Gangster Couple Novels & Stories

I said I need some time to think, but I want to take a shower and take off those dirty clothes. "You already know what you need to do. "Do you want to marry a woman who hasn’t changed clothes in two days?" Livia raised an eyebrow. She just wanted to stay out of that moldy basement for a few hours. "Let me take a shower, I need clean clothes." Enrico was silent, no one dared to face him like that. "Is that how gangsters treat women?" She looked at Enrico. " I thought mobsters were more religious and took good care of their families.

I've decided to take away what's most important to him so that he can't hurt any more girls. Then, he turned around and strode out of the lobby to make a call. Sean stared, gaping, at the man who was on the phone outside the hospital, his entire body frozen in shock. A split second later, he turned to stare at Bonnie. "Your… Your friend? What does he do for a living?" "He's a gangster," Gwen answered before Bonnie could even open her mouth. "He's my boyfriend and the head honcho of all the gangs in Merchant City.

Chandelier lights brightened the area, and the ceiling featured beautiful murals and paintings. The announcer’s loud voice rang through the room as he introduced us. "Mr. Luca Delgado, from the American mafia, and Mrs. Valentina Moretti, from the Italian mafia." It still fucking strange to hear myself called Mrs. I smiled when most people in the room turned to stare at us. They looked fearful and apprehensive. It was a gorgeous sight. Everyone knew we were married. However, it was an extremely dangerous partnership between two powerful mafias in the world.

The estate includes a landscaped courtyard for tastings and gatherings. Whispers and rumors about the Russo family circulate in the wine world. I’ve heard crazy things—claims of immense wealth, ruthless tactics to stay at the top, raising their young to be bloodthirsty monsters, involvement in kinky sex, and even the curious rumor that the men spank their women. Despite their criminal ties, my business _ my money. The undertakers have a strong sense of morals, a mysterious brotherhood with a code that involves using their underground businesses to take from the rich and give to the poor.

Chandeliers lit up the whole place, and the roof was covered in murals and paintings. The announcer's loud voice boomed around the whole room when he introduced us. "Mr. Eric Connall, Leader of the American mafia and Ms. Sienna Zannotti, Don of the Italian mafia." I smirked when most of the people in the room turned to look at us. Most of them had on expressions of unbridled fear and trepidation. It was such a beautiful sight to see. It was no secret that we were married. However, it was a very dangerous alliance between two of the most formidable mafias in the world. I had to say, at least, I wasn't given away to someone who was beneath me.

Eros led her straight to a group, among them an elderly capo with a weathered face and trembling hands. "Don Ernesto," Eros greeted. "May I introduce my wife." Lucy didn't lower her head—instead, she looked him straight in the eye and gave him a sweet smile. "A pleasure." The old man smiled, impressed. "She has fire in her eyes and sweetness in her voice. I like her, boy." Don Ernesto gave Eros an affectionate pat on the shoulder. "Take good care of her. There are too many vultures here who'd kill for a woman like that."

A few minutes later, Gale called her. " I'm done, honey. Shall we go?" He asked Lucy and she stands up from her seat as a sign of yes. She put her arms around his and they walked together going inside their Lamborghini car. "It's time to open the mall!", he ordered them before they left. The couple decided to have dinner outside after they went shopping because it been weeks since they last saw and enjoyed each other's company. Even they're known by everyone as Mr. and Mrs. Stone, inside the mansion, their relationship wasn't real as couples. They have a contract and deal with all of this. Once their plan works, both of them will go on separate ways.

I immediately shook the thought away and looked at Vadim, the gas station was a front for my dealings, the gambling that made over a million profit, while those that gambled, losses a lot. They are high-time earners and addicts who love my product, it’s a secret whore house too, and there’s a motel all underground. “The gambling centre is doing very well, and so are the sales. When the cops showed up, we gave them the normal treatment and special package.” He explained. The normal treatment was bribery and the special package was selling out information of major crime ballers or those that the higher men want gone and locked up for ever, including the framing of men and fabrication of eviden

I didn't want to ruin that with sexual stuff. I bet he was into bad stuff. Like loan sharks-- heck, he could even be a mafia boss who liked blood and couldn’t get enough of killing. But for once, let the consequences be damned, alright? Maybe I was judging by his looks- "… hey, you heard what happened to Ice-T last night?" "Maaan! Dude thought he could play both sides. Big Mac don't fuck around. Gave his ass two shots and he dropped." Their laughter shook me and I held onto my bag tight. These boys were from the local gangsters around the neighbourhood and they were trouble. It was too late to turn back now, I was headed in their direction.

They walked hand in hand approaching his friends, Elizabeth took a glass of champagne from the waiter passing by, she gulped it down . Leo smirked at her " You can't handle the crowd?", He teased. "Leo, not now please, I am not in the mood", she protested. " Do you want me to put you in the mood", he quirked his brow at her. "Fuck you Leo", "You are welcome buttercup", he winked. "Ciao ( hello)", one of his associates approached them. " Ciao(hello) Mr Carson", Leo reply curtly. Carson is an Italian mobster that one needs to be vary of. He can go to any length to get what he wants. He is one of the most powerful mobster so Leo needs to be on his good sides.