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Chapter 93
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My Mafia Husband Chapter 94
Anaya I was floating in complete darkness. My body felt as though it was fastened to a harness. I tried to get down, but I could not. I held my hand out to touch something, but it was just a whole lot of nothing. I was about to give up when I overheard a toddler babbling in the distance. I turned to glance around when I saw a kid crawling away from me. He moved away on all fours while wriggling his adorable bum, so I was unable to see his face. It felt like the child was calling out to me as the he kept babble-babbling in his child’s language. I pushed myself to follow the child. And soon I was swimming towards him. “Hold on, little one. Where is your mama?” I questioned, but the child picked up his pace. I huffed, “Stop running, baby. We need to get you back to your mama. She might be worried!” The infant babbled again, and soon I heard him laugh. I could not help but smile at the sweet laughter of a child. I must admit that seeing him laugh made me happy. As though my maternal
My Mafia Husband Epilogue
6 years later... Nicolas I brushed my fingertips over the name ‘Emma Ricci’ on the tombstone. The words ‘an amazing mother and human’ were written in capital letters below it. My mother. Even after all these years, I still miss her with all my heart. I whispered, “Maa, I miss you,” and laid the flowers Anaya had picked this morning from the garden on the grave. I am sure that my mother is resting with angels. I looked to my right and saw three more headstones. While searching for Scar, I learned more about my other half-siblings that he had killed. I never managed to locate their remains, but I was able to establish some momentum in their memory. I may never meet them, but I pray they find peace in the hereafter. I smiled and walked back to the house. The wonderful aroma of coffee drew me to the kitchen, where my beautiful wife was brewing coffee. I smiled and hugged her from behind. “Hi, kitten,” I whispered in her ear and kissed her neck. My hands stroked her stomach. She shutt
My Mafia Husband Author's Note
Hi everyone, It's a wrap! Thank you guys for supporting me throughout Anaya and Nicolas's story. I really hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know in the comment section if you did. Kindly review and vote for the story if you like it. Now that we have reached the end of the book, I have planned more stories. However, I need your support and motivation to write it. I am planning Lucia's (Cia) story next. I have planned Ben's and Ad's stories as well. I have an outline in my mind about the story, just need to finalize it. Kindly motivate me by writing if you want Cia's story in the MMH's comment section. You can follow me on social media. F* and I*. My username is the same as my pen name. I hope I can see you there soon. You can ask me questions directly on social media and I will do my best to answer them. I would also like to take a moment to thank each and every person who has voted for and reviewed the book. You guys are my motivation. Every day
My Mafia Husband Prolouge
Blood. So much blood all over me. I could see my men and women running frantically, trying to subdue the sudden attack on our mansion. The place is in ruins, broken furniture and artifacts mixed with the dead bodies of our men and our enemies. My body froze when I heard the blood-chilling scream of someone. I instantly recognized the screams of my wife and I ran toward our bedroom. Please be safe, my love. God, please. I forced my legs to run faster, but the bullet lodged in my upper thigh made it difficult. The scene in front of me when I entered the room left me shattered. My beautiful wife, Anna, was on the floor in a pool of blood, and my little girl, Anaya, was terrified and screaming at the top of her lungs. A man who was standing on top of my wife’s body had a sinister smile. I shot him. He fell to the ground, grunting. I dashed over to my wife, who was struggling to breathe. “Anna, please, Amore, stay with me,” I begged. She exhaled forcefully and extended her trembling hand,
My Mafia Husband Chapter 1
Anaya “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, what have I done? I’m such a moron. Please, God, save me,” I grumbled to myself. I closed my eyes and prayed to the Almighty before my life ended. “You know it will be more helpful if you beg God to increase the speed of this jet. I’m bored right now,” I overheard an amused voice remark. My right eye popped open, and a beautiful girl smirked at me. “I’d rather have Him transport me than sit in this death trap! But He isn’t working in my favor, right now” I remarked this while opening both eyes and massaging my brow. She giggled and continued, “Riddle me this. Why does airplane engineering development go so slowly?” I gave her a strange look and responded, “I don’t know.” “Everyone is afraid to make a groundbreaking design. Duh!” I just shook my head as she chuckled at her own joke. “My name is Lucia. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I smiled. “Anaya. It’s also a pleasure to meet you too.” “What brings you to Italy? Business or pleasure?” She inquired.
My Mafia Husband Chapter 2
Nicolas As I entered the interrogation room, the asshole flipped me a bird. I smirked at the badly bruised, black-haired man and drew my chair up next to him. “Now, who is that? Hello there, boss,” he makes a sarcastic comment. “Hm. Hello, Scotty,” I smirk. Oh, I have a few plans for this guy. “So I hear you’re attempting to steal from me and deceive me. Is this true, Scotty boy?” I asked, holding a gun in my hand. “No, I wasn’t,” he answered, his gaze fixed on the gun. I neared his face and said, “Scott, you should not lie. You already know how much I despise liars.” I took out a pocket knife from my sleeve and stabbed him in the hand. He screamed. I chuckled as I pulled the knife. “Nooo.....,” he yelled in agony. “Please, please, please,” he pleaded as I slid the knife over his arm, a hairline stream of blood oozing from it. He screamed again as I lifted the knife and chopped his pinky. “I will talk, please, please.” I nodded and said, “Continue. I don’t have all day.” “I ha
My Mafia Husband Chapter 3
Anaya I was shaking, recalling the bullet that had passed close to my ear when that man shot, and I had simply dropped to the ground, terrified for my life. Why on earth did I come here? When both men were talking about something, I broke down and sobbed. “Please. I came to visit my biological father. I do not know who you are.” Breaking down again, I sobbed louder. One man looked me in the eye and inquired, “What is your father’s name? Who provided you with the address?” “His name is Viler Costa. I received this address in a letter. Please trust me,” I said. Both of their eyes widened, and I got terrified. Did I say something wrong? Are they about to murder me? The man exited, and the other pointed the gun at my temple, saying, “You’re a lying bitch. I know women like you who appear innocent but are snakes waiting to bite.” The man who walked out returned quickly and whispered something into the other man’s ear. Upon feeling the pistol leave my head, I breathed a sigh of relief
My Mafia Husband Chapter 4
Nicolas As we began walking, I could see Anaya was both tense and terrified. Is she afraid that this may reveal her lies? I hope she didn’t lie to me. Otherwise, I’d have to kill such stunning beauty. However, Viler will not rush to my house for anyone. Viler and his man were stopped near the gate of my home. I cannot let my enemy inside my home. We’re here near the gate because I didn’t want to experience the danger of doing it. When I saw only Viler and his driver, aka bodyguard, and no one else, I was perplexed. I was told he had others with him. As we stood at the gate, it shocked me to see Viler, one of the most feared mafias, having tears in his eyes as he whispered, “My little Passero.” Damn, she is his daughter. But how? “Daddy...” a wail from Anaya interrupted my thought process. It was a whisper only people near her could hear. It sounded like a tiny child seeking her father. Viler was in awe of her. I dismissed my people and only Ben and I were at the gate with them. I
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