Blood Vows Mafia Wife Novels & Stories

I was ridden with the joy that comes with getting married to the person you love. When you’re twenty-three and getting married, it may seem like the best thing happening to you. Everyone was excited, including my father – Danielo Mahonnas – which was an unnatural thing, considering how strict and hardened the man is. But Rafael is a Conti, the son to my father’s second-in-command and in the Mafia society my family belonged to – The Vices – it is always smiled upon when there is a marriage between the children of the mafia lords. So we all prepared for the wedding that was supposed to be the biggest in Newark this year. The Mahonnas and The Contis, a match made in the mafia heaven, a combinat

But today, I would. This marriage was not built on love. It was built on power, on the merging of two massive mafia families. Daniil, the powerful king of the Russian underworld, was about to become my husband. My father had orchestrated the entire thing to protect our family. Our organization, though large, was nothing compared to Daniil’s. My father’s hope was that this marriage would secure an alliance, the one that would allow him to overthrow Daniil eventually. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that, in the end, I was just a pawn in my father’s plan. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, adjusting the veil that covered my face. My wedding dress was white, the lace intricate, the satin

"I just needed to know these few things. So I read many stories of how the Mafia stuff runs, and I think there was a part that really disturbed ne, you know the bloody sheets thing" Shawn didn't seem to understand her, so she had to explain more, which was very much embarassing. "So when a Mafia member get married, he is to get married to only a virgin and then on the wedding night they both do the 'deed' and her blood is to stain the white sheets... the next day the parents of the groom, the women were to carry those blood stained sheets and hang it so everyone could see..." Shawn busted into fits of laugher and that made her reddened, she gave his head a push.

Remember why you’re doing this. Nikolay looked at me from beside his father. His icy blue eyes met my green ones, both our eyes cold as ice toward one another. Both of us hating the day we were suddenly destined as one another’s partner. “Kiara, my baby girl” mum smiled approaching me. She opened her hands for me and hugged me tightly. Her eyes looking proud as she looked at her daughter who was now a bride to one of the most powerful mafia bosses, the future Mrs. Ivanov. The savior of this family. She appreciated what I was doing, at least that was what she showed

The crumpled envelope from last night lay on the table the gold Favino seal still half torn. Eduardo paced the room, his jaw tight. “Let me get this straight,” he said. “Some stranger claiming to be Miguel’s brother shows up at the funeral and tells you you’re supposed to marry him?” Ariana, wearing an oversized robe and slippers, sat on the couch with a pillow in her lap. “That’s not just insane,” she muttered. “That’s straight-up mafia madness.” Amelia rubbed her temples, her voice low and trembling. “He said it was tradition. That in their family, the next brother inherits the wife. Like I’m… property.”

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 jolted and instantly slapped my mouth shut, with my heart beating erratically against my chest. “I’d like to think I brought you up to be more respectful than this.” He thundered out angrily. I gulped and averted my gaze, staring down at my sandal clad feet. “You don’t talk back to me, or question my decision. Ever. Is that understood?” He demanded. The vein on his forehead was fluttering when I glanced up at him. I swallowed emptily and shifted my weight around as I nodded my head robotically. “Yes, Dad.” “Good. You’re getting married to the mafia Don and that’s final.” He added almost immediately after that, and once again, I felt my heart sink all the way to my stomach.

She stammered again. "Myself," I closed my eyes when I replied. "Wh... What?" She was shocked. "Yes. He wants me to be his wife," I replied, looking at her. "Tell me, you... You said... Said no," she asked, looking at me. "I said yes. He wants me to be his wife. So I will be. I will be the Mafia's Vengeful Wife."

I was grateful to our parents, for the Mafia's Arranged Love. --- The End --- A/N: So... that was it. Thank you for loving my story. My other works here: 1) Love Of The Mafia King (Ruby & Vexon's story) 2) The Extrovert Weds The Introvert (Blaze & Diva's story) 3) The Secret Of My Boss (Aria & Zaiden's story) 4) The Vampire Potion (Alexander & Becca's story)

he said, voice deep and sure. “Do you, Serafina Vale, take Valerio Thorne as your husband, your match, your king?” “I do.” The priest opened a small silver box. Inside, a blade. Traditional. Mafia vows weren’t sealed with kisses. They were sealed in blood. Sera didn’t flinch as the blade sliced across her palm. Valerio did the same. Then, they clasped hands, letting their blood mingle—red on red, vow on vow. “Then let this union be unbroken,” the priest intoned. “Bound not just in life, but in legacy. You may seal it.”