Blood Vows Mafia Wife Novels & Stories

Olivia smirked. "One million dollars," Olivia countered. The function hall went silent. "One million dollars for a date night with Mr. Morana, going once, twice so—" "100 hundred million dollars for my husband," I said before Olivia could win the bidding. She panned at me with her lips parted. "Sorry, I just couldn't bring myself to share Alas with anyone. I can't let you have him."

Maria's illustration, I was able to identify the Mafia men that came here, blackcoats, black hats, well-polished shoes, and one additional thing I noticed, they always have something at hand that they were smoking, I see why they are all unhinged, some of them were advanced and some were young, I was even told that 90% of the men from the other outfits were Vincenzo's enemies, but they were bind by certain rules in new York, so nothing bad will happen today. Vincenzo was going to be initiated as the new Mafia Lord tonight since his father had been laid to rest, . I and the other maids were busy serving some of the guests, Vincenzo's father had been buried, but the Mafia men were still around

Continued: Yet I had two seconds to make a choice, two seconds that could give us a few minutes of salvation to escape to safety in the alley could provide and I was damn well going to chase that reality even if that meant Sven was the only one to get out of this alive with Bianca. My death was inevitable in my line of work, and I had to be okay with that even if that untimely manner hit me today. "Come on, Densel. We all know touching one's wife is against the very grain of being in the mafia. The papers are signed, her name changed, and our marriage is well and truly consummated. She belongs to me now."

“Your mother is sick. The bills are overwhelming. You’ve exhausted every option. But you haven’t given up. That makes you... suitable.” My fingers curl against the armrests of my chair, digging in hard just to keep myself steady. Suitable. Like I’m being measured for parts. “This isn’t real,” I whisper, barely hearing myself over the pounding in my ears. “It’s very real,” Mrs Valentino says. Her voice doesn’t waver. “We’ll pay off all your mother’s medical expenses. In return, you will marry our son, Stephano.” Stephano. When I was researching them, I didn't even think to look into them having any children.

] ‘Lei è la moglie del Bratva Pakhan è stata una buona occasione da perdere ed è così fottutamente caldo, vincere, vincere fratellino e non sei stato informato perché non sei mafia non ti riguardava’ [She’s the wife of the Bratva Pakhan it was to good an opportunity to miss and she is so fucking hot, win, win little brother and you were not informed because you are not Mafia it did not concern you] He sneered as he walked towards Alessandro who lowered his eyes, ‘Avresti dovuto avvertirmi’ [You should have warned me] He said quietly unable to look his brother in the eye as Luca stepped from the shadows, ‘Thank you, Alessandro’ He said cocking the safety off his gun and pointing it at Frances

56 “Let’s make a baby, love,” he moaned in my ear and bit it. I processed what he said, my eyes were holding his vulnerable side and I was undeniably getting a stronger pull toward him, maybe because of our marriage bond, I believed when spouses accept each other from hearts, they feel an indubitable attraction towards each other and it was happening in our case. My hands cupped his face, his eyes were lowered, “I demand your eyes up, Armando. Look at me and repeat me you won’t dishonour me anymore and take me as your true wife. Promise me you will behave human and you will protect me and your offspring, you won’t make them inhuman creatures. I’d been through a ride of hell and I don’t want

She knew that too well, her life had been in danger countless times back when she was only engaged to Giovanni. "I know a resort near some beautiful churches." "I think I know where we can get married, somewhere we can really filter the guest list. I'll call my husband first." Even though her husband usually let her make decisions about such things, Carly still thought it best to call him before finalizing her idea. "Cara," her husband greeted when Carly video-called him. She almost burst out laughing when she saw him. His face was covered in thick lipstick and random cosmetic products that made him looked like a clown. At that moment, no one would have guessed that this was the same feared

"No one will dare to look at my wife funny.you are supposed to go out with them anyways.people will look at you funny if you are seen without bodyguards.bad people will target you.you are the wife of a mafia boss.it Is for your own safety,mia Moglie " "I will like to finish college then".I blurted out.pushing my food aside to face him...I didn't even know I wanted that until I uttered it out loud now. "I haven't been able to attend college because I couldn't afford it, but I had plans of going".I continued."now that you kidnapped me and forced me to marry you.i still want to experience that life.i want to have friends and go to parties and live like a normal girl too". "No parties".he scowls

I would become a laughing stock to the many enemies I had. I ran a hand through my hair and looked at the wallclock. It was eight pm. Time for dinner. I exited my office and walked through the verandah until I came to stop before the room my little wife was settled in. The woman was a puzzle, a prideful and stubborn puzzle. Ava didn't fit into the Mafia world. You could see so by just looking into her clear blue eyes. The most beautiful shade of blue I had ever seen, Ava had them. She was beautiful though, with her curly blonde hair and those pretty soft skin I had a taste of. After that night, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about having her under me again. And that's when the Addams t

She nodded and said in a shaking voice, "I'm saying n-no." "Because you're loyal to that sick fuck?" he demanded, his fingers tightening on her arms. "Because I made a vow to be loyal to that sick fuck," she cried out, hardening her voice and forcing the tears in her eyes back. Yes, this situation was fucked, but she was a mafia wife and she had her principles. He smiled, his face hard and strained, but his eyes gleaming triumph. "Good girl, Casey," he said, his voice thick with passion. "You are my good fucking girl."