Let Me Go My Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

I pushed my hair back from my face with one hand and turned to face the mirror at the far end of the room. There I was. Disheveled. Flushed. My shoulder bore the faint imprint of his grip, my neck bruised by his tight grip, and my lips parted just enough to catch the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Pitiful. Messy. Silent. And this is me, Catalina Moretti–Lucchese. Wife of the most powerful mafia boss in Italy. A man whose name carries blood and reverence. A legacy built on iron, fire, and fear.

“Maybe he like…shit. I don’t know. I’m confused.” “It’s fine. This is a mafia marriage like I always knew I would end up in. I never told you that the reason I stopped reading the smutty manga you tried to get me to read wasn’t because of the smut. It’s because I was sure I would never get this—a marriage where I would want my husband and most importantly where he really wanted me. For years, I never allowed myself to become wishful or long for what I couldn’t have. I’m lucky that I do want Milos, it makes things easier. I think we could have a good marriage. He promised he wouldn’t cheat if…” I blush. “He promised. I’ll try, I think what’s important is he will too.”

I was quiet, I understood and yet I was not the one that was lost at the age of eight, struggling to survive and then picked up by some random strangers, raised and then sold into a contract marriage to a devilish Mafia king only to be betrayed by someone you love. “Let's go." I said to him and he smiled. “Thank you." He told me stretching out his hand, I took it and he opened the door for me to walk through. " We'll ride in my car." He said leading me to his sleek black car. *** “You don't need to stand there and watch over me, I'm fine I won't commit suicide." I joked but the joke didn't sit well with Wave, it made him angerier and took him on edge.

At my birthday party, a subordinate chuckled and said in Russian to my husband, Tony Gambino, heir to a mafia family. “Sir, Sasha has a surprise for you tonight. You’re in for a good time!” Tony handed me the piece of cake he had just cut and wished me a happy birthday before replying to him in Russian. “That girl always has her tricks in bed. Makes it hard to resist. I’ll see her tonight. “Just don’t let Madam find out, or I’m afraid I’ll get thrown out.”

I questioned and he nodded his head. "Okay love, I will tell you if something is wrong, and know this as well, I will protect you from anyone that might hurt you.” "I know you will and I love you so much, let's go get our meat and change of plans, let's have it here so we can enjoy their music as well, let's try a little bit of a local love to our love journey,” I suggested and he bought the idea, the truth right now is that I doubt his words, is my husband among the mafia gang? He should at least tell me and I won't be offended at all, though I will be angry but I love him so much, that's all that matters right now.

I roll my eyes pointing to the chair signifying him to sit. “Isabella, there's no way else to put this to you, yes I will disappear for days, yes your husband is a mafia lord and I have certain responsibilities to fulfill which involve me turning off my phone and dumping it in some hotel in another country so I'm not followed, to make sure I'm not tracked, but I will promise to start telling you before I disappear” My heart pumps in my chest as every word he says pulls him closer to me leaning on the table, so close.

He was a psychopath. I laid on my bed, with his men standing outside the door. I cried bitterly, as my chest clenched tightly, with my lungs forgetting how to work. I needed to escape this Hell hole, find the location of the safe house where he kept my boys, and I needed to act fast. I jerked back to reality when the door creaked open. Shivers ran down my spine as I looked up to see who it was- My ruthless mafia husband, Gustavo. “Who do you think you are to walk around freely in my mansion?” Gustavo Sneered at me, before sitting beside the bed. The bed which was meant for a happy matrimony, only reminded me of the countless times I was molested by this monster.

She cussed as she pushed him away gently, “You know why I’ve been crying, cause you won’t let me go!!” “I’m sorry I can’t,” he shrugged lightly, “You agreed to marry me did you not?” She hissed, Alex Maldov was a cunning man who knew his way with words, “I’m too tired for this. Please go away.” “Away?” His brows furrowed, “I’m in our bedroom. We’re husband and wife.” “You’re a bad man.” She snapped, “I want nothing to do with a maf— “Mafia??”. Alex chuckled, “I am a business man.”

like me justin we are so close buddies from childhood i can do anything for him a nd he can do anything for me like helping me in bringing my wife . "are you sure you are mafia king ?" "do you want me to show you darling ha" he looked towrds me and smirked . "NO" he laughed on my response. "don,t worry for you i am just your husband and lover " i blushed so hard and looked away . "don,t change the topic baby tell me how many friends you have ." "none . well if you count the people who use me when they need me and then throw me away then i have many " i smiled towrds him sarcistically .

"How did you manage to book this beautifully mesmerizing place in such a short time?" I asked, while still mesmerized. "Your husband is a mafia, so if you want, I can own the whole town for you, but if you get hurt somehow, well, that's not going to happen in this lifetime, but if a single scratch on your body and I will be the one to burn this whole fucking New York City."