Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance Books Novels & Stories

I nod my head and quickly walk around the counter and grab the coffee pot and a mug, walking back over to his booth and place the mug in front of him and instantly begin to pour the dark liquid into his mug. “So…..” the beautiful stranger begins then takes a sip out of his hot coffee then places it back down onto the table and looks up at me with his gorgeous blue eyes “Can I get your name or am I going to have to call you blondie or waitress for the rest of the night?” “My name is Lili” I reply to him, pulling my top lip with my teeth as I look down at him.

she said in a whisper but he heard but couldn’t believe it. “What did you just say?” Vikram asked, making her look at him. “I love you Mr. Vikram Seth” Nitra shouted. Vikram’s happiness had no end; he hugged her, not caring about what others thought. He was on the ninth cloud from her confession he knew now his life was complete. No one would be able to take her away from him now she was all his now, she was his love, his life, his BABE. SHE WAS MARRIED TO A MAFIA AND IT WAS A LOVE STORY.

Book 3 is another steamy Mafia romance crime saga featuring hardcore, taboo romance, sex with my bodyguard, A Possessive Mafia Romance etc full Book starts here 👇 I know what those hands have done— and it’s not pretty. Except maybe I like it a little ugly. A little twisted. A little broken. Ren’s the kind of man I’ve spent my life running away from: big, gorgeous, arrogant. He thinks the world revolves around his biceps. When I’m nearly killed in a drive-by shooting gone wrong, my father packs me up and ships me off to Philly, “for my protection,” whatever that means.

I'd like to believe that he wouldn't think of me in that manner as long as he had other women to screw. "If I understand properly, it's just six months till your wedding," the store owner chimed in. She was the only one who seemed to be happy. It should come as no surprise that she would be quite wealthy now. The ultimate marriage between the Chicago and New York mafias was expected to be a grand occasion. Money wasn't important.

Marcello made his way to a table at the other side of the room. “Hi Angelo,” he greeted, to the man who sat down in the middle of the table. “Ciao, Marcello,” Angelo replied. “Sei arrivato qui bene? Did you get here okay?” “Yes,” he replied. Angelo’s eyes darted towards me. “And this is?” “My fiancé,” Marcello replied. Angelo nodded, and we proceeded to sit down. “So then, let’s talk about business,” said Angelo. “The Sicilian Mafia are attempting to take over our territory. We need to send out a warning hit to their connect to warn them not to fuck with us.”

Much the same as for the men who swore a vow to the different crime organizations, this marriage was my vow—my promise to be the obedient daughter and wife—a promise that was only escapable through death. Despite the fanfare, this wedding was nothing more than a transaction, the exchange of goods and services, the type that happened nearly every minute of every day. Soon, I, the daughter of one of Patron Roríguez’s top lieutenants, would be the property of the Kansas City Famiglia, more specifically, of Dario Luciano. Throughout my twenty-four years, I’d read stories and watched movies about women in history calmly walking to their death. With each step closer to my future husband, I picture

A true fallen angel is not afraid of darkness, but appreciates it, adores it, and enjoys it. In the same way that in Colombia they prepared an exclusive party, where there were guests of all kinds, exotic, eccentric, etc.. The important thing was that they had money and that they collaborated with the illicit association that Maria De La Cruz was trying to lead, and that was also growing and leaving in its wake the personalized Mexican brand. That party was very difficult for her, since there were faces, images that had done her wrong at some point, that were not friends at all, but she knew that world had to be extremely cold, and that was how little by little she was becoming a successful

Most of my cousins were either married or engaged at my age. I was an exception only because my parents were dead, so there was no one who could arrange my marriage other than Damon. Who had other important things to work on at that time, rather than looking for a guy to marry me, which gave me a little extra time than other women. But it came to an end when a war broke out between Cosa Nostra and the American mafia which made Cosa Nostra seek out Bratava for help and which eventually led to me marrying Alex, which scared me.

Waiting for Darryl to leave, Anne let out a breath, her tense body finally relaxed and leaned back in the chair. "Didn't expect Darryl Rider to want to marry our daughter." Mr. Joshua ruffled his hair and muttered. "It's actually possible, as long as he's willing to help our family." "Noway." "Cannot." Anne and Regina exclaimed at the same time. If Mr. Joshua could understand that Regina was against marrying Darryl because she was afraid, he was baffled by his wife's overreaction. "Isn't this a good thing for Regina? Even though she's a bit disadvantaged to be the wife of a notorious mafia boss." Mr. Joshua told Mrs. Anne.

And I was the price. The priest began the ceremony, his voice echoing through the empty church. I barely heard the words. My mind was racing, trying to make sense of how I'd ended up here. Just a week ago, I'd been planning my escape from this life. I'd been dreaming of a future where I could leave the mafia world behind and start over somewhere far away. But now, those dreams felt like they belonged to someone else. Someone who hadn't been sold to a man like Alessio Romano. "Do you, Evelyn Moretti, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the priest asked, pulling me back to the present.