Let Me Go My Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

Her new husband is supposed to be away for a week but he had returned home with mom this afternoon. He introduces himself as Lorenzo Romano to me. He is a man with so much authority and charisma. And for some strange reason, I can tell he's very dangerous. He is talking in soft murmurs with my mom from where they sit. I don't catch much, only phrases like “expanding territory” and “cleaning up loose ends.” Mafia talk. I'm too stunned to process it. My mom got married to a Mafia Lord??? I don't have enough time to think about it, when they walk in.

"No. I want more. More than just leaving the marriage. I want my company to be successful, rich, and clean." A cough erupted from my weakened body, and Alex grinned, saying, "I like this part of you. Making your company have all that it needs. It's not a hard thing. I am glad you have decided to join my crew. Do we have a deal?" I adjusted my restrained body on the chair, scoffed, then laughed. "Fuck you. I would never betray my husband. You want to get into his mafia, go find another pawn, you dumb rat." The room echoed with my defiance, but it was met with a resounding slap that turned my face to the right. Pain radiated through my jaw, and I coughed out blood as my teeth jammed against th

He smiled. I took a seat opposite Uncle Michael and looked out of the window. I couldn't help but wonder who the man is I am going to marry. Yes, you heard me right. I am getting married to some mafia boss in America. Uncle Michael asked me if I would be willing to marry someone to make our mafia stronger since the man I would be marrying was bigger and stronger than our mafia. I had to agree because Uncle Michael didn't have any children to marry off. My parents still don’t know about this arrangement and I would like to keep it that way. They can't know I married a man to help our mafia. Mom believes in love but I don’t. Love is for people who are weak.

he growled, his nostrils flaring. "And you have no idea whose wife you are messing with. I am a Morelli, the wife of the Capo dei Capi of the Italian mafia. I have seen Dante kill and believe me, it is more gory than you can imagine. That man faces death like he has a second life. He killed all your assassins and cohorts that were sent to harm us in Mexico. Dante is blood thirsty and once he finds me, he will kill you all" I taunted them amidst my pain.

my mother then glared at him and I just shake my head. "no..." I cough again. That is all that I can say because of the impact of the pool to me. "This is ridiculous!" he said and stomped his cane on the floor three times. That means he is really furious. "She is getting married to Mikhael, the first Son of the Montreal! And you look like just... just!" he paused when Raphael glared at him. "What can you feed her, huh?!" "Grandpa!" I shouted and then coughed again.

He suddenly lifted me from the kitchen counter and hoisted me over his shoulder. “Dexter, what are you doing?” I yelped. “I need to do something before you take back your word.” “And what was that?” “To make you officially mine today. We will go to register as husband and wife today. You can’t run anymore from me, Mrs. Anderson.” He laughed with his own remark. “You never change, Mr. Mafia,” I exclaimed. His persistency makes me happy. “I know you love this version of me so I will never change.” He said, knowing me well.

I say with sorrow. “What do you mean you couldn’t refuse? Who is your husband?” He inquires frowning. “He... does business with my father...” I let my voice trail off, that is all I need to say for Lucas to get what I mean. He knows about my father’s dubious activities, we have spoke about this before because Lucas is certain that his family does the exact same thing as mine. Lucas father and his older brother, Vincent, are part of some kind of mafia or at least Lucas thinks they are, although he has always managed to stay out of it, even so, he is aware of the power they possess and that escaping or disobeying their commands is not easy.

Harshly, but royally he pulled out the chair for himself to sit as Danica gently pulled her, with her shaky hands. She was strictly ordered to sit beside him and act like his wife since they were married tor almost 9 months. The maids quickly served them the dinner as Zeke and Danica started eating. The maids stood aside shaking, everyone feared Zeke. Of course why shouldn't they? Zeke is a mafia boss. Being cruel, heartless, brutal and rough was what he was taught to. Everyone had to think multiple times before doing anything because they knew, one wrong step and they're gone.

My father, Wyatt Rossini, believed Rhett Raines had the best chance of becoming the next Don of the Raines Family. So he arranged our engagement. For three years, I helped Rhett manage his businesses and the Family. I spent countless hours networking with every major Family in the region and building connections on his behalf. I stayed by his side through enemy ambushes and hails of bullets. Surviving one close call after another made me believe we were deeply in love. He used to hold me tenderly in his arms. Whenever he looked at me, his gaze was warm and full of adoration. "Vera, I'll make you my Donna. We'll spend the rest of our lives happily together." Then, while protecting Rhett, I un

Ryan said, unconcerned. But the feeling of dread was growing stronger. She immediately started dressing. "You're just going to leave me?" Ryan's voice was laced with irritation. "Madeline, don't tell me you still have feelings for him." "He's my husband," Madeline said, not even looking at him as she packed. "I have to go back." "Husband?" Ryan scoffed. "That's not what you were saying in bed. You said he was cold, boring, nothing more than a convenient accessory—"