Arranged Marriage Books Mafia Novels & Stories

He rose to his feet. And I stepped back, instinct kicking in. He cocked his head slightly as he studied me, brown flames dancing across the surface of his eyes. “As husband and wife, our bond is sacred. Our loyalty is unbreakable, our trust is undoubtable.” He took another step toward me. “When you call me, I will answer—always. We’re partners. We’re accomplices. We’re family.” He backed me up farther. “Don’t you pull that shit ever again.” When my back hit the stone wall and there was nowhere for me to go, he pressed his face closer to mine. “When you see my name on the screen, you don’t fucking hesitate. You take that call like it’s life and death. Disrespect me like that again, and this w

I said, choosing not to mention my GDF contact in case the line is compromised. He murmured his agreement, and I hung up. I buzzed Maria to come see me, and she entered in a few minutes. Maria is the widow of my father's former and late underboss. After the death of my psychotic father and his equally sadistic underboss, I had asked what she wanted to do, but she had chosen to come live in this secluded and faraway estate and family home. She had practically raised my younger sisters just as her own. I think her biggest regret is not being able to have her own child, and she had poured all that energy into raising my sisters into the beautiful women they are today after losing her womb due t

This is so sudden and highly unacceptable. I pace around the room in confusion, trying to digest the excess of what the fuck is happening. An arranged marriage with a mob ,not only is he a mob,I heard he's the most ruthless man on earth; he kills at every slight mistake. He wouldn't spare a second if things went wrong. I've heard about him taking down his own uncle just to get the position of a don in his Mafia syndicate. I once heard that he tried to kill his girlfriend after a serious torture from him, and now that same man is going to marry me?

he asked and they presented it to him and Xavier took it "I, Xavier De Luca Romano take thee Riley Amore De La Rosa Greene to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance; and I pledge thee my faith to you, "Xavier said placing the wedding band on my finger

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

Mother, Greta was married to Jacopo Colombo—a high profile boss of one of the biggest organised outfits in the United State. Marcello always wondered if Greta was forced to marry Jacopo because the Mafia was well known for their contract or arranged marriage, whatever they call it. Traditionally women in Mafia families were kept outside the business side of things. Greta was simply a mother and housewife. He had never seen Greta and Jacopo showing any kind of love towards each other. It was obvious Greta respected her husband but didn't love him. Marcello wasn't interested in those two words 'marriage and love'. Not even kids.

His voice low as he explained without me asking, my curious gaze must have given me away, “Jordan is the mafia Lord of this city, trust me, he has a lot on his plate. You should have known he had married you for business purposes also. I mean, he would given you all you want but the attention, the care, the love… those things aren't in a mafia's dictionary, Sierra” I slowly pushed him away as I said, “Thanks for the encouragement” I sniffed. I hated that I married someone like this. I don't get to have his attention or anything? Really? What's the use?

Book 3 is another steamy Mafia romance crime saga featuring hardcore, taboo romance, sex with my bodyguard, A Possessive Mafia Romance etc full Book starts here 👇 I know what those hands have done— and it’s not pretty. Except maybe I like it a little ugly. A little twisted. A little broken. Ren’s the kind of man I’ve spent my life running away from: big, gorgeous, arrogant. He thinks the world revolves around his biceps. When I’m nearly killed in a drive-by shooting gone wrong, my father packs me up and ships me off to Philly, “for my protection,” whatever that means.

Glancing down at my Rolex,, I realize I have about five hours before my yearly date with my intended bride. Antonia and I have had an arranged marriage since I was four and she was nothing more than a fetus in her mom’s belly. Arranged marriages are nothing new in the underworld especially when it comes to treaties. That was the case for me and Antonia or Toni as she prefers to be called. Our marriage solidifies the alliance with the Russians and Italian mafias, who also have an alliance with the Irish, which was a different arranged marriage long before Toni and I were arranged to be married.

Her fingers hovered above the keyboard. Then she typed. Don Alessandro De Luca. Hundreds of articles appeared. She clicked the first. Mafia Boss Linked to Triple Murder. No photographs. No witnesses. Only anonymous sources. The next headline. The Mad Don Expands His Empire. Again... Rumors. Speculation. Nothing concrete. Another. Businessman Acquitted Due to Lack of Evidence. Businessman. Not criminal. She frowned. The articles contradicted one another. Monster. CEO. Murderer. Philanthropist.