Let Me Go My Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

She even tried to step on me shoes with her platform heel boots but failed so I dragged her by the hand into a café which was a personal favourite as the owner was one of my mum's best friend. 'Jax baby how have you been.' cooed Leah as I walked in. 'I've been good, Leah how are you and your husband?' 'We're good darling. I see you have bought a female companion with you today.' she said smiling, clearly happy to see me out with someone other than my men. 'An addition to the family business.' Her face fell; she had hopes just like my mother that I would fall in love and get married and have children but this is the mafia. Love was a simple weakness that I for one as the boss could not afford

Suddenly, Noah sounded like a filial son, but this time, Jessica laughed sarcastically before answering, "If anyone doesn't know the real situation between us, they will definitely think that you really want to have children from me, Noah Brooks. But I know the situation well, and I will not be fooled by you. I just don't understand why you still want to have children with me even though you already have a boyfriend.” For a moment, Jessica furrowed her brows as she tried to find an answer to her curiosity, but then she suddenly thought of something as she spoke again, “Ah, I think I can understand why you insist on having children with me even though you already have a boyfriend. That's beca

I say, clenching my fists and she flinches at the graveness in my words. "What do you plan to do now? Will you marry that criminal?" she asks me expectantly. I inhale deeply, "no." I say simply, she goes silent. "I've made up my mind, I'll run away Eva." She gasps loudly.

"Oh, Georgina, you married a mafia man. They will force you, but you have to give in. It’s better to just give into what they want-” “What? No! He didn't force me. It was consensual—whatever happened," I explain, trying to comprehend his point. "Okay, good. So he was pleased and not upset, right? Good, we need to make sure that he is always happy with us," he says, holding my hand again, and I feel sick to my stomach. Quickly, I get up from the couch, maintaining distance, trying to understand what is happening in front of my eyes. This has to be a dream.

He asked me. "No, my husband is not a coward. He is Roman Atono, the leader of Russia mafia along with my dad. I insisted that I come in first since I am part of the deal." I told him who my husband is. "I love the way you hyped him. I hope he worths it." He said. "He worths more than it. But this isn't a moment of personal discussion." I shrugged my shoulders. "Fine, let him in." He commanded.

"I am Caius Falcieri. I just want to speak to my wife." The Falcieri name still carried immense weight in the European underworld. The guards looked at each other, hesitant to act. "Continue the auction," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "We don't stop for irrelevant interruptions." "Irrelevant?" The word seemed to hit him like a physical blow. He stumbled forward. "Alessia, I'm your husband." "No," my voice was like ice. "You are the Don of the Falcieri family. Nothing more."

Vincenzo walked past his brother and me, heading to the entrance door, his phone in his left hand. “Just give it a few minutes, Vincenzo, you’d be down on the ground, fighting unconsciousness.” I gritted, clutching onto my ridiculously huge ball gown. I just wanted to be out of the uncomfortable dress and in the comfort of my bed, where I belong, not in this blood bath with my new husband, who is a killer, A Made man and a soon-to-be Bratva. Everything felt too real to be a dream, so I didn’t count it as one, but I just wished everything could go back in time to when the De Luca Mafia family had no business with my papa.

If he has issues with someone, he simply avoids them. “Well, he is a good husband, so he needs to treat me well,” I informed him, lifting my chin slightly. He nodded in understanding. “No matter how well he treats you, remember that he is involved with the mafia. He is involved with illegal business. If something happens to him, you will be pulled down along with him,” Andrew reminded me, lowering his voice. Even though Jonathan always says that all his businesses are legal, I know he is involved with the mafia. Andrew doesn’t need to tell me. But I will not admit to anybody that my husband is involved in the mafia.

I squealed, trying to yank my leg free, but he was too strong, too playful to let me go so easily. His laughter rumbled deep in his chest, warm and unrestrained, and his eyes sparkled with a boyish mischief that I rarely got to see. For a moment, he wasn’t the Mafia boss everyone feared, the man whose name carried both power and terror in equal measure. For a moment, he was simply Leonard—my husband, the man who loved me fiercely. “Okay, okay,” he said finally, letting go and lifting his hands in surrender. “I promise I’ll behave.”

she adds. Hmm! A man so awfully dangerous that she wants him for herself. I wonder if she has seen mafia dons before. Because if she has she would know just how ridiculous her claims sound. Weiss has been the sweetest man I have ever met. He isn't an entitled clown like Marcus. "So Weiss is a dangerous mafia that I should run away from but one that you're this desperate to marry?" I ask. "Well . . . my family is mafia too. That's why Weiss and I needed to marry. I have been a Mafia's daughter since childhood so I can handle him and those that he works with," she says.