Mafia Boss Wife Novels & Stories

I sighed and scoffed at the ridiculous condition. “Aitana Greyson, Alessandro’s wife runs the biggest mafia network in the U.S.” He said but I literally fell from my chair. “Mafia?” I frowned. “Yes, she is the mafia queen of American Mafia syndicate but there’s more into the story.” He paused and munched the Belgian chocolates I ordered for Adeline but he stole one box. “This one box costed me five hundred dollars including the shipping charges which I am going to deduct from your payment. So, don’t stretch it and tell me the fucking truth.” I said slamming my fists on the table.

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.

If what kind of a mistake have I ever done in order for him just to hide me as a wife, but until now the answer remains blank. I was back in my sense when his door suddenly opened. He stood and stared at me seriously while wearing nothing other than his boxer shorts. I immediately took my eyes off of him and then continued walking. Even before I could get away I heard him call his men and ordered to dispatch the woman he had slept with. I laughed softly as I walked down the stairs. Yes, it is also not new to me to hear such a command from him. He is a mafia boss after all, a ruthless one. And I, Jazzie Zamora, am his wife.

she explained with a big smile. "Is that true? Then is it true that he is a mafia head? Then who is that woman? his wife?” asked Alicia. “Head of the Mafia…well I have to correct it, used to be the head of the mafia..now no, the woman he was with is not his wife…more like… hmmm…” she is silent and seemed to think of the right term. “Fuck buddy, she is a woman from Asia and a widow with one child, her child just died two weeks ago… a little girl named… Raine??”

Wait, a second…Aiden was the mole in our familia and our boss seek help on Lilium Familia since they were good on security…Lium, be honest with me, are you telling me that you’re married to the cold queen of torment? “Wow, I didn’t know that my wife had that kind of title, I thought she was just called the queen.” he chuckled at what he learned from his friend about his wife. ‘HAHAHA! Every boss in the mafia called her Queen or the Torment Queen but to us, we called her the cold Queen of Torment. She could torment you even with just her piercing cold gaze.’ “You saw it already?” he wondered as he didn’t realize that there was already somebody - someone was already listening to their conversa

Malik looked at him in shock. "She is my woman! Not any whore.. And true mafia never leaves his woman! But a Mafia-like you will never understand it, who even betrayed & killed his own wife, Zubaida. You will never understand the fact that a true Mafia needs to become a man first, before becoming any leader or king. But You are not a man enough to understand this because no matter what happens, no matter who comes across, True Mafia is above all that. So think before saying anything about my woman because

“Vladimir Sokolov, the Bratva’s pakhan was born in sin. He is a ruthless, scary and dangerous man, Rose. He is a walking Sinner in our mafia world. He killed his first wife in anger because she wanted to redecorate his room. No girl could stand his lethal personality and looks.” Rose’ eyes widened in horror. “What are you saying? Who kills his wife for such a minor thing. Where have you been hearing all this rubbish?” Rose scolded Mia as panic slowly grasped her nerves. Mia rolled her eyes. “Believe it or not, but I have my sources, Sis. Why else do you think Valentina denied marrying him and Zio gave you to that man?” Mia raised her eyebrows. “Valentina? She was supposed to marry that Russi

"It's puzzling that you have no clue." I furrowed my brow. "Why?" "They use the ones they capture here," spoke a man around 40. He approached, casting a momentary gaze at the children nearby. "I'll draw nearer so the kids won't hear," I nodded. "They exploit us. The Boss, as they call him, is the father figure of all the Mafia and syndicates. He wields too much power for any of his subordinates to defy. Even in his youth, he was extraordinary, his abilities and intellect setting him apart. He played with them, no one could approach him. Yet, he managed to have a wife and child. He was a good father and husband. Until his wife succumbed to a grave illness. His child, however, committed suicid

“You come when I tell you to from now on. Not her.” Desperately trying to hold back my orgasm, I nodded. “Okay.” “Watch my wife,” he murmured, tugging on my nipple and making me moan softly. Mallory was watching her husband skillfully touch my folds. “She’s going to come for me on command, and then you’ll learn to do the same thing.” I swallowed hard and stared at his profile, unable to believe that I was really here with a Mafia boss and his wife. Out of all the women in the world they could’ve had, they’d chosen me; they wanted me.

“Send money to his family and a note. His first son will work to pay off his father's debt” Richard nods They walk outside, where his driver is waiting for him. “ Where to , boss”. His driver asks as he heads to the driver's side. “Lace and leashes”. His favourite strip club, they had a wide selection. Chubby, skinny, black, white,Latino and a long list of kinks. Nothing was off the table. As they get into the car, Richard sccuries after him. “ Boss, you have an appointment with Selina Gaze”. Richard says out of breath.