Mafia Husbands Novels & Stories

I stole glances at my ‘husband’, who was now focused on the laptop, working. Asides being a ruthless Capo del Capi and the ladies man, my husband was also a business tycoon. A jack of all trades if you ask me. Thanks to Marcella, I found out all I needed to know about him and the companies he owned. He was stinky rich. Scratch that, he was wealthy! The only one who comes close to him in his cycle was Zakai, then Cesare. A wealthy stay-at-home mafia wife. I kinda like the sound of it.

"I got married and I didn't tell them... Then my husband got murdered and my second husband turned out to be the one who killed my ex husband... And I am carrying superfecundation babies..." She mocked. "And it doesn't stop there, My husband is the most dangerous mafia lord in the country. Now you tell me how to explain this to them?" Mikhail chuckled. "Interesting, we should make a movie on your life." She was on the verge of crying. "I am serious, Mikhail... I am scared!" He got up and grabbed her hand to make her sit down on the bed. "I don't think you owe them any explanation. They never cared about you." She looked at him sadly.

“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.”

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.

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.

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 was locked and cuffed. Great. I couldn’t believe my life; I went from living with an abusive father to having a brute for a husband. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ “You think I’m dangerous? Wait until you see what I do for love.” ~Il Don Dante.

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

"I didn't tell you all of this so you would feel sorry for her. I wanted to open your eyes to the fact that Dante Luciano is a lunatic. "His repentance and revenge are meaningless. The damage has been done. Your Padre won't come back to life, and your wounds won't disappear." "I know," I muttered. "No, you don't," Uncle Marco retorted, shaking his head. "You grew up with him, and you still think of him as the young boy who will bandage your wounds when you're injured. That boy died a long time ago, Lina. "The man you're up against is the Don of a mafia family. His hands are steeped in blood, and he's stubborn to a fault."

an old ally tells me one evening. We’re at a gathering meant to smooth things over with one of the smaller families on the edge of the city. I’ve spent most of the night listening to men talk about business, territory, and problems they expect me to solve. The man’s words catch me off guard. “A marriage that actually works. A house that doesn’t run on fear.” He gives me a small smile. “I used to think you’d gone soft, Moretti. I don’t think that anymore. I think you just got smarter than the rest of us.”