Mafia Boss Wife Novels & Stories

Harshly, but royally he pulled out the chair for himself to sit as Danica gently pulled her, with her shaky hands. She was strictly ordered to sit beside him and act like his wife since they were married tor almost 9 months. The maids quickly served them the dinner as Zeke and Danica started eating. The maids stood aside shaking, everyone feared Zeke. Of course why shouldn't they? Zeke is a mafia boss. Being cruel, heartless, brutal and rough was what he was taught to. Everyone had to think multiple times before doing anything because they knew, one wrong step and they're gone.

The price for the protection offered by the powerful family was higher than I had initially imagined. I closed my eyes, resigned. It was a marriage devoid of love, and I hoped to unite with the older brother of Paul Mitchell, a disgusting man on the verge of sixty; I would be his second wife, as the first one died under inexplicable circumstances that no one can explain. However, to my surprise, my heart raced when Paul Mitchell's youngest son entered my living room. I could feel my legs weaken in his presence, his defined muscles, blond hair, and light brown eyes. A cross tattoo adorned his neck, and his smile was charming.

Then, she walked towards the estate that surrounded the building. Hazel took a leisurely morning stroll, unafraid of the criminals who could attack her at any time, because the building and the vast forest surrounding it were the fiefdom of a mafia family. Not a single crime occurred here because of the great influence of the family name. It was also because there was a high fence surrounding each end of the forest. Hazel usually took a leisurely stroll from the kitchen exit to the entrance gate through these woods.

Fabiana Vitielo, the wife of Gioluca Vitielo, is one of the most influential woman in Famiglia. She and her family played a major role for the reputation of the Italian Mafia organization in America. Even though she married Gioluca without love, just for a political marriage, and Romero was not Gioluca's biological son, but she also had the power to make decisions during her husband's absence. "I didn't think Romero would go this far just because he felt threatened by Mia's existence," Gavin said as he looked at the letter.

Alex smiled again, “Get my wife another card. Clearly she’s maxed the first one out.” Jillian Bedlam, Ramona Gianni and Emilia Cortez. The three wives of the prominent mafia bosses, with the exception of Cortez who wasn’t part of the union all sipped on their jasmine tea. Elegance, poise and grace clearly shown in these three women as they waited patiently for the latest addition to their clique. “She’s late.” Jillian commented bitterly with a scowl on her face, “Who does she think she is?” “Patience Jill.” Emilia chuckled softly as she bit into one of the crumpets on her saucer, “I’m pretty sure it’s traffic. You know these younglings and their incompetence when it comes to being punctual,

“You’re a pleasure escort, aren’t you? So why am I the exception? Why don’t I get to pay for your services too?” His expression twists. “Because you’re my boss’s wife, goddammit!” His voice rips through the air like thunder. He turns away for a second, dragging both hands through his hair, trying (and failing) to calm down. When he faces me again, his gaze burns hotter. “Listen to me, Alessia,” he growls, stepping closer until our faces nearly touch. His tone drops, lethal and low. “You’re married to Alessandro Mancini. The mafia king. You know what that means?”

He made me utterly captivated. And he saw me too. The flicker of surprise and warmth in his eyes sent my heart racing. For that one moment, the whole world narrowed to just the space between us. For him, I gave up the weight of the Gambino name. I hid who I really was and married him as an ordinary woman—no connections, no fortune, no dangerous last name. I used my family's connections to pave the way for his company. Deals fell into his lap. Obstacles melted away. But I never let him know. I wanted him to believe he'd done it all on his own.

Serena's POV "What are you not telling me? I demanded. Gabriel chuckled nervously and stood up. "I just don't want you to get yourself in trouble. Adrian is the head of the Mafia family in Sicily which means he's a very dangerous man. He's got eyes everywhere and will not be happy to find you looking in his business. So I don't think you should keep sniffing around." He explained. I exhaled in frustration. "But if he knows something about my father's death, then I want to know it too." I protested.

I died five years ago. Now my husband, the Don of our Mafia family, wants me to take the fall for his sister again—this time for accidentally killing a British noble's heir during an arms deal. It was exactly because I took the fall for Kate on Lucien’s orders that I left the family five years ago—and that incident completely broke my heart. Now, he’s come to me again—and it’s still to make me take the fall. My ghostly form floats in the air as Lucien bursts into the apartment, clutching the ridiculous confession letter.

Augustin looked surprised and happy to see Paul, his father-in-law. But he looked away from the elder man with shame. Augustin failed to protect Paul's daughter, his wife. Failing to protect ones wife is considered the biggest failure of a mafia man. Being a boss himself, he let Alexander trick him and couldn't do anything when his wife and daughter were dying. Augustin is a proud man by nature. So he is still unable to bear this kind of failure. He is feeling that he lost the right to be called the boss. So he didn't correct his men when they addressed him as Mr. Montana.