Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

We were waiting for our food to arrive in the restaurant after our shopping. " Tell me about your husband. You look happy with him. I wanna know the truth. " Mom said, glaring in my eyes. Aunt also put her fork down. Their attention was on me. ' He is a mafia boss. He can treat people the way he wants. You can't stop him, if he wants to treat someone badly, he can do that and he'd. I have seen him in his anger twice or more. That was horrible. ' I wanted to say to her. But I stopped myself.

“Oh, that was a long time ago. I’m here to rebuild our partnership. After the scandal with you and your wife, I thought I’d give you a chance to get back to your famous life.” I stared at him, unimpressed. “Famous life? I left the mafia because my wife asked me to, not because of some scandal. Don’t twist it.” “That’s exactly my point,” he said, leaning forward. “Why should your wife decide what’s best for you?”

Maya’s POV The minute I walked into the dining room, my heart almost stopped beating. There he was- Alexander Williams, the great and mighty. The most feared mafia lord. And most importantly my husband, the same husband that has been avoidi- no, ignoring me like I some sort of stranger or I had a deadly disease. He was seated at the head of the table as always but he looked like he didn’t just own the room, but the entire world.

"You said the same thing last time, but now what? You want to steal my husband, right? I'll give you a special gift, hope you like it." As soon as he finished speaking, Jack's wife pulled a bunch of reporters waiting outside. She gave orders to them. "Take all her lewd pictures, put it in the newspaper tomorrow with the content. This is a whore who steals other people's husbands." As soon as she finished her sentence, Jack knelt down begging his wife. His voice was very pitiful, he said. "The company's stock will drop if this news spreads. You can not do that." Jack's wife felt his request was ridiculous. She pointed at Millianna's face and then looked at her husband. Her voice was a bit sar

“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.