روايات وقصص ضمن Italian Wife Beater

I now stand as Capo Dei Capi as my husband did, only this time it is in Italy instead of New York. Still, some people doubt me and refuse to bow just because I am a woman, just like this idiot at the end of the heel of my stiletto. “You are not my queen!” he cries out in Italian, spit flying against my heel. I shake my head and give him a sweet smile. “You will bow to me in death, buscetta,” I say, digging my heel deeper into his throat and watching him trash around, looking at me wide-eyed. “And you’ve ruined my fucking shoe.”

More being my wife, she will be an easy target for my enemies, who will know that by killing her, they will destroy me. And I must not allow that to happen; she must be strong and accept who I am and what I am, I will not change for her, and she must assimilate her role now in our family, in the Italian Mafia because now, whether she wants to or not, she is the Devil's wife. As such, she will have to learn how to behave.

Victoria crossed her arms, her tone turning vicious. "Ethan, I have had enough of you. You can't get your act together, fine, you drag me down—fine. But now your whole family's pulling the same crap? Showing up in rags to crash my IPO, then trying to pin it on my employees to squeeze money out of us?" "Jason works for me, and I will not let you defame him! And now you want money? You're out of your mind!" I looked at her—polished face, perfect makeup, dripping in jewelry, completely indifferent to the fact that her own father was lying out there bleeding out. Whatever was left of what I'd felt for her finally died.

I replied her in Italian with a charming grin, reaching back with one arm to pull Coraline forward by the waist. Beatrice’s warm gaze drifted to her and turned curious. “Coraline, this is Beatrice, this household’s Wonder Woman. She keeps everyone and everything organized.” I introduced them, then switched to Italian for Beatrice’s sake. “Beatrice, this is Coraline, my girlfriend. She’s fully American.” Beatrice pressed a hand to her chest with a look of pleasant surprise and stepped towards Coraline. “Lorenzo mi ha detto che avresti portato qualcuno di serio, ma non gli ho creduto,” she muttered offhandedly before extending her arms.

I stared at him, wide-eyed, silent. “I did some digging,” he continued. “Not just on Sierra’s assassination attempt—but on you.” He nodded toward the desk. “Your past life. Elena Moretti. Daughter of Matteo Moretti. Wife of Dante Russo. Allegedly jumped to her death from a balcony two years ago during a private party.” My blood ran cold. He reached into his coat and pulled out a sleek black tablet. He tapped the screen, and within seconds, images filled it—Dante and Viviana.

That night, Vittoria messaged me on the sly. “Is everything set?” I replied, “All systems go.” The next morning, Juliana shared a selfie. “On my way out. Marco, you’d better not be late.” A text popped up right after her photo. “Mr. Tutti’s wife will be there as well. The more, the merrier.” The message was from Vittoria. I added Cassandra to the group. Cassandra was the wife of the consigliere and the daughter of Don Colombo’s underboss. She held a level of authority that was unquestionable.

he whispers in my ear. "Forever and always," I say with a small smile as we walk up to the people. "Hello Niko," Luca says, "This is my wife Natalia, Natalia this is one of our allies he's the Russian Mafia's Leader and The women on his arm is his wife Katina Smirnov," "nice to meet you guys," I say putting on a smile for show. "you as well I would love to introduce you to the other mafia wives I'm sure they would be excited to know who finally tied down the Infamous Luca Lombardi," Katina says.

BELLE “This has become a weird tradition.” Nikolai commented after placing the can of beer on his table. “You’re based somewhere in Europe. Why would you come home for a day like this?” “You know the only thing that’s weird here? Your wife is drinking a 1995 vintage red wine while we gulp these cans of cheap beer.”

His hot breath fanned across my face. Delilah only watches us from the side. I can see her from my peripheral vision. It was jealousy I could sense from her. “Try me.” I licked my lips. A low growl came from his throat. Romanov’s eyes are dark with desire. “You really are trying my patient, woman.” He made an attempt to grab my arms, but that’s when the music began. Somebody pulled me away from my raging husband. He’s like a bull. I giggled at that thought.

He stared right at Flavio who was standing at his spot with a tight expression on his face. "Rest assured becaue My wife, Your queen, will come soon and she will be an honourable Italian Woman. A woman worthy of the title of The Velenoso's wife." "Is this true that you will marry Rosalina De Luca, Boss?" An underboss dared to ask. Aaron chuckled, blinking leisurely.