Mafia Wars (COMPLETE SERIES) Paperback Bundle

Dmitri Ivanov may be Russian Mafia, but he’s determined to repair every broken piece of me...

My battered body healed.

My heart hasn’t.

Everything my ex convinced me to hate about myself, Dmitri turns upside down.

From day one, he requires my commitment to him—including my full trust.

In return, he claims he’s giving his to me.

But the element of danger Dmitri gives off isn't just in my head.

He’s involved in things.

His past isn’t buried so deep it never re-appears.

And the thing he hates most about himself, I should run from.

It only binds me closer to him.

The person I’m changing into won’t let him discard me—even if he says it’s for my own good.

Ruthless Stranger

★★★★★ Maggie Cole is an absolute savage. Her new mafia series is phenomenal and extra spicy! -Sophie Lark, Bestselling Author of Mafia Series Brutal Birthright and Kingmakers 

Recently divorced, hurting, but liberated Aspen gets pulled to Vegas with her girlfriends, where she gets dangerously and intimately involved with a ruthless stranger who knows no limits. Get lost in their world and be left sweating, panting, and craving more.

He’s a Ruthless Stranger. One I can’t see, only feel, thanks to my friends who make a deal with him on my behalf.

No names. No personal details. No face to etch into my mind.

Just him, me, and an expensive silk tie.

What happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in Vegas.

He warns me he’s full of danger.

I never see that side of him. All I experience is his Russian accent, delicious scent, and touch that lights me on fire.

One incredible night turns into two. Then we go our separate ways.

But fate doesn't keep us apart. When I run into my stranger back in Chicago, I know it’s him, even if I’ve never seen his icy blue eyes before.

Our craving is hotter than Vegas. But he never lied.

He’s a ruthless man…

Broken Fighter

He’s my brother’s best friend, a Russian killer, and boxer with no ties to the O’Malley crime family—my family.

I’ve loved and studied him forever. 

I witnessed him change when I was only thirteen. 

He doesn’t know I’m aware he kills, or how I notice once a year he gets a call and disappears.

For years we fight our attraction. 

One night, we succumb to our desire.

Every touch he gives me is electric. 

Each moment deepens our addiction.

If it were only us, life would be perfect.

Unfortunately, our union creates targets on our backs from multiple crime families. 

It puts our loved ones at greater risk. 

Wars from each of our enemies now plague the O’Malleys and Ivanovs.

Every time the annual call comes to pay off his debt, he crumbles further. 

I’m not sure how much more either of us can take. 

He’s my broken fighter…

Cruel Enforcer

A tormented soul on the verge of breaking…

The night we met, I joked about being his cougar. 

He said it depended on how much I could handle. 

Nothing prepared me for how Sergey Ivanov turned my world upside down.

Borderline scandalous describes the things he introduces me to. 

Every limit I reach, he knows to back off or keep pushing. 

Each sinful touch is a catalyst for greedy desire I never knew existed within me.

Once I step into his world, it’s impossible to get out. 

There’s no retreating from him. It’s a magnetic pull swirling with pain and kindness unable to be defined.

The world views him as strong and intimidating. 

I see love and demons he never should have been exposed to but can’t escape. 

Even when he thinks it’s safe, it never really is.

He’s my cruel enforcer…

Vicious Protector

Demons so deep they destroy us…

Every part of Adrian Ivanov is pure, unable to ignore, male virility. 

He’s arrogant. 

Protective. 

Sweet and intensely attentive. 

On rare occasions, outright vicious.

If only his soul wasn't tortured over who he is and what he has become. 

He hides it all from me, proclaiming the truth will ruin us.

No matter how much I insist anything he confesses won’t deter my heart, his ghosts won’t allow him.

But they aren’t apparitions.

The present collides with the past in a dangerous and twisted game he doesn’t even know he’s a pawn in. 

It causes everything in our future to remain in jeopardy.

There’s a choice, yet nothing hard in life comes without consequences.

He’s my vicious protector…

Savage Tracker

Wanting anything resembling what I had should suffocate me.

Meeting my neighbor, Obrecht Ivanov, confuses me. 

The moment he walks through my door, I desperately want him to command me to kneel. 

I swore I would never return to anything like life with my ex-husband. 

So why do I feel as if I can’t breathe?

Each passing day that I don’t cave into my desires, the tension in my soul exponentially tightens.

I convince myself to go take care of it and stop the itch once and for all. 

Just one time and then I’ll be fine.

It’s bad enough my ex-husband is doing everything in his power to find me.

The choice I make puts me in a dangerous and vulnerable position.

It’s a good thing Obrecht is always watching me.

He’s my savage tracker…

Unchosen Ruler

He’s the future unchosen ruler of the O’Malleys.

Locked away for too many years.

Underestimated and pissed off.

Protective beyond all rationale.

Possessive unlike any man I’ve ever known.

I should run. 

Except Liam O'Malley isn't a choice. 

He's the air I breathe.

Still, I wonder if I can really be queen of the O’Malleys—especially when I discover the truth about who I am.

Anyone else in our shoes would make a different choice, but nothing with Liam is predictable.

In our world, anything but strength gets you killed.

It’s what makes him the perfect unchosen ruler.

Perfect Sinner

I’m the mafia princess Nolan O’Malley hates to love.

The moment we collide, he wants to destroy me. 

He should. 

My blood is that of his arch enemy.

I’m unsure if the war raging inside him or me is stronger.

Instead of running away or ending me, he keeps me close.

He watches my every move, and monitors each threat my estranged family delivers to me.

The close quarters we share only get smaller until there is no more distance between us.

Yet I still am who I am.

Time and again he saves me from every dark demon. 

When we think the one person who wants to ruin me is dead, she isn’t.

This time, she won’t win.

I’m coming after her.

Except my actions have unintended consequences. 

And I should have known he’d come after me.

After all, he’s my perfect sinner.

Brutal Defender

I choose Killian O’Malley out of desperation.

My papà gives me an ultimatum with one other option. 

I’ll do anything not to marry the Italian mafia boss who lives in Italy and is twice my age.

So I become Killian’s debt repayment. 

When I’m forced to pick, I don’t know he’s a boxer, a decade older than me, or has a body better than Zeus.

He’s bossy.

Arrogant.

He calls me a mafia brat and creates rules like I’m his child, saying he’ll tame me.

Our angsty relationship is so hot between the sheets my head is constantly spinning.

At times, he becomes a raging psychopath destroying anyone who even looks at me, including my ex who won’t move on.

I thought Killian would be a playboy, but he takes our vows to the extreme.

Everything about him makes him my brutal defender.

Deviant Hacker

A Mafia Underboss Kidnapped Me.

The moment Declan O’Malley laid eyes on me the universe shifted. 

His inked muscles, seductive confidence, and bad boy vibes lured me to him. 

He’s twice my age. 

He’s experienced.

Now I’m in a dark cell. 

Bound. 

Cold.

Helpless.

He’s determined to turn me into his obedient little captive until I convince him I’ve told him the truth.

The spark burns hotter, the hunger between us electric.

When he demands I call him daddy, more confusion reigns over me.

I should hate him, instead of wanting to submit.

Yet all I crave is his deviant touch.

Relentless Hunter

One moment in time changed the course of our lives…

For over two decades, I vow to find her.

I'm locked up.

Full of rage.

Obsessed with remembering every detail about her.

When I get out, I scour the Earth.

Relentlessly.

Mercilessly.

I know she's out there.

I can still feel her, my firefly glowing in the dark.

I'll never stop until she's back in my arms.

Toxic

He started a war to save me. But I refuse to give him a second chance.

Dante Marino’s the definition of beautiful destruction.

Everything he touched, he destroyed...including me.

We were friends. Then we weren't.

He used me.

Played me.

Took every ounce of my affection and threw it away.

He became my enemy, then risked everything to save me.

Now, he wants me back, claiming he's changed—determined to make me his.

Each vow, every possessive kiss, feels like he’s mine.

But I can't forget that underneath his rock-hard body, seductive grin, and wicked promises, one thing will always remain true—he's my undoing.

Immoral

My ex bought me at an auction and forced me to marry him.

He said it was for my protection.

All I can think is he had it all planned.

Because what Gianni Marino wants, he gets—everything, except for me.

I won't forget how his broken promises left me scarred.

So this time, I'm determined not to give in to the temptation, no matter what he vows.

I only wish my skin wouldn't sizzle under his touch, or my heart wouldn’t pound out of my chest from his irresistible grin.

Most of all, I long to believe in him…in us, again.

Each time our enemy tries to hurt me, Gianni saves me, making his promises more believable.

If only I could trust him.

Crazed

I betrayed him…and spied on him for the enemy.

What he doesn’t know is… I was forced to do it.

Now I have to choose. My life or my heart?

So I promise myself I won’t fall for him.

It’s an impossible vow.

He's fifteen years my senior.

Every sinful command that flies past his lips makes me crave him more.

And no matter what, he protects me—even from his family who doesn’t trust me.

If only I wasn’t living a lie.

Carnal

One work meeting created an obsession neither of us could shake.

My boss's brother was a friend...until the day he turned his dark-brooding eyes on me.

For years, I studied Tristano at the club.

I'd mimic his commands, dominating the most powerful, dangerous men.

Now, he wants me to submit to him—the opposite role I usually play.

So we make a deal.

But the urges we think we'll overcome, we can't.

When we finally come to terms with our secret, his enemy tries to destroy us.

Then I wake up, not remembering anything.

And the man who claims I'm his makes my skin crawl.

If only I could understand the flashbacks of the dark-haired, chiseled-faced man.

Flawed

One wild night and failed birth control gifted me with an accidental pregnancy.

I’m not telling the father.

Luca’s mesmerizing and charming, but he isn't just a lot older than me.

After our hot night, I found out he's my family's enemy.

It leaves me no no choice but to keep him in the dark.

If his family found out my baby’s freedom would be at risk.

My family would disown me.

So I disappear for years, leaving him with no trace of where I am.

Except fate isn't my friend when a chance encounter brings him into my life again.

Age has only made him more irresistible.

Still, I know he's wrong for me—for my daughter.

But his wicked ways are too hard to resist…

Illicit King

★★★★★ ”Complete perfection. Romeo and Juliet without the sad ending. Maggie Cole writes the kind of stories and sexy book boyfriends that leave you completely blown away. Every. Single. Time.” - USA Today Bestselling Author, Faith Summers

Two enemy mafia families in a dangerous struggle for power. He thought it would be easy to deceive her. Once she learns the truth, the only answer is war. But what can two hearts do when they’re already entwined?

He wants to destroy my father’s throne. I should avoid him, but I can’t keep my hands off him.

Brody O'Connor is tall, rugged, and hell-bent on obliterating my family. He seduced me on purpose, and now I’m paying the price.

He’s my sworn enemy--part of a rival clan.

But no matter how much I try to shake him, or our heated encounters, I can’t.

Every step I take, he’s there, lurking in the shadows, studying me, waiting for any chance to undermine my efforts to become my father’s successor.

Brody says I’m naive--in the dark about Da’s true dealings. He’s screwing with my head.

Da is cruel, but he’s not capable of something so heinous.

Or is he?

If Brody’s right, then where does that leave me?

Where does it leave us?

Illicit Captor

He kidnapped me for vengeance against my husband.

The husband I’ve never loved.

The cruel man my father forced me to marry to teach me a lesson.

My husband didn’t think twice about how to carry out those lessons.

Now, I’ve gone from one prison to another.

My captor is just as ruthless as my husband. He’ll kill, torture, and do everything to hurt my family until no one is left.

Except for me.

Aidan’s made it clear he’s keeping me as his trophy.

And the more I understand his twisted thoughts, and crave his heated gaze, the deeper I drown in our world.

It’s where everything that shouldn’t happen does—the place that defies all laws and rules—the one where guilt reigns and you still can’t help but want what you shouldn’t.

Illicit Heir

He won an hour with me from a stupid bet.

We were several shots of whiskey and two pints of Guinness in when Devin suggested we play his game.

That hour turned into the next morning.

Then all hell broke loose.

I ransacked his wallet to find his identification card.

Our bliss disappeared into anger, hate, and accusations.

When he rejected me in that room, he didn't just leave me with a pounding headache and remorse.

He left me with a forever reminder of that night—the mix of two enemy bloods.

And now no one can ever know…including him.

Illicit Monster

My father sold me to his enemy.

He stole my innocence—right after he dressed me in white and made me vow to be his for all of eternity.

Now I’m cut off from my family.

Subjected to my husband’s warped rules and laws.

At the mercy of a tyrant who leers at me with green heated eyes until I beg him for things I shouldn’t.

Every day, I promise myself I’ll grow stronger and resist the urge to appease him.

It’s a losing battle I can’t win.

All I want is to love him, but I tell myself not to be foolish.

After all, a monster will never love.

He’ll only go deeper into his sinister ways.

Dmitri Ivanov

There are three things I don't have time for.

Cowardly men.

Drama surrounding women.

Anyone trying to stop me from building my empire. 

If any of those things get in my way, I deal swiftly with the issue and carry on with my life, even more focused to see my plans come to fruition.

So when I see her with him, I should stay away. It's a trifecta of everything I don't tolerate. But the moment she arrives, my attention is blurred. And I can't afford any distractions.

"This is getting old. What's the bottom line?" my older brother, Maksim, asks. For months, we've expressed interest and had multiple meetings to buy the land we need for our development.

Lorenzo Rossi, the Chicago Italian mob boss's youngest son, owns it. While he claims to be a legit business owner, my three brothers and I aren't stupid enough to believe it or let our guards down. But we also aren't going to back away from what we need. He bought the land from the city for next to nothing. Anything he gets is a huge profit. Before the ground can be touched, millions will need to be spent on cleanup. He knows it. We know it. But he's greedy. He also thinks he can string us along forever.

There's a loud surge of voices. It's only four o'clock, too early for the dinner rush, which is why we set our meeting for an hour ago. We should have finished by now, but Lorenzo doesn't understand the value of time.

Silver-spoon prick.

I'm bored and frustrated with his game. My brothers are, too, but I lack patience the most. Maksim, Boris, and Sergey all can wait things out longer than I can. But even they are fed up with this cat and mouse game Lorenzo's put us through. And I'm sick of looking at him and his three thugs' faces.

I sit back in my chair and cross my arms, glancing at the commotion, trying to stop myself from flying across the table and ripping Lorenzo to shreds.

A woman dressed in a bridal gown, the man I assume she just married, and people dressed up, arrive in groups. They all head toward the elevator, except one woman.

She has long, blonde hair that hangs in curls down her back. Her blue eyes remind me of Lake Michigan on a sunny day. A black, satin cocktail dress hugs her curves, accentuating her voluptuous breasts and round ass. Red stilettos match her pouty lips and clutch.

Hello, bombshell. Come to daddy.

She's not fat, but she's not a stick, either. I could grab her anywhere and not feel bones, which is what I like in a woman.

She walks toward our table, and I check her out. At first, she doesn't see me, but then she catches me staring, and our eyes lock. She blushes and looks away.

I look at her hand. No ring. Good.

When she passes, a light floral scent lingers in the air, and I almost groan.

I turn in my chair, watching her ass jiggle and sway just right before she disappears through the heavy wooden bathroom door.

"Dmitri?" Boris asks, pulling me back into the conversation.

I raise my eyebrows in question, and his face hardens. I'm sure I'll hear about this as soon as we leave.

Sergey clears his throat. "Our deadline is thirty days. If we can't make this happen in the next few weeks, we're walking. You can find another buyer."

Lorenzo calls his bluff. "You've got a lot of money tied up into land you won't be able to do anything with if you don't get my piece."

He's got us by the balls, and I hate it. "There are a lot of things we can do with what we have. Don't get cocky," I warn him.

The conversation goes back and forth. I'm getting irritated and excuse myself. "I need another drink. Anyone else?" The restaurant doesn't officially open until five for dinner, so the waitstaff hasn't arrived yet. Since we know the owner, he let us come in early but made it clear we needed to get our drinks at the bar, which we were fine with.

Maksim nods to get another round for everyone, and I go, happy to get a breather. The bartender is handing a man a beer. He's wearing a suit, has brown hair and eyes, and a scowl on his face.

"Bernie, give me four vodkas and four whiskeys," I order.

The bartender nods and grabs glasses and the bottles.

The man takes a sip of his beer then stares at the game on the television.

"What's the score?" I ask. I don't care, but Boris places bets on all the big games.

"Don't know. I've had to deal with shit all day," the man replies. He's dressed up, and I assume he's here because of the wedding reception upstairs.

"You part of the wedding?"

He scoffs and continues staring at the screen. "If you want to call it that."

I'm not sure what it is about him, but I don't like him. It's not his scowl. I know plenty of men who have the same look. But my gut is telling me he's a douchebag.

Bernie sets everything on a tray. "Sally should be in soon to wait on you guys."

"We're good. Thanks."

I throw a hundred down, tell him to keep the change, and spin with the tray in my hand.

"Oh, sorry!" The sex kitten from earlier jumps.

I check her out again, and she blushes, redder than earlier. "Not a problem."

"Sit, Anna," the man orders, as if she's a dog.

She's with him?

Anna.

My distaste for him grows.

Her face falls. She opens then closes her mouth. She shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath. "We need to go upstairs, Mitch."

"We aren't going until the game is over." He chugs several mouthfuls of his beer.

She bites her lip and quietly replies with a shaky voice, "But everyone is already there."

He spins on the barstool and, in a nasty voice, demands, "Sit your fat ass down."

She looks at the ground and blinks hard, her cheeks staining pink with embarrassment.

I put the tray of drinks down. "Don't talk to a lady that way," I growl. I shouldn't say anything. It's not my business. I don't need to get involved in this. There's a meeting going on and it should be my only focus.

Maybe it's the mix of how the meeting is going, my distaste for him, and the look on her face that makes me butt in. I usually steer clear of any domestic drama.

Anna's eyes widen.

Mitch spins and rises. "Keep your nose out of my business." He's not as tall as me or quite as built. My guess is I could take him out in one punch.

Not in front of her.

You don't need trouble. Walk away.

I lean closer to him. "My suggestion is you take your beer and move along to your party."

He steps closer. "What are you going to do about it?"

I glance at Anna. Her lip is trembling. I look back at Mitch. "I'm going to take these drinks to my brothers." I nod so he can see them. I could take him out myself, but a little intimidation never hurt. "When I finish, if you haven't escorted your woman upstairs, we'll be having a different discussion." Acknowledging she's his makes my stomach clench.

Why is she with such a loser?

I give her one last look and deliver the drinks to the table. When I turn, they step into the elevator. He has his hand roughly on her elbow. The doors shut, and I catch her fear-filled eyes.

I should follow him and rip his head off.

"Dmitri, Lorenzo seems to think we're willing to give him double what the property is worth," Boris seethes.

I groan inside. You're here to close this deal. Get your head in the game. The rest of the meeting only lasts another five minutes, but I can barely focus. All I want to do is go upstairs and learn everything there is about her. And I can't get her scared expression out of my mind.

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