Let Me Go My Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

he said, leaning in to kiss her slow, deep, and full of promise. When they finally pulled apart, she laughed softly, shaking her head. “I can’t believe I’m actually marrying a mafia boss,” she murmured, half teasing, half in awe. Miguel smirked. “Correction, mi amor you’re marrying the mafia boss. And from now on, you’re my queen.” She laughed softly, resting her head against his chest. “God help the world then… because we’re unstoppable.” Milan, Italy — Evening, Ashcroft’s Penthouse

“Everyone at the De Luca house… they ignored me. Completely. Except Fran, but even she couldn’t fix the way my husband and his mother treated me.” Her father’s brow furrowed slightly, though his expression remained calm. “I sensed as much,” he said. “That family has always measured everything by appearances. You should not let it affect you.” She hesitated, then took a breath, her fingers curling around the glass. “There’s more,” she continued. “Gianna Moretti… she’s in Chicago. Adriano is spending a lot of time with her. I… I can’t ignore it. I think they’re—” She paused, searching her father’s face. “I think they’re involved. More than just friendly.”

His eyes were bloodshot, his gaze locked on my hand, now overlapping with Killian's. "You are my wife. You are betraying your husband! This is a betrayal of the family's honor!" Killian recognized the crazed Capo at once. He knew my history with Carter and stepped forward, shielding me behind him. "Carter, if the alcohol has fried your brain, I don't mind helping you sober up." "You and Maeve are long divorced. She's a free woman now, and it's her right to marry whomever she pleases." "Shut up!"

I knew he only said it because I looked so much like Riley, but I chose to believe him anyway. On the first day of our marriage, he told me that to escape the bloody underworld, his accounts had to be frozen. He couldn't touch a cent of the family's dirty money. I was so in love with him, I never cared about his status as a mafia heir. Starting over was fine. As long as it was with him, I was willing to do anything. So during what he called his "downfall," I lived in a basement, ate stale bread, washed clothes for mobsters in the dead of winter, and gave birth to Luca in a back-alley clinic.

"No, Jaxon, no. No, I don’t need to call anyone else. I don’t want anyone else. I just want you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that we fought. I don’t want anyone else here to take care of me or to lean on." I moved in closer to him and took his hands in mine. I realized mine were still shaking. "You’re my husband. We are partners. I don’t want to be away from you. And–and if you think being in the mafia again is best for us then let’s do it. We’ll be all in. You’ll be the king and I’ll be your queen." Jaxon stared at me a little dumbfounded. "Are you serious?" he asked, sounding excited.

"Don't... don't talk about her like that." "Come on, Darien!" Julian laughed, shoving my shoulder gently. "You're back! You're back to being our friend again. The sickest guy in the mafia! That whole marriage thing was just bad luck. A trap. A single man belongs to the streets, bro." "I am... I am married," I slurred out, my hands trembling as I tried to grip the cold glass on the table. "Nilah... Nilah is my wife." "She abandoned you, man!" Leo snapped, leaning in close to my ear, his breath smelling like sour gin. "She left you when you were down. She walked out that door! Forget her!"

I heard his footsteps behind me and he yanked me by my hair, dragging me by my hair through the room and tossing me on the bed. "Let me go, Dimitrov. We have no business together. Just let me and my kids go" I cried desperately, kneeling on the bed. "We have no business together?" He asked in a deadly tone, gripping my jaw until it hurt. "You are my wife" he yelled in my face, his voice thick with emotions and his eyes blazing with anger. "You had my fucking children and kept them away from me" he let go of my jaw and I just cried. "You must be foolish to think I would let you go that easily after finding out that. You should have never come to that courtroom"

I tell him, flashing a smile at the onlookers as we swayed to the music. "They are looking for some action, you know. We are supposed to be happily married, mia moglie." The accents rolls off of his tongue as he calls me 'my wife' and directly tickles me in the core. We are going to have a problem if his accent turns me on when it appears only when he lies. "Everyone in the high society knows how arranged and business marriages work." I roll my eyes. "Trust me, these people cannot wait to have the cake and go home and gossip about how Paige Mathewson, the crazy bitch, ended up with this catch." I nod in his direction.

I struggled to find the right words, my voice barely a whisper. "Mr. Marino, you can't take my wife away," I pleaded, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Aria was not just his daughter; she was my wife, my parlife partner turned to me, his gaze piercing. "Come back for her when you are fit enough to protect the Mafia princess," he stated firmly, his words a challenge and a warning.

He was glad to survive for four days straight. “Well, you’re married to a mafia, so bear with it.” she chuckled while she does some stretching. “Can I just be a normal husband and do office words or maybe cook for you?” he whined as he asked but something suddenly flew his way that almost hit his forehead. Good thing, his reflexes were totally expanded which Verosha smirked at. “Nope, my husband should be promising and remarkable that never failed to fascinate me…” Verosha trailed off and grinned slyly at her husband who was glaring at what she just did. It almost hit him as if her reflexes were not good.