Mafia Boss . Marriage Novels & Stories

The mafia boss came and held the wine glass. “Ladies and gentlemen, it takes a strong and intelligent man to realize his dreams and achieve his goals in life and love. A man who is not afraid to live life to its fullest and embrace what is truly important. I'm here to talk about Clinton and Obanie, two people who have come together today to form a union that will surely last forever,” said the mafia boss. He raises his glass and addresses the newlyweds as he speaks again.

“I’m Adriano Giordanno, the mafia boss of Le Distruzioni. I’m pleased to meet you, Miss Mei Zhou.” I glare at his hand, and refuse to take it. “What will you do to me if I come with you? Turn me into your slave?” He smirks. “Possibly. But, if you become a good girl and follow all of my rules, I may turn you into my wife, a powerful woman no one can match.” I smirk back with more mockery than his. “I’m pregnant with another man’s, Marius Thorne’s, baby. Don’t tell me you’re okay with that?”

My mind raced and as usual, I forced myself to say something smart to infuriate him more but my gut feeling wouldn’t let me. He was right. I’d decided to leave the mafia but knew it was no small task. I knew I was ready to risk it all and had to be smart about the decisions I was to make. “I’m not marrying a woman from the Orlova family,” I finally said. My father walked over to the other side of the room, filled two cups with whisky, then walked back, dropping one in front of me.

“I know how it sounds, okay? Believe me, I know. But they weren’t threatening me. They were... professional. Cold, but… polite. Like it was a business transaction.” She stares at me like I’ve completely lost it. “Polite? Alyssa, they’re the Valentinos. Polite is just another weapon for people like them. What did they say? Tell me why they gave you $5000?” The words feel heavier when I have to form them aloud. “They want me to marry their son.” Carmen blinks. Once. Twice. “I’m sorry.... what?” “Two years. I marry their son, Stephano. I give them a child, and then I’m free.”

His voice was a low, teasing drawl as he said, "So, you didn't want me as a friend back then because you knew I'd end up as your husband?" My cheeks burned. He cradled my face in his hands and kissed me. I never would've imagined that Harold, the mafia kingpin who struck fear into every man, could be so tender. Something told me our story was only beginning.

“Then you should. I only had the displeasure of meeting him a few times. I doubt more interaction would have changed my mind. The rat was a prick.” I nodded. “You’re right. Can you see now why I don’t want to be married again?” “Yet, your brother—” “My brother and your father want to build on the alliance. You didn’t want to marry me. You were at the wedding with Jasmine.” “Had I known killing your husband was an option, I would have done that in order to take you to the wedding.” I couldn’t come up with a response. Aléjandro reached for my hand. “Mia, I’m not Moretti. The capo will marry you to someone. I want that someone to be me.”

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

I was completely fed up with hearing the exact same rules day after day. Dad turned the display of his laptop toward me. On the screen was a picture of a handsome man with sharp blond hair and piercing brown eyes, draped in a tailored black suit. "He is Igor Ivankov. The boss," Dad stated, his voice flat and unyielding. "You will marry him the moment you finish your studies. It is time for you to finally understand the weight of the position you hold in this family.” My heart dropped straight to my stomach. He was undeniably good-looking, but I knew exactly how these mafia men treated their wives. Being the boss gave him extra rights and immense, unchecked power to do whatever he wished.

"I know, that's why I want to ask you to think about both of us, but not in a hurry. I love you Louise, I don't know how to say what I feel, it's something totally new to me too, but I can't have you away from me anymore." "So don't let me go." Maurício This morning I received a call from the Mafia, by order I would be the new boss, but for that I would need to be married or have a child. "I won't let you, but I need you to answer me as soon as possible." Her doubtful face was on and she charmed me by smiling. The effect of the alcohol was already taking its toll on Louise, alcohol and her definitely don't mix. I was just watching her, her laughter, her hair toss, and her will to live.

Remember why you’re doing this. Nikolay looked at me from beside his father. His icy blue eyes met my green ones, both our eyes cold as ice toward one another. Both of us hating the day we were suddenly destined as one another’s partner. “Kiara, my baby girl” mum smiled approaching me. She opened her hands for me and hugged me tightly. Her eyes looking proud as she looked at her daughter who was now a bride to one of the most powerful mafia bosses, the future Mrs. Ivanov. The savior of this family. She appreciated what I was doing, at least that was what she showed