Escaping My Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

“Sophia is married to me. I'm her husband and I have complete rights to know what happens in her life. You did not fetch her all these years. Then why now?” “Smart question. Since the last twenty five years I have been in the mafia. I did all sorts of illegal trade about which you would have got complete information. My love for Mariya was true. However after some time she came to know about the complexities in my profession and fled from my house.

It was how I escaped to lose my virginity with David last November. However, my sisters didn't know about this escape route. It was too dangerous for anyone but me. Gia made a scoffing noise as if she didn't believe me. "Dad will be totally pissed when you get caught," Emma added. I sat on the bed beside them. "I hate leaving you two, but I have to do this. I can't marry a stranger and become a mafia wife, stuck at home with a bunch of kids while my husband fucks a mistress on the side."

And I wondered what I was going to say to her to calm her down. I turned for my bedroom but when I pushed the door open it was empty and the lights were off, telling me she wasn’t here. Before I could freak out, I noticed the light coming from the room I had first told her to live in. Now that time seemed to have been ages ago. I never thought that my lust and fascination with this woman would turn into love and an uncompromising need to have her by my side. Now she has become my tiny world and without her I can’t imagine living. The moment I had decided to have a taste of her, I couldn’t think of letting her go. Even the thought had filled me with rage. But now she was mine, and not just be

Once she was fully conscious she looked around the room and sat up slowly on the bed. She tried to remember what happened before she went unconscious. And then she remembered. Everything played like a reel in her head and her breath hitched. She remembered how her husband had shoved a piece of cloth into her face and made her unconscious . Tears jammed in her eyes knowing that her husband isn't a common man but a mafia. Mafia of Russia. The picture of him shooting the man played in front of her eyes and her hands trembled as her heart wrenched. She is terrified of him. She no more wants to stay with him. She wants to run away from him. She tried to escape and he made her unconscious and brou

One of my men said to me. Of course Lugard would try to do something stupid. After he heard I already got married to someone else who wasn't his daughter he was very furious. My father had made a deal to join the two Mafia families together through our marriage so the whole rival nonsense would come to an end. The idea wasn't appealing to me so of course I rejected it. "How did they manage to get past the mansion security?" I questioned darkly. "They didn't. Your wife planned to escape just like you predicted. I believe she was captured while still at the metro" He responded.

Elmyra hisses, standing abruptly and aggressively. We both pause, trying to deflate the tension first. Elmyra sits back down while breathing heavily. Her anger remains but not as prominent as earlier. I turn to Betty next. “You may not believe this, but Marius and I successfully wipe out an entire mafia gang because of your husband’s help. At first, he only wanted to make sure that Marius would be unharmed, but then he ended up protecting me too. He even helped me escape from the mafia boss when he found out that I’m pregnant with his second grandchild.”

He said and then he got up. "Oh my gosh." I mumbled.. I need to ask Crystal about this when we go back to New York. "Just be my wife in front of people, you're free once there's no people around." He said and then he left me alone in the living room with the TV on. Oh my gosh.. My husband is a mafia.

Amber said staring at Mikhaila. "Since you're all healed up that you can talk why don't you get out before he comes back,leave the house I'd pay you handsomely,my dad is also in the mafia he has places where he could hide you,I will protect you if that's what you're so scared off, just please leave my husband alone!"

She was about to cross the line from being tipsy to being really fucking wasted. "You're a bad man," she pouted. "How so?" I leaned forward, actually curious about what she had to say. She closed her eyes, humming. "You're in the mafia. You run the mafia. You kill people. You hurt them. You make money off of their suffering." "It's just a job. Nothing personal. And besides, you're a member of the mafia too." She scoffed. "Only because I'm married to you. My family has never engaged me in their..." she scratched her head, trying to find the words, "...activities. "

At my birthday party, a subordinate chuckled and said in Russian to my husband, Tony Gambino, heir to a mafia family. “Sir, Sasha has a surprise for you tonight. You’re in for a good time!” Tony handed me the piece of cake he had just cut and wished me a happy birthday before replying to him in Russian. “That girl always has her tricks in bed. Makes it hard to resist. I’ll see her tonight. “Just don’t let Madam find out, or I’m afraid I’ll get thrown out.”