Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

He was beaming, his eyes wet with something that looked like relief. "You look like you just won the lottery," I said. "The party wasn't that successful." Lorenzo lunged forward and nearly crushed me in a hug. "Thank you," he choked out. I pushed him back, frowning. "For what? I didn't do anything." "Your husband is a man of his word." "I know that. I'm the one who married the bastard." "Never let him go, kid. He’s obsessed with you." "Why the hell are you telling me this?"

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.

His face was sharp and defined with light stubble. He was a handsome man indeed. I stood up and embraced him in a quick hug. "È passato davvero molto tempo, stronzo (It's been a long time indeed shithead)" He chuckled and let go off me. He looked Ace up and down. "È questo quello? (Is this the one?)" I sighed as I nodded. "Yes Mariano. Ace this is Mariano Di Viao, my brother. Mariano this is Ace Hernandez, my.. husband."

“He’s ruthless, lethal and really, really powerful. When he came into the hideout where the kidnappers had taken Ethan and I to, they had instantly dropped to their knees, that’s how much he’s feared by people.” My skin crawled as I listened to my parents talk about how dangerous the person I was going married off to was, as the hair stylist did my hair up in my bedroom. I was already dressed up in my wedding dress, and my makeup had already been done to perfection by professionals. “He’s the most powerful mafia Don ever to walk the earth. Every other mafia here in Italy knows he has the final say.” Dad continued and I felt fear clog my throat once again. “And you’re getting me married off t

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.

she adds. Hmm! A man so awfully dangerous that she wants him for herself. I wonder if she has seen mafia dons before. Because if she has she would know just how ridiculous her claims sound. Weiss has been the sweetest man I have ever met. He isn't an entitled clown like Marcus. "So Weiss is a dangerous mafia that I should run away from but one that you're this desperate to marry?" I ask. "Well . . . my family is mafia too. That's why Weiss and I needed to marry. I have been a Mafia's daughter since childhood so I can handle him and those that he works with," she says.

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.

I tell him, flashing a smile at the onlookers as we swayed to the music. "They are looking for some action, you know. We are supposed to be happily married, mia moglie." The accents rolls off of his tongue as he calls me 'my wife' and directly tickles me in the core. We are going to have a problem if his accent turns me on when it appears only when he lies. "Everyone in the high society knows how arranged and business marriages work." I roll my eyes. "Trust me, these people cannot wait to have the cake and go home and gossip about how Paige Mathewson, the crazy bitch, ended up with this catch." I nod in his direction.

Lium decided to tell his wife about those cars that have been following them since they left the store. “I know that’s why I’m searching for a nice song…” Verosha answered calmly while she still searching for a song on the car stereo. “You knew?” he asked. “Yep.” she just answered while she was still preoccupied. “So, you take us to the store to check them out?” he guessed and Verosha nodded. “Yep, why? Do you think I won’t notice it? I’m a mafia leader of my familia, so these petty things were nothing to me.” she smirked as she glanced over at her husband.

"Is he in the mafia, too?" "Yes." Massimo quickly snatched his papers from Aria—they weren't anything a civilian needed to see. Aria held up her hands in a placating manner. "Just trying to help, my dear husband. So what did this big bad mafia guy do?" Massimo wasn't in the mood for his wife's questions. "Nothing you need to worry about. I'll have it all taken care of." "That's my big, strong, tough guy," Aria said, grabbing his shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "Aren't I so lucky to have you all to myself?"