Let Me Go My Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

“This one on my left ring finger.” He offered it to me to put on him. I licked my lips, knowing the moment the words left me, I’d regret them. Roman blew out a breath, and it fanned against the back of my neck. “Why?” He asked My heart skipped a beat as the world before me blurred. His warm lips brushed against the nape of my neck. Electricity danced along wherever he touched. “Because I have a mafia man for a husband.” I held his left hand as steady as possible while chaos raged through me.

Rod said. "There's something you need to know, Rod," I said to him. "What is it? Why does someone want you dead? Do you have enemies?" he asked. "My husband is a very dangerous person. He was a ruthless, merciless mafia boss who foughts for everything lethal and illegal just to get home to his lovely wife and make love to her to wash all the tiredness and worries away," I explained and his eyes narrowed, he was listening to me very carefully.

“No. I love him. I accept him for who he is.” They exchanged looks. Then Dad finally spoke. “Your husband… is a Mafia emperor.” I froze. “…What?” The word echoed in my mind. “Mafia emperor…?” I repeated slowly. Everything around me felt unreal. My mind struggled to process it. “The man I love…?” I whispered. The man who held me gently… Who kissed my forehead… Who promised to protect me… “…is a Mafia emperor.” And suddenly… Everything made sense. **** LMCD22

I called out to the doctor. “Yes, ma’am?” “Can I ask a favor?” “Can you please call my husband?” “Who’s your husband?” she replied a bit irritably, sounding somewhat snobbish. I smiled at her. “Magnus, my mafia husband,” I said. Her expression changed, and she nodded and quickly left. Before long, she returned with him. Magnus approached me, looking worried. “Yes, hon?” “Hon, they'll confine me. They said they will monitor the baby, and they expect me to go into labor soon.”

“You come when I tell you to from now on. Not her.” Desperately trying to hold back my orgasm, I nodded. “Okay.” He murmured, "Watch my wife," and made me sigh softly as he pulled on my nipple. Laila was watching her husband skillfully touch my folds. “She’s going to come for me on command, then you’ll learn to do the same thing.” I swallowed hard and stared at his profile, unable to believe that I was really here with a Mafia boss and his wife. Out of all the women in the world that they could’ve had, they chose me; they wanted me.

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

“If you want revenge, this is your best bet. See ya in an hour!” Scarlett sighs and hangs up the phone. She debates with herself for a while before muttering, “F*ck it.” She gets into the car and drives off. Meanwhile, somewhere deep in the city, a man hangs up the phone. He’s sitting on a couch with a drink in his hand. His face is half hidden in the dark but he’s smiling. There’s a document in front of him; a marriage certificate. A young teenager enters the room and sighs. “Are you really gonna get through with this?” She groans. “She’s Hector Hawkins’ ex-wife and one of the members of the enemy clan! Whatcha even thinking?”

My hand throbbed almost as much as the headache I have now acquired. "Your father still wants you to marry?" KC asked as she took a seat on the edge of my bed, crossing her legs. She knows I've practically begged him to stop this marriage, she knows how he just laughed at me, telling me to fuck off. "Yes." I walked over to my balcony windows and looked into the night sky. Stars glimmered and shone, with a shooting star falling. I wished for happiness. I have argued with my father to no avail. It is a done deal. I ran a finger down my cheek, where my father slapped me last. I may not be bruised but I will always remember. I closed my eyes as I wished for his death over and over again. If only

He is a monster, he kills people and doesn't feel guilty for it. I sat down in the chair near the vanity. I have been here only for an hour and I have already seen a dead person, who was shot by my husband. (Eww. Calling him my husband is disgusting. ) . I try to calm myself and try to forget the incident because if I were to live here my whole life, I should get used to it. It's a part of the package if you marry a person from the mafia. And I can't change my fate, I just have to accept it.

After my sister died, I signed a five-year contract marriage with her mafia husband, paying my family's blood debt in her place. I poured five years of my life into the Falcone family, and all I got was a husband who only wanted me for his bed and a child who saw me as his enemy. It was time to let go. "Christine, are you certain you want to leave the family?" Don Corrado asked me in his private study, his commanding voice echoing off the walnut-paneled walls.