Short Mafia Stories & Novels

The Hawaii honeymoon we'd promised each other on our wedding day kept getting postponed, year after year. Now, in the third year, it was finally happening. I was so excited I packed my bags three days early and headed to the airport. That's when I saw her childhood best friend standing right there with her. Meeting my confused gaze, Claire explained matter-of-factly, "There were only two tickets left, and Ryan really wanted to see Hawaii, so I went ahead and bought his." "How about you get another ticket tomorrow and catch up with us? Or, we can just wait for next time." Next time again. But I was done waiting. I waved at them. "Have a safe trip." Then I turned around and called my father. "Father, I need the private jet. I'm going to Hawaii for a few days." "Oh, and that thirty-million-dollar investment we gave Claire? Shut it down."

The day Ethan Carter and I were supposed to get married, his assistant destroyed our wedding with a few carefully chosen words. I stood there in my wedding dress while Susan Blake looked at me with a sweet, innocent smile. “Mr. Carter, one million dollars isn’t a small amount of money. Elena bought that dress with your card without even asking you.” She glanced at Ethan as though she understood him better than I ever could. “If I were his wife, I would at least ask for my husband’s opinion first.” Ethan’s expression darkened. He pulled off his wedding ring and threw it into the trash. “Elena, this isn’t the first time you’ve made a decision without consulting me.” “When you learn to respect my opinion, we can talk about getting married again.” Then he turned and walked away. Susan stayed behind. She picked the ring out of the trash and held it out to me. “You already overshadow Ethan at the company. Do you really have to control him at home too?” “A woman as aggressive as you was never meant to be his wife.” I looked at her and smiled. “Then you can have the title of Mrs. Carter.” I walked away without taking the ring. Ethan had no idea that I was Elena Moretti, the only daughter of one of Sicily’s most powerful Mafia Dons. I had hidden my identity and stayed beside him when he had nothing. The strength he once relied on to win contracts and build his company had become the very thing he resented. If my success made him feel so small, then I would finally give him the chance to prove he could survive without me. I took out my phone and called the number I had refused to dial for five years. “Papa, the five years are over.” “I was wrong. I’m ready to come home.”