Mafia Boss . Marriage Novels & Stories

My eyes trailed down his body, his chest was bare, His well-sculpted chest, trained abs, and packs were a pleasant sight to behold not that it was my first time seeing him without a shirt or like I was yearning to see him naked, the honest truth is I never get enough of him, I don't think I will, he's everything a woman can ask for and sometimes I feel like I don't deserve him, but then he is mine, he may not have told me he loved me verbally but his actions show it, his body language, his thoughtfulness towards me, his loving gaze and gifts, the quality time he has been spending with me deepens my love for him each day. It feels like a fantasy sometimes but it's fucking real, I bagged a Maf

Anna pov I don't know why I said yes to marriage when Damon asked me. Damon Fratello is the leader of Cosa Nostra and my cousin. He is the strongest capo I have ever seen. When he asked if I would marry Alex Ricco, the brother of Bratava Capo Dante I said yes. I was already 20 and I knew that if I waited more than this I don't think I am ever gonna get married and leave here. Most of my cousins were either married or engaged at my age.

"Just so you know, he's not just a member, Madame. He’s actually the leader of the organization." If I thought I was shocked before, this was on a whole new level. What had I gotten myself into? Marrying Marco was already strange enough since I knew so little about him, but now I was learning all this stuff about my husband? I tried not to let my anxiety show. Instead, I nodded like everything was fine, even though my mind was in total chaos. Marco, my husband, is the boss of a mafia! "I’ll leave you to it now, Ma'am. If you need anything, just let me or Renzo know."

All possible options to escape this wedding came to nothing. I guess I was actually marrying the mafia man. Walking down to the end of the aisle, I saw him standing there. Looking dashing and so handsome, none would ever imagine he was such a monster within. Having the normal time of a CEO but was the leader of the mafia in the country. Skipping all the formalities, the priest asks: “Do you Lorenzo Doralga, take Sarah Yama as your wife?” “Yes, I do.” He responded with a smile that could convince anyone that he actually was happily in love.

So, she could tell Jacob about it. “Compensation? There’s one thing I want.” “Okay. Name it.” “I want you to marry me.” “It’s impossible! I’m already married.” “You can divorce him. Don’t you know who he is?” She looked at him. “I know who he is.” “I bet you don’t know that he’s a mafia syndicate leader in our country,” he said calmly. “I know about it. In fact, you are the same.” “What?” His startled voice made her angry. “I know you are a mafia syndicate leader too. Don’t deny it!”

“They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.” My mind keeps drifting back to something I caught on TV a while back in Sierra’s office. She seemed to know the brothers and had a soft spot for one of them. I squint, trying to recall her exact words. She was pretty specific, like there was more beneath the surface. I thought about digging deeper then, but it didn’t seem relevant to either of my jobs. “The organization is falling apart. Nolan and Flint are on the brink of a full-blown war.” “And?” How well does Sierra really know these guys? Sometimes, the ties between people run deeper than they look.

"What don't I understand? Believe me I understand everything." "I've come to realize you didn't know...he never mentioned it, did he? Aiden is a Mafia boss. And if you saw him killing someone or people, just know they're people who had tried to harm you." This didn't make me feel better in the least. I felt worse! I married a Mafia boss with enemies waiting for the right moment to kill me. Like what did I ever do to them? Why can't this just right for once In my life? I won't be surprised to discover he killed his own parents because right now, everything is possible.

If he has issues with someone, he simply avoids them. “Well, he is a good husband, so he needs to treat me well,” I informed him, lifting my chin slightly. He nodded in understanding. “No matter how well he treats you, remember that he is involved with the mafia. He is involved with illegal business. If something happens to him, you will be pulled down along with him,” Andrew reminded me, lowering his voice. Even though Jonathan always says that all his businesses are legal, I know he is involved with the mafia. Andrew doesn’t need to tell me. But I will not admit to anybody that my husband is involved in the mafia.

He was married… to Isabella, my best friend, no less. I thought I was doomed. Completely, utterly doomed. Eric Graves appeared, like a flicker of hope cutting through the darkness in my life. I had thought how could I possibly be good enough for him? He was the most powerful mafia leader in New York City, and I was just a woman with a record, nothing but shattered pieces to offer. But Eric told me to never worry about being good enough, that he loved me for who I was. Now, standing here, I realized that I had married the very monster who had made my life a living hell.

The contract wasn’t there. A sick realization settled into his gut, heavier than a thousand-pound weight. He had done it. He had handed Izora the wrong contract. The marriage contract. Instead of the work agreement. Instead of something harmless, something that would have been a simple formality. Instead, he had unknowingly tied her to Kaiser Eirian, the most ruthless mafia boss in the country. “Who signed this contract?” Kaiser's voice was low, almost above a snarl, yet it was the kind of inquiry that compelled a response. That was a demand, not a plea.