Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

“Everyone at the De Luca house… they ignored me. Completely. Except Fran, but even she couldn’t fix the way my husband and his mother treated me.” Her father’s brow furrowed slightly, though his expression remained calm. “I sensed as much,” he said. “That family has always measured everything by appearances. You should not let it affect you.” She hesitated, then took a breath, her fingers curling around the glass. “There’s more,” she continued. “Gianna Moretti… she’s in Chicago. Adriano is spending a lot of time with her. I… I can’t ignore it. I think they’re—” She paused, searching her father’s face. “I think they’re involved. More than just friendly.”

Arriana says. " My husband is not that clever. All he wants is to be the Godfather. And he does not care who he hurts in the process, and he does not even care about his family that he will leave behind. Stefano is not one of the best people to count on in times of need. He is selfish and only thinks of himself. He does not even care about his children. He made my daughter marry your son just to become the Godfather. Or rather become far more powerful than anyone in the Italian Mafia in America. He did not care if they loved each other or not. For him, it was all about power. Power that he will never have because I think they are dead. I am sure they have become shark bait. Riccardo is not s

I was seconds away from kissing her smart and sassy lips when her husband and brother appeared. Yeah, the memory of that fire did something to my dick every time. However, I also remembered her asshole husband talking about Mia on their wedding night. He’d said something about how much she bled. The fucking kicker was that he made that comment in front of Vincent Luciano, her father, as well as Dario, her brother and now the new capo, and Dante, her other brother. I didn’t have a sister, and I was far from having a daughter, but if I had either one, and anyone spoke that way about her, I’d slit his throat first and demand his respect, second.

I don't want him to get angry anytime soon. He looked at me and furrowed his eyebrows. I gulped down saliva in my throat. "Even when I don't?" he asked. "I-I I don't know... I just know that you... you are my husband and it's my duty" I answered honestly. "I am the darkest person you can ever meet Hailey. I am the most ruthless man of the North Mafia and thus of the biggest Mafia business. I am the one who knows and believes that love is nothing more than a state of mind that in medicals can be called Insanity. I am the last person who anyone can care about" he said.

I said "Oh. It's okay. I am AAarush Rathod. Brother of Ritvik Rathod. And I'm the mafia king. Of India and London " he said I sigh in relief. At least he was convinced. Wait what he said? He is a mafia! He is the mafia king! My husband is a mafia! What did I do to have a fate like this? God, why do you hate me so much? "Now now... Let me taste my delicious wifey," saying this. He brought me back to reality,

Other nights, like tonight, he turned to me and fuck me hard, like he was taking out all that rage on my body and punishing me, even though I hadn’t done shit to cause it. Don’t get me wrong. I loved my husband. Vakrez was good to me most days, very protective and gave me everything. But being married to a mafia guy? It was tough and scary sometimes. The mood swings, the secrets and the way he’d come home smelling like smoke and blood.

I took a walk along the garden for a little while enjoying the serenity of the afternoon breeze hitting my face as I took in the surrounding scent. I was now the wife to the Italian Mafia family who were known as the De Luan. Mason was in charge of his family's companies and businesses all around the country as well as his Mafia's family dealings and underground businesses. I did dream of becoming a wife to the Mafia world not to Mason but Christian but right now I believed he wasn't meant to be in my destiny. One whole year had passed and my life didn't seem to change one bit. My husband Mason was always indifferent with me and wasn't interested in our sham of a marriage like me but I did w

I won't be consumed by jealousy then. "Do you even know what your so called husband did? Do you know what he is trying to do! Your dad didn't tell you but he has ties to the mafia! That's why our company has survived for so long and has been growing for so long! Your so called husband wants to take that away! Are you sure that you want him to do that? You are just going to sit back and watch that happen?" Houston asked Fiona.

“That’s why you don’t have so much worry. Julia wouldn’t allow him to harm you.” “Yes. Although I didn’t know that until after I confronted him.” I look dumbfounded at my wife. She confronted a man connected to the Italian mafia in a public courthouse? This wasn’t the Claire I’d come to know nor have been married to for over five years. “Okay. Let’s get you back to the boys before I have a stroke.” I lead my wife upstairs gently and hold a hand out to Elena as we pass. I needed time to process and my boys needed their mother.

A few days later... Marie walked into her mansion feeling uncertain after parking her car in the garage. Her memories of what happened a few days ago at her extended family's house still felt like yesterday. It was hard for her to accept the fact that all this time, her husband had been hiding the fact about his identity as the head of the mafia. Also, the fact that her husband decided to kill all of her extended family, leaving only her father, Uncle Charles, and Cecilia.