Escaping My Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

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.”

“…he’s here. He’ll… he’ll come after us.” Ethan’s hands clenched into fists. “I don’t care. I don’t care about him. I don’t care about your father. I only care about you. They can’t control you, Mia. Not if we run. Not if we leave tonight.” Her heart hammered against her ribcage, but the rational part of her mind refused to yield. “You don’t understand, Ethan. I can’t just… walk away. I’m married. And even if I wasn’t… you don’t know what this world is like. My father, Mark—this isn’t just about marriage. This is the mafia. This is life and death.”

While we were discussing, my uncle's assistant rushed in, and he whispered some things to him. “What? That's the bastard that sent this! I would make sure he regrets it.” My uncle flared. “I think we should not act rash.” Ethan said. “What? You would rather not act rash after your father has been humiliated, what kind of son are you?” I watched as the father and son argue back and forth, but I wasn't the least concern because I was entertained by their banters, until I heard a piece of information. “They are the mafia, father!” Ethan screamed, and my eyes glistened with interest. “And so I am!”.