Arranged Mafia Marriage Books Novels & Stories

"For my eldest son, yes. Consider it a marriage pact. Insurance." “Insurance,” Marcus repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. “You want me to trade my daughter’s future for my life?” Even saying the words out loud made him want to double over and spill his guts out on the polished marble. In the mafia, arranged marriages were a norm. Marriage to them was done out of necessity and not out of love.

But there is no one I can possibly think of talking to, so I have to do something to entertain myself. I stood up, as I thought of going out for a walk, but I needed to get dressed in a more suitable dress that I could go out with. I immediately walked over to the closet, but immediately I flipped it open and some guns fell from it. I stared at them and shook my head. This isn't the first time seeing guns in the house, so it wasn't really new to me, besides I was married to a Mafia boss so it was expected. I quickly took out my dress and arranged the guns back to the closet before shutting it back.

Harshly, but royally he pulled out the chair for himself to sit as Danica gently pulled her, with her shaky hands. She was strictly ordered to sit beside him and act like his wife since they were married tor almost 9 months. The maids quickly served them the dinner as Zeke and Danica started eating. The maids stood aside shaking, everyone feared Zeke. Of course why shouldn't they? Zeke is a mafia boss. Being cruel, heartless, brutal and rough was what he was taught to. Everyone had to think multiple times before doing anything because they knew, one wrong step and they're gone.

In 1957, at the age of twenty-three, she married a furrier named Brickman. However, that union exploded because of her husband's constant flirtations, in addition to his penchant for grand larceny. With a young daughter and an indefatigable spirit, Arlyne resumed her destructive pursuit of glamour and influence only to end up raped and beaten to a pulp at the hands of mobsters she considered her friends. The rape marked in Arlyne's career the advent of a new cruelty, born simultaneously of a desire to ven- The Mob Girl 18 ganza and the need to protect herself. She spent the next thirteen years of her life in a stormy and often violent relationship with a Genovese mobster named Tommy Luca. Du

“You’ve conquered a man no bullet, no blade could ever break. And now… I’m ruined for anyone but you.” Rhian smiled, her heart full, and nestled closer into his chest. “Good. That’s exactly how I want you.” He chuckled low, his arm tightening around her, pulling her against his heartbeat. “Careful, love. When you mark a man like me, there’s no turning back. You’re bound to me now. Forever.” She closed her eyes, her voice barely a whisper. “Forever sounds perfect.” The Mafia King, the man the world feared, held his wife like she was the only thing that mattered. And as sleep finally claimed her, Damon lay awake a little longer, watching her, vowing silently to protect her from everything—incl

Rosie cried as she clung unto his fingers gently, although she knew Edwardo would not like to see her like this but she could not help it. Her husband was hurt. And she is heart broken. She placed her head gently at the side of the bed and sobbed. She knew that by morning Mason would be her and she would have to be strong for him so she gently sobbed with her head bowed in front of her husband. She remembered when Edwardo had told her that he wanted to become a full time husband she had objected to it and he had told her that the game of being a Mafia was a risky one but she had still objected saying that the game could not be so risky,but now she has realized how risky it was and she had al

Chapter 21 Even when I was a kid, I never thought of marrying someone. Until now that I am an adult, I never give it a thought. For me, marriage is only for those who have an ordinary life. But for people like us living in a world where blood and danger comes around all the time, marriage is not in our vocabulary. I have known a lot of Mafias tying the knot, but they are not in love unlike what we usually watch in dramas. In this world we have, arranged marriage is in demand. Tie the knot with the other clan with their own benefits.

He said. "It's nothing." "Guess, I should go then. My work here is done." I turned to take my leave. "I'm sorry." He said and I halted. I turned back to him, and asked, "What for?" "Forcing this marriage on you." "Tell me, why did you?" He stood up from his office chair, "Actually, I got married to you as I had an ultimatum." "Ultimatum? What are you talking about?" "To be a Mafia lord, one needs to have a wife. It's the final requirement. I was faced with an ultimatum and you were the only one I could get married to at that time."

These Mafia customs demanded my marriage, a tattoo on my skin—branding me as a part of the Cosa Nostra forever—and a murder, all of which I had avoided long ago, because my brother, Adonis Vitale, was the capo, the boss of all bosses. There was no escape anymore. No avoiding my fate. Marrying Mariella Romano was for only one reason. Power. Her father was one of the most powerful underbosses, and that would have me a solid spot and allies that would come in handy. Because there was more than one person waiting to pluck me out of here, like a weed. But I wouldn’t go anywhere. I smirked as I said, “Just a year or two, until I kill my enemies and then Mariella will be gone, and you and I would f

My voice trembles with emotion, and I feel broken and hopeless. Nikolai’s response only angers me further. “I think they do. You are very important. You are an 18-year-old New York mafia princess and a virgin, well, supposed virgin, who is supposed to marry one of the Outfit’s bosses – Mario Alfonso, in an arranged marriage to keep the peace between the Outfit and New York. The Outfit wouldn’t have arranged a marriage if you weren’t important. A young bride’s virginity is paramount to the groom in an arranged marriage. What better way to take revenge on Mario Alfonso than to take his young bride’s virginity?” he says, and I spin around to face him, my fists clenched at my sides.