Mafia Boss . Marriage Novels & Stories

Everyone present was either mafia or well-off finance managers. The possibility of Joanna getting hitched to a Mafia chief caused her hair to stand on end… .Joanna strolled straight to her mother by marriage as she maneuvered her into her arms and overwhelmed her in a warm embrace. "I'm so delighted to have you as my little girl in regulation. You look so stunning, dear." Her mother by marriage couldn't stop coming down on her.In the wake of hello Mr Salvador and a couple of other significant people, she was accompanied by her mother by marriage to sit close to her Mafia spouse.

After growing up in an abusive home, living in the streets afterwards and becoming a Mafia boss, I feel like the heavens have finally smiled at me. And I'm not mistaken about wanting to marry her. Mia was my peace. My home. The one my heart will forever be with. After taking more shots, I lost my control. I pinned her wet body against the sand, spread her thighs wide open and buried my cock inside her pussy. And as the sun set, I made sure Mia knew— She was mine. To love. To hold. And I was going to pursue her.

“Now you’ve become unpredictable.” I didn’t look up. “The deal remains unchanged.” “I’m not talking about the deal.” His tone sharpened. “I’m talking about you. About your…recent choices.” Someone else cleared his throat Stefano, the finance director. “Your marriage was a surprise, Luca. And I don’t mean to question your personal affairs, but in our world, perception is reality. Some of our investors are concerned you married a waitress to cover a scandal you created yourself.” I closed the file with a snap.

There have been Mafia dealings and my understanding is that only when Bodega’s father came to be the Boss of the business, that he legitimized everything. Perhaps the Mafia blood runs in their family, maybe it is in their veins. Because agreeing for an arranged second marriage with Kenna isn’t something I anticipated he would agree to. Yet he did. Now I feel like a total shit because I actually think I would rather have Kenna want me than be forced to be with me.

Marriage to them was done out of necessity and not out of love. Long ago, when he still very much considered himself a prideful man, he’d done the unthinkable and helped a daughter of the Irish mafia escape. They came to America shortly after. Back then, the Influence of the Irish Mafia in the States wasn’t as strong as it was now, so it was easy for the two of them to lay low and get married. His wife gave birth shortly after to their son, and then two years later, they were blessed with a girl.

A smile formed on his lips. “Surprise... it didn’t hurt,” he grinned. Onora’s eyes widened. She tried to run, but he caught her, spun her around, and slammed her against the wall. His grip locked tightly around her wrists, pinning her there. She whimpered. “You punched me, and you must pay.” Pay? “Your husband didn’t tell you? Mafia don’t do free. You can’t punch me for free,” he smirked. Mafia. Her husband was a mafia. She had read many stories about them—dangerous men who manipulated others to get what they wanted.

“You’re a pleasure escort, aren’t you? So why am I the exception? Why don’t I get to pay for your services too?” His expression twists. “Because you’re my boss’s wife, goddammit!” His voice rips through the air like thunder. He turns away for a second, dragging both hands through his hair, trying (and failing) to calm down. When he faces me again, his gaze burns hotter. “Listen to me, Alessia,” he growls, stepping closer until our faces nearly touch. His tone drops, lethal and low. “You’re married to Alessandro Mancini. The mafia king. You know what that means?”

Uno said confidently, further fueling Manuela's irritation. "Read it." Manuela read the contract, her brow furrowing at several clauses. She looked up at Uno, who was now smoothing his wet hair. "My father owed you six million, but in this contract, you're paying me for acting as your wife? Are you serious? I'm going to pretend to be your wife because my father owed you money, and you're going to pay me? Are you insane?" Manuela exclaimed angrily. Uno looked at her. "Instead of being grateful, you call me insane? Tss! Being the wife of someone like me is no joke. I'm a mafia boss, so there will be times your life is in danger, so that money is my compen—"

He questioned and everyone exchanged glances "No idea" Blondie muttered "I can go and call her...." "No,it's fine" Ace cut in and started giving them the necessary information for their next mission. Apparently,they are bringing down a popular billionaire who on a low key is a black sheep in the mafia world. "Tonight,no buts" Ace said after he finished up his talk. 🗣 Yes boss. The projector was turned on and the map showing every part of the mansion was shown "Razor and I will get into the gathering,Cardi and Nicki..."

"She doesn't just have a connection to him, Boss. She is scheduled to marry him next week." A sudden, violent wave of heat surged through my veins, so intense it caught me completely off guard. My jaw clenched so tightly it ached. Lorenzo Moretti. A bitter rival, a man who hid his treacherous, slithering nature behind expensive tailored suits and fake smiles. The thought of him touching her, of those fierce brown eyes looking at him with submission, made something primal and dangerous snap inside my chest. "She’s marrying Moretti?" I asked, my voice dropping to a dangerous, low rumble. "A girl like that doesn't willingly throw herself into the bed of a little mafia boss.”