Mafia Wife Name Novels & Stories

Harshly, but royally he pulled out the chair for himself to sit as Danica gently pulled her, with her shaky hands. She was strictly ordered to sit beside him and act like his wife since they were married tor almost 9 months. The maids quickly served them the dinner as Zeke and Danica started eating. The maids stood aside shaking, everyone feared Zeke. Of course why shouldn't they? Zeke is a mafia boss. Being cruel, heartless, brutal and rough was what he was taught to. Everyone had to think multiple times before doing anything because they knew, one wrong step and they're gone.

She sat down on my bed and I let out a little laugh "I know. I've just not had the chance to talk to my parents or anyone and since I'm not allowed to leave seeing them wasn't an option. Julius said I was in some kind of danger" I rolled my eyes and I heard her laugh. i just stared at her. "I'm sorry Vera. You married into a mafia family and now ur the wife of the now mafia don meaning your life would be in constant danger" I had my suspicions there were in the mafia ever since the day dad told me they could ruin him. The luxurious mansion added to my suspicions but she just confirmed it. "It's okay mother. It's all worth it "

Then, she walked towards the estate that surrounded the building. Hazel took a leisurely morning stroll, unafraid of the criminals who could attack her at any time, because the building and the vast forest surrounding it were the fiefdom of a mafia family. Not a single crime occurred here because of the great influence of the family name. It was also because there was a high fence surrounding each end of the forest. Hazel usually took a leisurely stroll from the kitchen exit to the entrance gate through these woods.

I teased him making him roll his eyes playfully, as I tried closing and reopening the Uber app, hoping for some luck. “Then why aren't you creeped out? You seem very relaxed,” he pointed out, one hand in his pocket and the other holding all of my files. "I'm a mob wife. What do you expect?" I asked with a frustrated huff as the app started hanging again. "Alright, you can drop me home," I conceded, giving up as he gestured toward his Lamborghini. "Wow, you are rich... rich. What’s your last name?" "Smith," he replied with a smile, and I rolled my eyes once more. "And what’s your actual last name? Not the one you give gullible women," I pressed, hesitating to get into the car.

If the wall hadn’t been behind him, he might have collapsed completely. “No! It’s not over!” Pierce roared, eyes wild with obsession. “You are my wife, Serena Hale, the most esteemed lady of the whole mafia, the entire Kingsburg, for this life and no other! I will never let you go!” “Wife?” I nearly laughed, a bitter, hollow sound that turned into a violent cough, ripping through my chest. “My wife? The one you personally ordered to be beaten in prison until she lost our child? Pierce, don’t you find the irony unbearable?”

Because if he was here we might have killed each other. While talking to Mr. Cosmian a man holding a long gun approached him. "Cronus, Athena is here." I wondered why the man called him Cronus. And who is Athena? Mr. Cosmian just nodded and faced me. "I know a lot of worms are asking your brain why the man called me Cronus. Our family is a mafia. And you will be a mafia too. Cronus is my Codename so they don't know my real name. Athena is my wife. Her real name is Youeia." I just nodded at what he said because I had nothing to say. Their family is a Mafia. And I'm one of it.

“I see. This might be a simpler task than I thought. The mafia boss's daughter and her husband are due to arrive in the evening. Track their activities with no interference; I need to know who they talk to.” “Will do. How do I identify them?” “Her name is Shauna.”

My mind raced and as usual, I forced myself to say something smart to infuriate him more but my gut feeling wouldn’t let me. He was right. I’d decided to leave the mafia but knew it was no small task. I knew I was ready to risk it all and had to be smart about the decisions I was to make. “I’m not marrying a woman from the Orlova family,” I finally said. My father walked over to the other side of the room, filled two cups with whisky, then walked back, dropping one in front of me.

I assure her, and she nods, closing her eyes in obedience to my order to get some sleep. She calls my father Papa, that's what she calls her own Dad too, her name is Melinda, she is a Mafia heiress, from the Gusto familia, she has a brother, Lorenzo, he is working with her father, that's why her presence isn't really needed in the family. I cover her properly and step out of bed when my phone rings. I quickly reduce the volume before it interrupts her sleep, I enter the toilet and accept the call.

She says with the quirk of her perfectly arched brow. She takes a step towards me. I take one back. “I-I’ll clean this up!” I stutter out just as my back collides with the wall and she steps towards me again with a grin that holds a promise of pain and suffering. “Meera Florence.” She chimes, “the heiress to the biggest mafia empire in the entirety of Europe. Now pushed down to rags.” She says looking me up and down and giving me a feigned look of pity. “Who would have thought?” She wonders out loud, looking up at the intricately carved ceiling for a moment.