Mafia Boss Wife Novels & Stories

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

“At least I got what I deserved, a healthy, happy married life ahead of me unlike you who couldn't even find a match!” Valentina's eyes widened and nose fumed in anger at Mia’s taunt. She stopped seeking for Vladimir after seeing his true face. But the reality was that, even though she got scared of him, her heart still longed for the Bratva Pakhan VLADIMIR SOKOLOV. But hearing Mia's taunt Her ego reminded her of her hidden emotions. “Don't worry about my married life, Mia. I am The Princess of Italian Mafia. My husband wouldn't be any second-in-command but the Boss itself. When I get engaged, two kingdoms would be united!”

"It's bringing the legal papers for you to sign. I’m not traveling to a hostile environment you created. And I'm not doing a thing until you fulfill my conditions." "Never! Chiara is family!" "And I'm not?" I countered, my voice laced with venom. "You chose her safety over mine. Now choose the famiglia's survival over her comfort. The safe house stays sealed until you send her home and sign the financial papers." The line went dead. Dante's internal struggle was visible even across the Mediterranean. He was the Don—he couldn't be seen capitulating to his wife. But his power was dissolving in a Sicilian street, and his famiglia was watching.

And even about the fake police that came to my house. “That is… a lot to take in. If this woman wasn’t dead, I would have called her a witch. How can someone treat a person like this?” Mia said, shaking her head in disbelief. “You know the funniest part of it?” I asked, leaning back slightly. She shook her head, curious. “The man she went to stay with… was married. And guess who his wife was?” I asked, raising my brows. She frowned, trying to guess. “It was our boss… Stella.”

But I somehow manage to stop myself. "Let go of me." She says breathlessly, as she struggles to free her wrist but stills the moment I take another step and press her flush against my chest while lowering my lips to whisper near her ear. "I have worked for years to become the biggest mafia king in the entirety of the world, and I will not have you ruining that for me just because you were foolish enough to fall for me and that isn't working out so well for you any longer. Finally I am getting closer to breaking your father's empire bit by bit and even your brother with his tech genius can barely manage to scratch me, let alone wound me." She shivers when I press a kiss to the side of her nec

"She used to tell me everything about the Irish mob boss. So I knew the three wives were battling to birth a son who will rule after their husband. And I gave this third wife the idea of giving her a son. My daughter-in-law was pregnant, so I knew what I was doing." She went quiet for a while then continued. "So, when she was almost, I sent my men to attack the Irish mafia territory so it would be easy for the don to send his wife away. I accompanied her here in Russia. She gave birth and after a week, my daughter-in-law gave birth in the same hospital, so I switched the babies and sent my grandson back to Ireland together with the don's wife." "So he is the boss now, Maksim is the Irish don

She laughed, I could feel her husband staring down at her like she was the sun itself and no other stars could exist where she shined. “I've been looking forward to meeting you." She said happily. I stared on in worry. I've never seen any soul born and raised in the Mafia world look so happy and pure. It was unnerving. Almost like Rino could feel it, he pulled me closer into him. I watched as her husband's hooded gaze followed Rino's movement and then he whispered something into his wife's ears and she blinked before nodding softly. She looked like she was holding back from pulling me into another hug.