Blood Vows Mafia Wife Novels & Stories

He seemed to be in a a haste and was reading the Chapters of the Bible with speed as if someone had been chasing him. "Do you Vincent Vincenzo, take Eleanorah Cortessi as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to..... "he wanted to complete but stopped immediately when he saw the Mafia Lord cast an angry glow at him. " I do and you know that. If I didn't, she wouldn't be here today and you wouldn't be here either" he floated at him and then turned to face Eleanorah. " I do accept to take you as my wife for a year, Eleanorah Cortessi. My lawfully wedded wife" he added with a sinister smirk at the end of his lips.

If I didn't collapse right there, I wouldn't collapse at all. "You may speak your vows, Miss Emma," the priest said, looking at me. "What the hell! Vows, what vows? I didn't know we needed that, of course, in a traditional wedding, yes, but I thought in ours we wouldn't." "Oh, I..." DeLuca stared at me with a serious expression, and everyone was waiting for my vows. What kind of vow could I say to a mafia boss? So, I improvised what came to my mind. "I want to say that now our lives will be joined forever, and I will be the most loyal wife you could have."

He will torture me even worse than the man in the armory earlier. Ozgur was staring at me closely, his eyes were not threatening. But those green eyes looked hopeful. He's just waiting for my answer. I took a deep breath, "I do." I answered. The vow has been said. My heart is beating fast. I'm officially the wife of a Mafia. A Godfather. Welcome to the hell, Ara. "You may kiss your bride." My heart was beating irregularly, as the Pastor spoke those words. Ozgur approached me, his hand stroked my cheek and he looked at me gently. His face is in front of me, so I can feel his breath.

“I'm sorry, sir—we’re close, just a few blocks out—” “Close?! You were supposed to be here earlier! Do you even know what that means?!” Dante’s voice exploded into the phone, rough and raw. His free hand slammed the steering wheel, veins bulging at his wrist. “Bring the medics. Now! Sera got shot—do you hear me? She’s f*cking bleeding and you’re crawling like it’s rush hour!” Terror clung to every word. Not the kind you hear from a mafia boss, this was the kind that cracked a man open.

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.

His father calmly wiped his hand and made deep eye contact with him. "Kennard, if you marry her, I will give you the Title of Mafia King and command of our Mafia Gang in your hands." Mr. Davis put the spoon back and faced his son, who was taken aback. Meanwhile, Kennard processed his words and felt foolish and betrayed. "DAD!! I did everything to give my best to the company and Gang but not for this shit." He pointed at her with burning eyes. Madeline's eyes shot wide at him as she couldn't take these insults anymore. She banged the table with the same intensity as him and returned the same intense glare to him for the first time.

She doesn't even know if she has a family anymore after she'd done what she'd done. Daemon stopped in front of a church and removed his jacket. He's wearing a simple dress shirt underneath. He opened the door for me and held my hand. "D-Daemon? What are we doing here?" The man started walking while pulling her hand. "I don't need a fancy wedding, Devon. Never liked that but for your family to recognize us together, I have to marry you." He looked at her torn dress and white face. "You're good enough." That day, she married the mafia boss and the rival of her father and she then became Mrs. Druft.

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

"The Bianchis don't break contracts. They break people who try." I smiled. "So do I. Ask the man whose finger I had cut off last year. Ask the capos whose secrets I've been collecting. Ask anyone who's underestimated Elena Valesi Moretti in the past three years." Isabella stared at me, blood trickling down her chin. "You've changed." "The girl who cried on that operating table is gone. She died the moment she understood that mercy is a luxury our family can't afford." "You think Dante loves you? You think this marriage means anything? He used you—"

"I'm sorry, but I just don't understand the logic. The world I come from is completely different from yours. After the stipulated three months, what's next? Do you even have the intention of letting me go home? When you were talking about Florence earlier, I saw your face, Luca. You don't have the intention of letting me go anytime soon. Let's stop this senseless game." I smirked in amusement, brushing back a straying hair away from her temple. Her eyes flickered with confusion and defiance, and I could sense the turmoil within her. I leaned down, my lips close to her ear, and whispered in a low, possessive tone, "You got me. I don't intend to let you go. You belong to me, and you are going