself losing it. “Hey! You! We need to talk.”

Bennett Kingston, who is always in control, slowly stands up from his desk and smiles at me as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. “Audrey… it’s good to see you.”

I shake my finger at him. “Nope. None of that. I don’t want to hear any of that Mafia charm⁠—”

His eyebrows lift. “Mafia charm?”

I go to my tiptoes and poke a polished fingernail into his big, brawny chest. “Yes, Mafia charm. And wipe that smug smile off your face. What are you doing?”

He just smiles at me as if he’s enjoying every second of this. The man is sex on legs, and every encounter I’ve had with him, I’ve had to calm my racing thoughts. “Well, I’m working, but I do appreciate the distraction.”

There’s a sound behind me, and I turn to look. Knox, Bennett’s right-hand man, comes walking into the office. He’s smiling too. He’s just as broad as Bennett. They are both insanely handsome, and I try not to react when he crosses his thick arms over his massive chest and leans against the wall. He acts as if he has all the time in the world and is just enjoying the show. I glare at him and then look back at Bennett. “Call off your goons.”

Bennett frowns in confusion. “Goons? What goons?”

I put my hands on my hips. “The goons that you have following me everywhere.”

He doesn’t say anything, and I stomp a foot in frustration. “I’m not kidding, Bennett. I’m already paranoid because my dad is having me tailed, and now you are too.” I put my hand up and hold my thumb and index finger just an inch apart. “I’m this close to just finding a hole, digging in, and staying there.”

I’m too close to him. As soon as I get done with my tirade, I realize it. I’m not sure what it is with Bennett Kingston or his friend Knox, but any time I’m anywhere near them, I go a little nuts. I take a giant step back, and I’m sure if I was on the outside watching, it would be hilarious to see. No, it wasn’t just a tiny step; it was a big, exaggerated one.

And he doesn’t like it.

He frowns and steps toward me. “What do you mean your dad has people tailing you?”

I roll my eyes. “Really?” I point a thumb to my chest. “I know everything there is to know about what my family does, has done, or plans to do, and I left to live in their rival’s territory. Do you think he’s just going to let that go?”

Bennett’s jaw tightens, and even though he doesn’t say a word, I know what he’s thinking. He’s trying to figure out how he’s going to end Victor Sterling. And even though it’s my father, I understand the sentiment. My father is a bad man.

I’m not sure what I was thinking. As if I could leave one of the biggest Mafia families in the South and just live my life? That obviously is not going to happen. If it wasn’t for my brother Grant, I would have moved far away from here, but here I am, standing in Kingston territory begging for a little bit of space.

Bennett looks at Knox. “Can you get John and Tony in here please?”

Knox looks me up and down, and I feel the heat from his gaze all the way across the room. He nods at Bennett. “I’ll be right back.”

I glare back at Bennett. “I don’t know what this game is, but I don’t want to play it. I’ve told you everything about my father and what his plans are. You don’t need to keep tailing me.”

Bennett just stares back at me, and I can feel my face heat. Under different circumstances, I would probably fall for this man. He’s handsome in a way that makes me wet just looking at him. I shift my thighs together and have to look away.

Mere seconds pass, and Knox comes back in with two men trailing behind him. Bennett points to them. “Are these men the ones following you?”

I glare at them. “Yeah, that’s two of them.”

One of them speaks up. “The other two are working for the Sterlings.” He looks at me. “Or I guess I should say working for Victor.”

I close my eyes for two seconds just to get my thoughts together. “Bennett, please, I told you I’d come to you if I have anything else, and I will. I want my father taken down just as much as you do, if not more. My baby brother…” I stop myself because talking about my brother makes me emotional. “Anyway, I will tell you. I promise.”

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Fallen Rook (Society of Villains #3) Read Online L.J. Shen http://www.booksnovels.com/fallen-rook-society-of-villains-3-read-online-l-j-shen Sat, 10 Oct 2026 20:15:30 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/fallen-rook-society-of-villains-3-read-online-l-j-shen Genre: Dark, M-M Romance, Mafia Authors: L.J. Shen Series: Society of Villains Series by L.J. Shen
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 134664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)

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From New York Times bestselling author L.J. Shen comes a sizzling age-gap, forbidden MM romance about an FBI agent and the Camorra enforcer who thaws his frozen heart.

Tom

I know a secret that can destroy the most powerful crime organization in America.

For years, I’ve watched Enzo Ferrante get away with murder. Literally.

He’s slipped between the FBI’s fingers time after time, spreading terror and mayhem on the streets of New York, masked beneath a gorgeous face and elegant pedigree.

A sloppy error on his part results in an incident that unexpectedly binds us together.

Suddenly, I’m no longer the special agent who is thirsty for his blood.

I’m his savior. His god. The light in his pitch-black existence.

Now that I caught the social butterfly in my spider web, I’m never letting go.

He is about to taste the venomous kiss of betrayal as I put him and his entire family behind bars for the rest of their lives.

Because when the night falls, the Camorra’s enforcer crawls between my sheets and whispers all his sordid secrets in my ear.

Enzo Ferrante is completely and utterly mine, and no one knows. Not even his lovely fiancée

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Chapter One

Enzo

“Hey, killer, lookin’ good in those slutty sweatpants!” A drunk guy in a fishnet top stumbled past me on the street. “Buy you a drink?”

I buried my fists deeper into my hoodie’s pockets and tipped my chin down, ignoring him. My ears were hot, even though the temperature was deep into the negative.

I tried to push down the familiar feeling of claustrophobia, like I was trapped inside myself, itching to tear my skin clean from my body.

I had been trapped for a very long time.

Tonight, I was finally breaking free.

What do you do on the night you buried your abusive father? This is a multiple-choice question, and one that requires some attention:

A. Mourn said father with your family and friends. I mean, he still sired you. That’s gotta count for something, right?

B. Seek urgent help in the form of intense therapy to deal with all the shit he put you through.

C. Go and get your dick sucked by a dude, because up until now, you never dared to try from fear he’d catch and kill both of you.

If you answered A or B, congratulations, you’re a normal, sane person.

If it’s C—ding, ding, ding! Welcome to the sexually oppressed, religiously traumatized club. We have cookies (but zero appetite).

I knew I was making a mistake as I trudged my way to a low-profile gay club in Hell’s Kitchen. It was too dangerous for me to show my face at a place like this, considering my profession and family pedigree.

Which was why I concealed myself to the max to protect my anonymity.

I wore a white Yankees baseball cap and a faded black hoodie. Gray sweatpants and a pair of green Adidas tennis shoes. It was the kind of getup I wouldn’t normally be caught dead in. I usually dressed nice, in designer Chelsea boots and tailored chinos and shirts that cost more than the average Manhattan rent. And my hair was always tousled to messy perfection.

A few standout traits made me recognizable no matter what camouflage I donned. I was uncommonly tall, standing at six four. And I had a sick physique even a baggy hoodie couldn’t hide. I’m talking broad-as-fuck shoulders and defined abs you could grate cheese on.

People noticed me everywhere I went, for better or worse.

While I was already regretting my dumbass decision, I still couldn’t back down from it.

It was time I figured out what was going on with my dick. A dick that’d been increasingly reluctant to go on playdates with my usual hookups. My cock had always been a bit of a snob—preferring my hand to anything else, really—but I’d been going on three-month stretches of dry spells lately. Which was frankly blasphemous, considering my age and looks.

I didn’t even know if I was gay. All I knew was that I couldn’t be fully straight, because if I were, sex wouldn’t be so…taxing.

I liked it more than leg day, but less than cheat day. Food wasn’t supposed to be better than sex, right? Every red-blooded man I knew would eat pussy over steak. Not me, though.

I’d had a longtime girlfriend before, high school through early twenties. Her name was Adriana. We’d had sex, but I found it just okay. I’d get hard, and even orgasm, but once it was done, I was glad I’d bought myself a few more days of not having to do that again.

The first clue to the fact I probably wasn’t straight was when she and I were doing a marathon of Outer Banks, and she gushed about how cute Chase Stokes was, a notion I wholeheartedly agreed with.

Both Adriana and I had glanced at each other at my confession, then looked away quickly; a blush had blossomed across my face. It was obvious that I, like her, found him attractive.

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Total pages in book: 73
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Bay
My life was predictable and safe. Everything I had I’d fought for alone. I was proud of what I’d survived and did all I could to give back. But that was all snatched from me in the blink of an eye. One mistake and I was taken.

Hale
No one undermines us and gets away with it. The family always finds out and lives are ended. My job had been simple. Track the rat and find out who he was working for. Somehow that had led to her. The pale, raven haired, beauty whose life on the outside appeared boring. But she had secrets and they made her a target. Our target

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Hale Carver

Taking a puff from the Cohiba I’d just lit before Linc Shephard—the head of the Mississippi branch of the Southern Mafia—showed up, unannounced, in my office, I studied him. He looked ready to put a bullet in a man, but then he scowled like that often, so it might just be the fact that it was fucking one hundred degrees outside.

“Don’t figure this is a random visit,” I drawled, motioning for him to take a seat across from me on the leather sofa. “I was bored anyway.”

Linc took the worn cowboy hat off his head and tossed it on the leather before sitting down beside it. “There’s a dead fucker still walking,” he snarled.

I took the cigar from between my teeth and held it. “I got more of these. Want one?”

He paused, and for a moment, I thought he might cave, but he sighed and shook his head. Since he’d found out he had a little girl and moved her and her momma into his house, he’d not smoked. Trying to lessen his chances at an early death or some shit.

“Suit yourself,” I replied before placing mine back between my teeth.

“McKenzie is building a case against us,” he spat angrily.

“Vilmer?” I asked, thinking, surely, I hadn’t heard him right.

His expression, however, said I had.

“We put that fucker in office,” I raged in disbelief. The piece of shit wouldn’t be in DC if it wasn’t for us. “How did we find this out?”

“Bane put a tracker on him and bugged his flat in DC, along with his office. Just to keep tabs on things. He just brought me the evidence this morning, but Vilmer’s not doing this for his purposes. He’s doing it for someone else. That’s what we need to find out. He’s being very careful when he speaks to them on the phone. We need to get a tracer put on his cell. That’s being handled.” He said the last part through gritted teeth. “But we can’t sit and wait. Whoever he’s working for needs to be fucking scared. We move now. Which is why I’m here.”

He didn’t have to elaborate. I already knew.

“You want me to go to DC,” I finished.

He nodded. “Figured you’d want to see Opal anyway. Include her in this.”

My only daughter lived in DC and handled covering up things for us internally in the government.

“Yeah, it’s been two months since I laid eyes on her. Wouldn’t mind getting out there for a bit to spend some time with her.”

Linc leaned forward, resting his elbows on his bent knees as his brows lowered with a severe expression. “We don’t want them dead. Yet. We want them alive and brought in for questioning.”

I nodded. “I don’t like getting my hands dirty anyway. Too old for that shit.”

A sadistic chuckle came from Linc. “Sure you are.”

The corner of my lips quirked. I’d just sliced a fucker’s thumb off last week, but he’d deserved it. He’d stolen three fucking bottles of my best whiskey from our distillery.

Two

Bay Fox

This was the one part of my job that I loathed.

Boarding. It was never smooth, and there was always one or more headaches waiting to latch on to me. Mostly due to humans. Annoying ones. Who did not listen when told exactly what to do.

But other than that, I endured just fine. Was this the profession I’d worked so hard to get a degree in? No. But it kept me fed, off the streets, and living comfortably. The four years I had spent making the dean’s list and living off caffeine because I also worked full-time as a server at an all-night diner had been for nothing. I’d never be able to go back to the life I had almost killed myself for.

The familiar taste of bitterness began to stir inside me, and I shoved it down. Refusing to let it bait me. That was all behind me. I’d moved on, figured it out, and here I was. A senior cabin flight attendant with American Silver Airways after only four years, and for the most part, I was living a good life. I hated people the majority of the time, but they didn’t know it. Winning.

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Silas (Obsessed Alpha #15) Read Online C.M. Steele http://www.booksnovels.com/silas-obsessed-alpha-15-read-online-c-m-steele Sat, 10 Oct 2026 20:14:44 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/silas-obsessed-alpha-15-read-online-c-m-steele Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Insta-Love, Mafia, Virgin Authors: C.M. Steele Series: Obsessed Alpha Series by C.M. Steele
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A chance encounter at a gala sent these two strangers into each other’s arms—literally.

Silas hated fake people and their parties, but business required his presence. Nothing at the event could hold his interest until she landed roughly against his chest. Silas’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at the woman he held in his arms.
Yelena was running from another disastrous encounter with a stranger when she hit a hard body. Ashamed and frightened, she needed to get away before the creep who cornered her would find her. Still, for a brief second, the new stranger had pushed away the fear as he held her in his grasp.

With one touch, Silas was hooked, willing to do anything to marry Yelena, including making a deal with the devil

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Chapter One

Silas

I hated events like this. Galas for the rich, looking to offer their daughter or make a business deal. Hell, maybe a combination of the two. I wouldn’t have been here if my father hadn’t broken his leg doing some dumb shit. Now he was home with my mom, and I was here pretending to give a shit about any of these people. “Mr. Harrison, it’s so good to see you.” The older man approached me with predatory intent in his eyes. Santos Christiano was one of the many men trying to get me to marry his daughter.

“I’m sure it’s a pleasure to see me,” I answered, boredom clear in my voice.

“I expected your father to be here tonight. I’m sorry that he’s hurt.”

“Yes, well, hopefully he will be back to attending these events soon.” I sipped my whiskey while he studied my face.

“I see that you didn’t bring a date tonight.” There it was. I knew he had a daughter or two.

“I never do.” The ridiculous game had begun.

“Have you met my Carmella?”

I didn’t care if she was his newest woman or his daughter. “I haven’t, and I don’t plan to, but thank you.”

“Don’t be so quick to dismiss her. You know our families would be united, and a union would be beneficial to both of us.” I had to end any of his ideas before he continued, so I snapped at him.

“When and if I ever marry, it’s not going to be a business deal. Now, excuse me.”

I walked away from him in a hurry, so much so that I didn’t see the woman before I nearly sent her to the ground. The collision was immediate and powerful. My arms instinctively wrapped around her slender frame. Her chest slammed against mine; she gasped from the impact, and the tiny sound sent pleasure straight to my dick. I knew I fucked up.

Our eyes met in shock before flicking to something dangerous—lust. I didn’t want to let her go. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized. She didn’t need to say sorry to me. For the first time in my life, I felt something that wasn’t just annoyance from a scheming woman. “It’s my fault for running into you.” Her fingers gripped my biceps as she tried to get herself steady again.

“No, the fault is mine,” I insisted. “What’s your name? Who are you here with?”

“Excuse me, I have to go.” Her lips were parted and her eyes darted around. She looked back as if afraid someone was after her.

“I’ve got you; no one’s going to hurt you.” She pushed out of my arms, and a rush of coldness slipped between us.

“Mr. Harrison,” someone called out. I turned my head, and there stood my assistant. I’d been distracted long enough for the woman to take off.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I barked. She was never invited to these things because people would get the wrong impression, and so would she.

“Your father sent me to make sure you weren’t coerced into anything you didn’t want.”

“I don’t have time for this right now. Excuse me.” I sped past her and began hunting for my future bride. By the time I reached the ballroom, my mysterious woman in a silky gray dress was gone.

“Where are you running off to?” Santos said, cuffing my bicep.

“Do you know that woman who just went that way?” I asked him, pointing toward the direction where she fled.

“No, I don’t recognize her.” I sighed, hoping he knew who she was with. “Harrison, this is my daughter I mentioned earlier.” I only glanced at her long enough to be polite, but without an ounce of interest in my gaze.

I gave him a simple nod and excused myself. “Sorry, I need to go.”

For two hours I walked around, mindlessly chatting about nothing whilst my eyes roamed the hall. Word would spread like wildfire, and the gossips would attack in full force if I asked too many questions. I was a valuable commodity to these people, and I didn’t trust they wouldn’t sabotage my plans for the mysterious woman, so I kept the questions to myself.

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The Devil (War of Hearts #3) Read Online Natasha Knight http://www.booksnovels.com/the-devil-war-of-hearts-3-read-online-natasha-knight Sat, 10 Oct 2026 20:14:37 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-devil-war-of-hearts-3-read-online-natasha-knight Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Authors: Natasha Knight Series: War of Hearts Series by Natasha Knight
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Total pages in book: 102
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Amal

“Did you really think you could run from me, Little Virgin?”

I betrayed the only man who ever made me feel safe.

I stole from him and ran.

For three months, I managed to stay gone.

Until the cathedral doors crash open and he comes to make good on an old promise.

"I’ll marry you myself before I let any other man touch you."

Now, I belong to Jet Blackstone, a man they call The Devil.

But Jet doesn’t know the real reason I ran. And he can’t ever find out.

Jet

I would have done anything for Amal. I’d have given her the f’ing world. All she had to do was ask.

Instead, she betrayed me.

Stole the one thing I should have destroyed a decade ago and disappeared.

She crossed an ocean.

I followed.

And when I found her, I bound her to me in the only way I knew how.

I made her my wife.

But before I can take my bride home, we’re attacked, and the past I thought I'd buried comes raging back.

Bloodlines matter to The Society.

They don’t forget. And they definitely don’t forgive.

Now they’ve come for what’s mine.

But I’ll burn their entire world down before I let them take her

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PROLOGUE

Amal

Present Day

Edinburgh, Scotland

An icy breeze blows in.

It’s the vestibule doors opening, that little bit of outside slipping into the cathedral. A moment later, the doors clang shut, loud and unmistakable.

A shudder runs through me, the hair on the back of my neck standing on end.

It’s him.

I know it.

I feel it.

He’s found me. It was only a matter of time, wasn’t it? I knew that all along.

I close my eyes.

My heart thuds against my ribs as the old pews creak, the congregation sitting down. There is an infinitesimal pause in Father Abernathy’s stride toward the podium. His eyes are trained on the center aisle.

On the men who just entered the church.

Footsteps resound on the stone floors, loud and echoing. Heads turn to look. Not mine though.

No need.

I swallow as the steps grow closer, the beads of the rosary I clutch digging deep into the palms of my hands.

Father Abernathy taps the microphone, testing it. The clearing of his throat echoes and I keep my eyes on him, the shadow of the huge cross, Jesus nailed to it, a blur at his back.

The footsteps stop when they reach my pew. My pulse stutters but I keep my gaze fixed straight ahead. I don’t look at the towering figure looming there. Still don’t dare turn my head to meet the eyes of the man casting his shadow over me.

I don’t think I could move if I wanted to.

Jethro, Jet, Blackstone. Right hand man of Cassian Trevino. Meant to be his Consigliere but turned into something else entirely.

His gaze bores into the side of my head willing me to turn. Daring me to.

When I don’t, he steps into the pew without a word, his body nudging mine, the heat of him burning. I glance to my right, escape impossible I know, but fight or flight is basic instinct and mine is telling me to run. To get the hell out of there.

But Malcom, Jet’s most trusted man, takes a seat on the other end of the pew. No exit for me, not unless I plan on climbing over Malcom’s thighs and clawing my way out.

As if sensing I’m desperate enough to do exactly that, Jet’s hand slips just beneath my skirt to close over my knee. The skin of his palm is rough, his grip unforgiving. Our thighs are pressed together, my arm against his. He doesn’t leave an inch between us. He’s all hard muscle and broad shoulders letting me know this space is not my own.

The hand on my knee slides up just a little. An inch. Two. My heart thuds and it takes all I have to keep my gaze forward.

His fingers tighten, digging into my thigh until I’m finally forced to look at him. To meet those beautiful forest eyes. Eyes that once saw straight through to the damage inside. Like they felt and understood it.

Understood me.

Now those eyes are narrowed. Angry.

What do I expect, though? I betrayed him.

He took me in, made me feel safe for the first time in a long time and I betrayed him.

My heart pounds so hard it hurts. The sight of him, the scent of his aftershave, it crashes over me, clean and familiar and intoxicating. I’ve caught the scent on his shirts, his pillow, his skin. It makes my head spin.

A shiver ripples through me that has nothing to do with the cold inside this ancient stone structure.

Jet leans impossibly closer, eyes locked on mine as he inhales deeply. He is predator and I am prey.

“Did you really think you could run from me, Little Virgin?” he asks, whispered words low and dark, the vibration of them making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

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The Mafia Billionaire’s Wife of Obligation Read Online Marian Tee http://www.booksnovels.com/the-mafia-billionaires-wife-of-obligation-read-online-marian-tee Sat, 10 Oct 2026 20:14:29 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-mafia-billionaires-wife-of-obligation-read-online-marian-tee Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Insta-Love, Mafia Authors: Marian Tee Advertisement

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He married me to save my life. Now that I’m safe, I’m setting him free.

Eighteen months ago, my stepfather sold me to pay his gambling debts.
And the only man who could rescue me from the horrible clutches of a fiancé I never wanted?
Ruel Caristia.
He’s tall, dark, and terrifyingly beautiful.
A billionaire with blood ties to the mafia.
When he told me the only way out of that country was to marry him, I knew I had no choice but to believe him.
I took my chances, and in return…
My brooding and mysterious husband gave me a safe home and nights I’ll never forget.
The only thing he never gave me is his heart, and that’s why…
On the day I knew I was finally safe…
I knew it was also time to let go of the most honorable man I’ve ever known.
I ask for a divorce.
And my husband doesn’t even try to stop me

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Part One

Chapter 1

Not A Meet Cute

Ican see it now.

My name will be on everyone's lips. And it's because I'm the girl whose death led to a Netflix documentary.

Karyna Francisco: The Girl Who Kept Hoping Her Stepfather Wasn't Evil. And Paid the Price for Her Stupidity with Her Life.

…

Okay, I know I probably could've worded that better.

Or maybe not.

I've never been gifted with words. My earliest memories of Mom were of her shouting 'shut up', and when she and my stepfather married, Joel also started shouting something similar.

Instead of simply asking me to shut up, he was more…descriptive. He yelled at me to 'shut the fuck up'.

But anyway.

Netflix probably wouldn't give me the time of the day with a title that boring (and just plain uninspired, if we're being honest).

But I honestly don't have time to think of something else because⁠—

Ding.

The elevator doors slide open just as I round the corner, and the first person to step out is Konrad.

Nooooooooooooo!

The people my stepfather has sold me to as payment for his gambling debts are back, and I barely have time to retreat before they see me.

I duck into the side hallway that branches off the corner, and I press myself against the wall so hard I can feel the raised pattern of the wallpaper through my shirt. I don't dare breathe. The carpet is thick under my sneakers, so thick it swallows every sound, but that doesn't stop me from panicking that it didn't swallow mine.

“Watch the elevators," Konrad orders from somewhere past the corner. "And the fire exits."

Like always.

Konrad, the man Joel sold me to, is so paranoid that he never walks into a building without covering every way out of it. I've been stuck in this hotel long enough to know his routine by heart, so I also know what comes next.

Footsteps. His, heavy and impatient, going right past the mouth of my little side hallway without slowing down.

Toward my room.

Nobody's standing guard outside my door, and I know exactly why. They think I'm too meek to run. Too dumb to even try.

And honestly?

Until today, they would've been right.

I was hoping to leave the hotel before they got back, but that's now out of the question, so…

Think, Kar!

Ten months ago, Joel lost his job and started gambling online.

Five months ago, my mother died in a stabbing "accident".

Four months ago, my stepfather said we were losing the house.

Three months ago, he said we should move back to his home country Moskra and start fresh. In hindsight, I realize now that those words were too good to be true, but since I did preface all of this with the admission that I'm not the brightest bulb in the block…

That's how I ended up here: trapped in a foreign country without a single cent to my name, engaged against my will, and about to be taken away by a fiancé who makes Charles Manson look reasonable…if I don't think of something soon.

So please, brain!

The second Konrad's footsteps fade, I peel myself off the wall and go the opposite way, deeper into the side hallway.

I have my hand over my mouth to keep myself from crying out as I try the doors of every hotel room I pass while I walk down the hallway like a headless chicken.

Please work for me like you've never worked before!

But they’re all locked.

Please, please.

But it’s no use. Every knob I try turning might as well be made of stone, unyielding and unmoving between my fingers. It’s only a matter of time before they find me, and then…

And then…

No, no, no!

Don’t give up just yet!

Come on, brain, think!

I was five years old when I watched my first action movie. It was the first of Tom Cruise's Mission Impossible movies, and since then, action flicks became my greatest source of comfort. They were my secret pain reliever when I was emotionally bruised. My go-to for every curve ball life throws my way (which honestly happens so, so often, that if I were the superstitious type, I'd have long believed I was cursed).

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The Woman with the Handcuffs (Costa Family #14) Read Online Jessica Gadziala http://www.booksnovels.com/the-woman-with-the-handcuffs-costa-family-14-read-online-jessica-gadziala Sat, 10 Oct 2026 20:14:23 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-woman-with-the-handcuffs-costa-family-14-read-online-jessica-gadziala Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Crime, Mafia Authors: Jessica Gadziala Series: Costa Family Series by Jessica Gadziala
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She had a plan: hold the mafia boss captive and make him tell her what he did with her missing father.

The problem started when she realized she had absolutely no idea how to successfully hold someone captive. Her gun was fake. Her handcuff skills? Questionable. And she was physically incapable of torturing someone without getting sick.

When it became clear that the mob didn’t hurt her father, she found herself suddenly teaming up with—and falling for—the grumpy, reclusive mafia capo.

But the more they uncovered about her father, the more questions she had.

And the closer she got to the truth, the more she feared she may have to choose between he answers she needed and the man she’s come to love…

* This book can be read as a standalone

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CHAPTER ONE

Gavino

“Yo, I’m fucking talking to you.” Leondro snapped a finger in my face.

“I’m listening.” I wasn’t.

“You might be listening, but you’re not hearing me,” Leo said, pausing to wait for me to try to deny it. I didn’t. “Look, I know you’re anxious to get back to whatever anime-porn-spank-bank, Lit-RPG, boring-ass documentary, Luddite hermitage you call a life, but I need you to focus for five minutes.”

He was pretty spot-on with all those. Except the anime porn. Otherwise, it was almost alarming how well he knew how I spent my time when I was almost always doing so alone.

“These meetings could almost always be a phone call.”

“And if you were paying attention, you would know this isn’t some family update. This is about a job.”

No one would ever accuse me of being the biggest earner in the Costa Family. Whatever gene all my brothers and cousins were born with seemed to skip me.

I’d worked hard when I was younger just so I could get myself Made, get my capo status, get a crew of soldiers and associates who did all the actual work and kicked the money up to me, then be allowed to be left to my own devices the rest of the time.

Except, of course, when my family got squirrelly about my lifestyle and staged makeshift interventions talking about shit like depression and being worried about me.

But I wasn’t depressed.

I just liked what I liked. And I liked my low-tech home, my boring-ass documentaries, my books, delivery food, and being left the fuck alone.

Try telling that to a deeply enmeshed mafia family, though.

That said, I did care about jobs. Because those going smoothly were what allowed me to continue life on my terms.

I glanced back toward the coffee house we were meeting at. Bustling, even in the off-hours, with a rack of every single kind of syrup known to mankind and two colored-haired, tattooed, pierced baristas handling the rush with a calm, practiced sort of grace.

It was the kind of place my brother knew I hated. Trendy and too bright with coffee prices you’d need to take a second mortgage out on your house to afford a yearly habit.

Though, to be fair, meeting at my preferred coffee place—a dark, dirty, run-down bodega on the corner near my house, who sold coffee so strong it was almost thick—wasn’t conducive to a private conversation.

“Alright,” I said, exhaling, “I’m listening.”

“One of your associates went missing.”

“Who?”

Associates were a dime a dozen. Low-level guys who wanted to be in the mob, so they were willing to do whatever grunt work you threw at them. They took most of the risk with the lowest amount of reward. It wouldn’t be surprising if someone had enough of it and wanted to walk away.

“Daniel Hall.”

“I’m gonna need more than that.”

“One of the long-haul truckers.”

“Fuck.”

Any other associate and I would have brushed it off. But the long-haul trucker scheme was my most profitable one. Even the loss of one trucker could mean hundreds of thousands, if not millions, in profits lost.

“When did he run off?”

“No, Gav. He’s missing,” Leo explained. “There’s a missing person’s report and everything.”

That was even weirder.

“Did he go missing from his home?

“No. His rig was found on the side of a road. No Daniel.”

“Was he hauling product at the time?”

“I don’t know. Just got the word an hour ago. I have to check the routes and talk to our connections.”

“How long ago was this?” If he was long-hauling, there was no reason to assume he was anywhere near us. So the information wouldn’t have hit our local news.

“One of our soldiers got suspicious about not hearing from him yesterday, so he started looking into it. They found the rig two weeks ago.”

Dammit.

Any leads we could have had to go on would be long cold.

“Was the rig impounded?”

“No.”

“No?”

“The owner of the trucking company took it. We are working on all the angles now. Should have boots on the ground in a few hours. We will hopefully have some answers by then.”

“Do we have any leads on other truckers who might be options to replace him?”

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Twisted Little Game (Crimson College #5) Read Online Raleigh Ruebins http://www.booksnovels.com/twisted-little-game-crimson-college-5-read-online-raleigh-ruebins Sat, 10 Oct 2026 20:14:14 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/twisted-little-game-crimson-college-5-read-online-raleigh-ruebins Genre: College, Contemporary, Dark, M-M Romance, Mafia Authors: Raleigh Ruebins Series: Crimson College Series by Raleigh Ruebins
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Total pages in book: 80
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My stalker is a problem… but my bodyguard is a monster.
I never asked for Roman Petrov.
I made one mistake, got threats on my life, and now my brother hires me a bodyguard?
Roman is six-foot-five, pure muscle, and a gorgeous, scowling face.
I break a few of his rules on my first night of his protection.
Provoke him, ’til he pins me to the wall.
And something explodes between us when he lays his hands on me.

Our size difference sparks a pure physical addiction.
His two rules:
His family runs the mob… but we don’t talk about it.
And he’s usually 100% straight… but completely obsessed with me.
I can take a man who’s taller and bigger in every way.
As threats escalate, Roman demands I stay in his room, closer than ever.

When I’m attacked on campus, Roman’s unhinged, vowing to destroy anyone who hurts me.
He’s the heir to a powerful Bratva crime family, and war with the mafia is erupting now, too.
I know I’m in danger.
Lines blur between who I can or can’t trust.
But I have Roman close to me. And I believe it when he says I’m his

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“I didn’t fall in love with him, I fell into him, like gravity had been waiting for us all along.”

― Arden Frost

1

Roman

Something is wrong tonight.

Someone.

The worst part of my bloodline, creating more problems for me, when I asked for none.

My eyes scan the sloping hill, the scent of recently cut grass filling the night air. I look at every empty bench dotted along the cobbled walkway skirting the hill, checking to see if Yegor brought backup tonight.

No parked vehicles.

No one on foot.

It’s second nature for me to keep a close watch on my surroundings.

It’s not that I’m afraid of whatever pathetic attempt at negotiation my cousin is planning tonight. Fear isn’t an emotion I’m capable of anymore when it comes to my family.

It just makes me fucking sick.

My skin crawled when my cousin told me to meet him here.

I still feel unclean for agreeing to it, even now.

I hate negotiating.

It requires talking, which I hate even more.

Problems are better solved with strength, or strategy, or silence. People crack under the pressure of silence, when they realize you aren’t just going to fold and give them what they want.

It’s one of my deadliest weapons.

But it doesn’t fucking work with Yegor.

“Are you going to speak?”

My deep baritone cuts through the air. I pace past Yegor’s shadowy form, standing beside a solid tree trunk, and I nod toward his dark figure the moment I clock where he’s standing.

A dank mix of cologne and incense lingers in the air around him. Inheriting millions hasn’t improved his taste.

My boots crunch on the gravel path under the canopy of trees.

Yegor cocks his head to one side. “You wouldn’t be meeting with me if you weren’t at least a little interested in what I have to offer, Roman.”

“You have nothing I want.”

“I think I might.”

“Skazhi eto, blyat,” I tell him, keeping my voice low. Fucking say it.

He knows enough Russian to understand that, even if his mother never spoke it as much as mine did.

I glance down at my phone and tap out a quick text.

Roman

It’s just Yegor. No company.

Maks Petrov

Got it.

Maks is standing 50 feet away right now.

Because I did come with company.

Maks is behind a tree, in the shadows, watching over me with a loaded gun. He’s the only one of my cousins I’d trust with my life. Maks is more like a brother to me than a cousin, and he always has my back.

Can never be too careful taking meetings these days.

“I have a job for you,” Yegor tells me, pacing around beneath the tree. When he steps out into the pale moonlight, he’s smiling at me.

“From the Bratva?”

“Yes.”

I set my jaw, then release it. “I told you not to contact me with more jobs.”

“Yet you accept them from Maks?”

“I respect Maks.”

He bites the inside of his cheek. “Then why did you meet me?”

My finger twitches at my side. When I don’t respond to him, the low chirp of crickets is the only other sound in the night air.

A breeze blows through the leaves, and cooler air kisses my skin for the first time in months.

The ending of summer can’t come soon enough. I need the cold.

“I met you here because I don’t want you showing up at my fraternity house,” I finally tell him. “And I thought you might have been stupid enough to try it.”

The fact that Yegor has come this close to the school’s edge already makes me consider sending him home with a black eye.

We’re not on the Crimson College campus anymore, we’re below it. Technically. I don’t conduct family business on campus.

One of my rules.

I’ve also told my cousins, a thousand times, not to contact me with petty new small-time jobs from within the family, but Yegor seems to think he’s an exception.

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