Italian Wife Beater Novels & Stories

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

Despising the cowering doorsteps in the midst. “They are old school, much like many Italian men in this family. The older generation sees the women as nothing more than child bearers and servants. These women are what they like in a wife—submissive and docile. Alexi wouldn’t allow anyone who hits their woman to work for him, so I assume it’s not how it appears.” “I suppose. For all his scary and hostile, Alexi is not a woman beater.” I sigh with major adoration and Alessandra grins at me from under thick lashes and beautiful deep dark eyes. Not missing one beat of affection in my tone.

Noah said. “The owner of one of the biggest?” Natalia’s eyes widened with mock interest. “Yes. His name is Piero Teodoro D' Ricci. I hope I pronounced all of that right. I’ve never been that good with Italian.” Noah shrugged. “Wow, he is Italian too. That sounds fun.” Natalia said with a smile and Noah looked at her with narrowed eyes. “No funny business, and make sure you do not disgrace me tomorrow. Make the dishes Italian themed to impress him.” Noah said and continued to eat.

He said. I turned to Natalia. "I am going to assume that Vito he here too," I said to her. "He is not," Natalia said. "Cut your father some slacks, he is not stupid enough to come here," She added. "I am still finding it hard to believe Vito would stoop as low as attacking a woman in this company," Marcus said. "That woman is my wife, Marcus," I told him. He nodded thoughtfully. "Speaking of wives, where is yours?" I asked.

“This is the second time you’ve made a sexist comment. Do I need to explain to you how outdated your thinking is, or would that be too advanced for your intellect?” Her tone was calm, but the fire in her eyes was unmistakable. She crossed the room with deliberate confidence and perched on the arm of my chair without hesitation, completely ignoring me. Her focus was entirely on Nitta, who for once looked caught off guard. I leaned back, keeping my expression neutral, though I couldn’t deny the faint flicker of amusement. Watching Nitta—cocky, insufferable Nitta—squirm under Beatrice’s glare was unexpectedly satisfying. “What do you think women are? Shelf decorations?” she demanded, her words

“That was you.” “Of course. Who did you think it would be?” Whoever it was said with a laugh. “No other person would dare go against the Italian Mafia, Ric.” I turned around and faced Emilia. She was putting on the white shirt that I just took off. The shirt stopped at her mid-thigh and the buttons around her boobs looked like they were barely hanging on. “Don’t you think it is a little cowardly of you to attack me behind my back?” “I am too smart to play that game with you, De Luca.” He said. “How is your lovely wife?”

She really did hate when dad told me I couldn’t date someone and he had done it a lot since I started dating at 15. “Fine. By any chance can you make your husband let me be the next Capo?” I knew that there wasn’t much that Rebecca Bellandini couldn’t make Vincent Bellandini, capo of the Italian mafia, do. She was his queen and that made her more influential than my uncle Dom, his right-hand man.

They were cold but somehow comforting. "Only when they need to be", she answered back. "You do know that I'm the Don of the Italian Mafia", he said. "And I am unfortunately your wife. I'm not those people that could easily be bossed around", she glared at him. "Aren't you supposed to be the ideal perfect child among your sisters?", Enzo raised a brow as he signaled the maid to come and clear the table.

It's against the bro code. Dimitri stared at the message for a second.Then he burst into laughter. Kelsey looked at him strangely. "What happened?" Dimitri shook his head while laughing. "Nothing." "You don't laugh for nothing." His eyes were filled with amusement as another message appeared. ‘You better keep your hands to yourself. Don't touch her or dare cross the line. She is still my wife.’ Dimitri chuckled again.He glanced sideways at Kelsey. Something mischievous flashed across his eyes.

So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?" Celeste had gotten dressed and had put on her shoes. Her bags were also packed. "How would I know that? The bottom line is—you have a deal as long as you pay up." Perplexed, I asked, "Are you best friends with my wife, then?" Suddenly, Celeste directed her gaze toward me, her expression extremely seductive. "It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day.