Best Mafia Novels

Aiden Armstrong, CEO of skylight group and boss of the Dark Flood mafia, has a dark fetish for virgins-an obsession that leads him to Avery Kingston. He was in need of a wife in order to get control of his grandfather's legacy. The Kingston's offered him a proposal, one where both sides benefits. He gets a wife to keep his inheritance and a virgin who was just his type in exchange for a huge sum to aid the Kingston's escape bankruptcy. Avery, forced into marriage with Aiden, an unknown dangerous looking handsome fellow by her family, soon discovers the journal of her husband's fetish and catches him cheating. She becomes a different and better version of herself vowing to get back at all who had wronged her. As she builds herself and takes revenge, she finds more secrets about her family, her mom's death and Aiden's past. Amidst disappointments, plots for revenge and abduction of Avery, Aiden discovers he had fallen in love with her but is it seemed to be a little too late until they were both placed in a situation that was to end both their lives but turned out to be a moment for truth, reconciliation, love and fresh start.

"You were just the incubator, Alex. Iliana is their real mother." With those words, Alpha Gavyn erased six years of my life. I had raised his twins, sat up with them through fevers, and loved them as my own while he waited for his "true mate" to return. But the moment Iliana came back, I became nothing more than a nuisance. The betrayal didn't stop there. My children, the ones who used to cling to my leg, looked at me with pure disgust. "Ew," my daughter sneered. "Daddy says you're just a hairless weakling. Don't touch me!" She shoved me down the stairs. Gavyn didn't help me up. He stepped over my bleeding body to comfort Iliana because the smell of my blood "bothered" her. He forced me to dive into a poisoned lake to retrieve a necklace Iliana threw away, just to humiliate me. And when kidnappers held us both at gunpoint on a cliff, asking him to save one, he didn't hesitate. "I choose Iliana," he said, turning his back on me. "You were just a substitute." As I fell into the abyss, waiting for death, I felt a snap inside my chest. Gavyn thought he was killing a latent human. He had no idea that the fall would shatter the seal on my soul. Mid-air, my bones didn't break—they reshaped. A blinding white light exploded from my skin. The Alpha didn't just discard a nanny. He just unleashed the legendary White Wolf.

He is power, control, and consequence. She is everything he never planned for. Lucien Blackwell rules his world through silence and precision, dismantling threats before they speak his name. When betrayal from his own family forces him to tighten his grip, the last thing he expects is her-a florist whose calm presence unsettles him more than any enemy ever has. As unseen eyes close in and his shadow stretches across her life, she refuses to be protected through ignorance or distance. Instead, she chooses awareness, agency, and a place beside the danger. Because some things don't survive darkness. They bloom within it. Blooming Under His Shadow is a slow-burn romantic suspense about power, choice, and the risk of loving a man whose world was never built for light.

Before Ethan lost his memory, everyone in Portwick knew that he loved Greta more than his own life. The bullet that tore through Ethan's chest when he saved her all those years ago was still lodged beneath his fourth rib to this day. To give her a place where she could live safely, he would turned against every major gang in Portwick. If anyone so much as displeased Greta, he wouldn't hesitate to make them bleed on the spot. No blinking, and no mercy. Greta had always believed they were bound together for this lifetime and the next, destined to share the same grave. Until Ethan was slashed across the back of the head and lost his memory. And forgot the woman he loved. When Greta walked in on him tangled in bed with his childhood sweetheart, Cara, her world collapsed. After that, for Cara's sake, he pointed a gun at Greta again and again. He even pushed her into the abyss with his own hands. Only when she died in front of him did Ethan finally remember everything. But by then, he had truly lost her.

Ava Sinclair thought she was just signing papers as a secretary, She never imagined one innocent mistake could put a mafia heir's life and her own on the line. Lucien Moretti is ruthless, powerful, and dangerously unpredictable. When Ava unknowingly signs a contract that marks him for assassination, their worlds collide in a storm of betrayal, secrets, and deadly attraction. Forced together by danger, trust becomes a luxury neither can afford. As enemies close in and past wounds threaten to tear them apart, Ava and Lucien must decide: surrender to the risks of love or survive alone in a world built on power and blood. In a city ruled by danger, will their passion survive, or will one mistake cost them everything?

I had played the role of Hunt Noble’s perfect partner for three years, a polished asset to his multi-billion dollar empire. But the mask slipped when I saw a photo of him smiling at another woman with an intimacy he hadn’t shown me in months. When I tried to walk away, Hunt didn't beg for forgiveness. He pinned me against a cold marble counter and reminded me that I was his property. "I provide for you. I don't answer to you." At the city's most prestigious gala, I made one final, desperate plea for a real commitment. He laughed, calling our relationship a "merger of assets" and labeling me a "bad investment" with a failed career. He had his lawyers draft a thirty-million-dollar NDA to buy my silence, treating our three years together like a business transaction to be settled and filed away. I signed the papers and threw the keys to his penthouse in his face, desperate to reclaim my soul. But that same night, I was drugged at a high-end club by a predator who thought I was unprotected. Before the darkness swallowed me, Hunt reappeared, a violent shadow who beat my attacker until the floor was slick with blood. I woke up back in the one place I swore I’d never return to: his master bedroom. As Hunt washed the filth of the night off me, his eyes burned with a terrifying, renewed possessiveness that the $30 million check couldn't hide. "You don't go anywhere without my permission." I realized then that the money wasn't my exit fee—it was the down payment on a permanent cage. If I ever wanted to be free, I couldn't just walk out. I had to burn his entire empire to the ground.