Mafia Kings Innocent Bride Novels & Stories

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf

Everyone laughed, including her, despite her melancholy when Dominic lost his patience and went to retrieve his bride halfway through the march. The bride and the groom whispered intimately until they reached the officiating priest. "You may start now, Father." The Mafia King growled. Their guests chuckled. Impatient prick! Dinara thought. But her lips were curved in a sweet smile. "Dearly beloved," the priest cleared his throat. "We are gathered here today..." "Stop! Fucking stop!" Silence. Then murmurs of disbelief filled the air. Who was idiot enough to get in her brother's way? Who indeed.

Remember why you’re doing this. Nikolay looked at me from beside his father. His icy blue eyes met my green ones, both our eyes cold as ice toward one another. Both of us hating the day we were suddenly destined as one another’s partner. “Kiara, my baby girl” mum smiled approaching me. She opened her hands for me and hugged me tightly. Her eyes looking proud as she looked at her daughter who was now a bride to one of the most powerful mafia bosses, the future Mrs. Ivanov. The savior of this family. She appreciated what I was doing, at least that was what she showed

I moved to yank the duct tape from his mouth to hear Sandreo scream, but my cousin, Rio, entered the torture chamber and interrupted me. "Bro," Rio called out. "Viana will be here in a minute." I chuckled in response. Viana Nivekle was the only woman I loved to see angry. She was the only daughter of the Nivekles, who were remarkably close friends of my parents. They ran the Mafia Blemish, and Viana was the leader, also known as 'Lady Leader' or 'LL' in short. Viana and I basically grew up together, but our bonding was anything but friendly.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Uhm Lucian" I said, instead he held his fingers up, signalling me to jt shut, I obeyed not because I wanted to but I just made a promise " Mom and dad got married, she was the first mafia wife, and Dad loved her so much, growing as a child and an heir, I was never treated as one, but one day a war broke out, between my family and and another after dad killed the only daughter of the most feared leader of the local mafia.

My voice trembles with emotion, and I feel broken and hopeless. Nikolai’s response only angers me further. “I think they do. You are very important. You are an 18-year-old New York mafia princess and a virgin, well, supposed virgin, who is supposed to marry one of the Outfit’s bosses – Mario Alfonso, in an arranged marriage to keep the peace between the Outfit and New York. The Outfit wouldn’t have arranged a marriage if you weren’t important. A young bride’s virginity is paramount to the groom in an arranged marriage. What better way to take revenge on Mario Alfonso than to take his young bride’s virginity?” he says, and I spin around to face him, my fists clenched at my sides.

He held out his arm and I hooked mine around it before we walked to the altar where the priest was waiting for us. A mafia boss getting married in a church. How ironic. People don't even have respect for sanctuaries these days. The organist stopped playing and silence filled the whole church. I still don't know how this many people came; I didn't even get to see my own wedding invitation card. "We have come here to witness the joining of Rosaline and Alexei in the presence of the Lord today," the priest started. He was Russian. I could tell by his accent. I took a sneaky glance at by husband-to-be to see that he was obviously not interested in this.

Lilian went to her mother and asked, "Mom, that person is the cruellest mafia king, right? If I am not wrong, he should be. Evano Lonardo…" "Yeah, you are right, my dear. He is Evano Lonardo, the master of the Lonardo family. He is the only one who can save us from the mess we created,", Mrs. Monica Wilson said while taking a sip from her tea cup. Lilian felt like her soul would leave her body at any time. How did their family get involved with a mafia family like the Lonerdo family? She was surprised at the fact that the man who brought her is the cruellest in the world. She doesn't even know how many people were killed by that man.

"As you can see, this is a special occasion. I called all of you here today, to announce that I, Your Pakhan, have taken a wife. You all have a Bratva Queen now. Many of you already know her but for those who don't, she is the daughter of Velenoso.” No one said a thing but glances were shared. Every single man present there was shocked at the news except for the five Brigadiers who already knew that. Their shocks couldn't be described in words, Daughter of Velenoso. An Italian Bride for the Bratva King! The words astounded everyone there. Aleksandr gave them a moment to digest the news while Aria eyed the people with sharp eyes. She was watching their reaction with hawk eyes. "But it didn't