Mafia Boss Wife Novels & Stories

"Who's really famiglia here? An outsider gets treated better than your banker, your shield, the one who actually owns the safe house you’re flying into?" My voice dropped to a cutting whisper that silenced the room. "One would think Chiara was your Don’s wife." The penthouse elevator chimed then. Gina rushed to greet Chiara, who swept in wearing a couture dress that cost more than Dante’s last weapons shipment. "Chiara! God, I’ve missed you! Come in!" Gina took Chiara’s oversized Fendi luggage. "If only you hadn’t left for Milan after the engagement fell through—you’d be my sister for real!"

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.

My voice cracked in the end and their laughter drowned my scream for help. "Bring her inside!" Their leader ordered, and I was helpless as they dragged me inside. "Don't worry, as long as your husband does, what my boss wants, you'll be safe, but if Alas chooses to get on my boss's nerves, then we'll feast on you, Czarina Rocio."

She placed her glass on the contour between us. "She's still my wife," I answered firmly. Regardless of the reasons I might have married Gia, she was still my wife, and I would do anything in my power to protect her and make sure that anyone who dared to lift their finger to hurt her, paid daily for it. And Faviola was no exception to that. She was going to pay for what she did to her. "I don't understand why it matters if I hurt her when you keep her prisoner in your house." She scoffed.

Elaina sighs in relaxation and says, "Your boss is so cold and rude. He didn't introduce us." "Hi, I'm Elaina, wife of your arrogant boss," Elaina stops Blackie and starts, ruffling its fur. It sits next to her and growls in reply. She smiles carefree and looks at Blackie with so much love and concern. Blackie sits next to her; Elaina rests her head on its head, thinking deeply about Aaron, Myra, and herself. She never assumes that she will marry a Mafia king. He is the capo; it is the bitter truth of her life. She doesn't understand yet; how is it possible?

“You come when I tell you to from now on. Not her.” Desperately trying to hold back my orgasm, I nodded. “Okay.” He murmured, "Watch my wife," and made me sigh softly as he pulled on my nipple. Laila was watching her husband skillfully touch my folds. “She’s going to come for me on command, 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 that they could’ve had, they chose me; they wanted me.

She led with a far reached but plausible conclusion, that I had even thought would be the possibility until I had the wife’s record checked. “Who’s to say that the mafia boss’s wife has only killed only one child. I had Zayne do a background check on her and that woman is the reincarnation of the devil in a werewolf’s body.” Her hands were stained with gallons of innocence buried under the guise of being just a loyal serving con-woman. I had formerly believed that the worse she could muster would be to control her husband into destabilizing the entire mafia, that’s considering his status. “What do you mean?” Of course, she couldn’t verse my reference but even though it as clear as day what I