Novel & Cerita Mafia Husband

He sealed off the entire stretch of sea and called in over a hundred ships to search the waters endlessly. Tony stayed by the water the whole time, refusing to eat, drink, or sleep. Within days, he became unrecognizable. He looked like a madman, with his beard unshaven and his eyes sunken. The media turned the tragedy into a frenzy. [Wife of the Gambinos’ Heir Jumps to Her Death!] [Grand Wedding Becomes Grand Funeral!] [Mafia Heir’s Love Story Ends in Tragedy: Why Did His Beloved Wife Took Her Life?]

"I'm itching to find out who that mafia boss is and bring him down," I whispered. "Don't get too excited. This mafia is big, most of the big companies here in Manila and other places are connected to them. This mafia is not easy so if you want to kill him, you just have to be tronger and not making weaknesses," he said and looked at our house. Is he saying Warren is my weakness? "What do you mean?" I asked him irritated. "I'm saying, I don't like him for you. I have a bad feeling about him," he said.

I said making my voice sound tough. " Good girl." He said and after then there was silence. I heard the door shut and I knew that they had left. I crawled onto my bed and cried. *** Robert's POV. We drove into the Martinez family house, there were security guards at every corner. Rico, who used to work as a right hand gun man for the Martinez family had given us a glimpse of what their record looked like. They ran the most dangerous mafia group in this side of the country. They had lots of enemies that was the reason they had so much security.

It’s unsettling, and my curiosity threatens to drag me down the wrong rabbit hole, but I force myself back to what matters. Hours later, I’ve narrowed it down to two possible ways to get away from my mafia husband. The first: the police. If I run to them, they’ll smuggle me out of the country to safety. I don’t want to get Aleksei in trouble, but unless I take that drastic step, there’s no way out.

Of course, to a greater or lesser extent, everyone in Lovecraft County was involved with the mafia and even more so, involved with debts they could not pay. His wife was Italian, the daughter of one of the mafia bosses, but who got involved with a former right-hand man of a Russian mafia lord. Together, they had 6 children, the oldest was 18 years old, but she was the one who took care of the younger ones and advised her mother to divorce her violent and alcoholic father. However, one fine day, in the middle of a party, he should have been involved, but there was a meeting, which he missed because he was gambling and drinking, in addition to using the physical attractions of the girls in the

"That depends on you, my dear. Because if you refuse, I will consider the debt unsettled. I will be forced to retaliate against your family. Is that what you want?" "You won't hurt my sisters." A dark brown eyebrow raised. "No?" We stared at each other, and I tried to see inside his head, to figure out if he was bluffing. I couldn't tell. The man was good at hiding his thoughts. But even if he promised not to hurt Emma and Gia, he might kill my father. "What does your wife think of you kidnapping a woman to marry your son?" "My wife died many years ago." A lump formed in my stomach. Had he killed her? Or was she killed by a rival family? The mafia was violent and cruel, and that's why my mot

Devin said, Isabel fumed hearing him. "Shut up. He is not a killer! You are lying!" she yelled angrily into the phone. "You are saying this after watching the video!" He said, "I know it's shocking for you to see your husband killing your father. You can believe whatever you want but you can't change the truth. Your husband is not a businessman but a mafia don, Miss Ruiz. He is Capo Dei Capi of ‘Le aquile’ The Bonkers!"

“Like I said. If your husband didn’t tell you to go down, then maybe they have doctors treating him, and besides, you said it yourself, he’s a Siciliano.” “You didn’t ask why they brought him here, considering he was airlifted from the boat.” She shrugged and pursed her lips. “He’s a mafia. I suppose they have a secret sick bay or something downstairs with a stash of medicines. Or maybe the mafia has medical doctors, too.” The door to the living room swung open. My husband walked in. His features were soft, not even stressed, which was maybe a good sign. “Hey, princess.” He came to me to kiss my forehead. Then took a bottle of water from Quinton and drank it empty.

A smile formed on his lips. “Surprise... it didn’t hurt,” he grinned. Onora’s eyes widened. She tried to run, but he caught her, spun her around, and slammed her against the wall. His grip locked tightly around her wrists, pinning her there. She whimpered. “You punched me, and you must pay.” Pay? “Your husband didn’t tell you? Mafia don’t do free. You can’t punch me for free,” he smirked. Mafia. Her husband was a mafia. She had read many stories about them—dangerous men who manipulated others to get what they wanted.

I had already begun to notice the way people and things moved around him. “No…” I repeated, but this time, my words sounded weaker and far more uncertain, Uncertain. Cassian watched it happen and smiled as he saw my doubt take root. “Everything you see,” he gestured around us, “everything Sylas and my family has, it all comes from this.” I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t even think. “The truth is,” Cassian smirked as he took a step towards me, “Your husband, Sylas Gold is a Mafia boss.”