Mafia Husband Novelas e Histórias

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?"

I knew he only said it because I looked so much like Riley, but I chose to believe him anyway. On the first day of our marriage, he told me that to escape the bloody underworld, his accounts had to be frozen. He couldn't touch a cent of the family's dirty money. I was so in love with him, I never cared about his status as a mafia heir. Starting over was fine. As long as it was with him, I was willing to do anything. So during what he called his "downfall," I lived in a basement, ate stale bread, washed clothes for mobsters in the dead of winter, and gave birth to Luca in a back-alley clinic.

I haven't really accepted the fact I had a husband, I was betrothed to someone I never knew or thought existed. A big part of me didn't like all this, but I was being treated well here. Like a queen, Armani Dante De' Luca was my husband, I find that very hard to believe. With the little information I tried finding, I found out he was the richest Mafia lord, let's not talk about the fact that he is was the most feared Mafia lord. I heard he was very brutal in his doings and doesn't show mercy.

He asked me. "No, my husband is not a coward. He is Roman Atono, the leader of Russia mafia along with my dad. I insisted that I come in first since I am part of the deal." I told him who my husband is. "I love the way you hyped him. I hope he worths it." He said. "He worths more than it. But this isn't a moment of personal discussion." I shrugged my shoulders. "Fine, let him in." He commanded.

I guess I couldn’t be all that surprised when I was the one who had abandoned her. “Are you scared our father will find out about your being here, or are you scared your husband's secrets will be out and he will be defeated in the war. Don’t pretend you care about me. All you care about is your bastard child and your murderer of a husband.” “Who knew the woman who escaped from the mafia would end up marrying the Pakhan of the Bratva? I have to admit, I thought you would remain a nun forever, Liv.” She was being sarcastic and taking jabs at me. I didn’t think I would ever end up with a man in the mafia, and yet I had married one. Some would call me a hypocrite, but I wouldn’t be me if I liste

If he has issues with someone, he simply avoids them. “Well, he is a good husband, so he needs to treat me well,” I informed him, lifting my chin slightly. He nodded in understanding. “No matter how well he treats you, remember that he is involved with the mafia. He is involved with illegal business. If something happens to him, you will be pulled down along with him,” Andrew reminded me, lowering his voice. Even though Jonathan always says that all his businesses are legal, I know he is involved with the mafia. Andrew doesn’t need to tell me. But I will not admit to anybody that my husband is involved in the mafia.

He placed his hand on mine, his fingers warm and firm. — “Trust me, Amenda. Just that. » My heart was beating fast. I wanted to insist, but something in his tone, in his confidence, prevented me from asking more questions. It was then that he looked at me seriously. — “You know, Amenda… I did some research on your husband. » I immediately stiffened. — “Malick…” — “I know his name is Luca. And that he is a mafioso. » I thought my breath was going to stop.

"Perhaps he didn't want you to be angry that he's the one who prevented you from seeing your mother again. But if you ask me, he doesn't give a damn about you, Princesa." He passes me a photo from his pocket. I immediately recognize the back of Diego's head, and sitting across from him is a man in a suit with short, blonde hair. Glancing back up at Nathan, I furrow my brows in confusion. "Currently, your husband is meeting up with the Russian mafia for a business deal, knowing that his wife has been kidnapped. See, I guess with you out of the way, there's no longer bad blood between them." His cruel laugh echoes through the room. "When you told him to let you go, he just said fuck it."