Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

He took a deep sigh and nodded his head. "And the location is the same location we found today, are you aware of it?" I asked him and guilt spread across his face. I nodded. "Are you looking for her? Aside from our enemies, you were looking for her?" I asked and he nodded. "I need to explain this part, Thalia. Her husband is one of the people who resigned from the Stallion Corporation. He holds a high position there and all people who hold high positions are part of the mafia," he explained.

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.

He agreed to sell the property, and I bought it for next to nothing with no real plan to live there. All I wanted was to have someone clean it up and fix the house. And later, I wanted to lease it in case those people were interested in tending to the olive trees. I knew nothing about olives and orchards, so that was that. From the same man, I learned more about the woman’s deceased husband. He was part of the Sicilian mafia, and his wife had been kidnapped and trafficked before he got her back. And then he got into a war with those people, and he and his wife lost their lives.

I know how extremely scared, dirty and hungry I was when he locked me in the tiny prison behind his bedroom for his victims who disobeyed his orders. “Yes, Luca.” I dragged the words out of my throat and made sure to enunciate his name correctly. I hated him to his bone marrow, my thoughts were constantly drifting between spitting at him or murdering him completely. Luca the Mafia. Luca, the most feared man in Russia, is my husband, the man I despised and hated to my core. The man my parents offered me to like a piece of rag for their own selfish gain and protection from the mafia rivals. Tears welled up in my eyes and they stung me as I willed them to better not fuck my feisty wife facade t