Mafia Wife Name Novels & Stories

"Your father's men were working with you?" "Some." She smiled. "I knew to win against these two mafia teams was by having someone from my family in their team. So for the Italian Mafia, I had to send a spy in the name of a maid to the Lazza territory. She got too close to the Lazza wife and she used to put some pills in her drink so she could never bear a child." My eyes widened. "And you were okay with that?" She shrugged. "So, during that time, Lazza's wife opted to adopt a child. What the maid did not know was that it was not all about adoption, it was to send me a message by killing my son and taking my grandchild."

When I was done, I went to the bathroom sink to wash my hands when I saw a woman behind me in the mirror. I gasped and turned around to face her. "Who are you?" I asked her. Scared. She chuckled. "Did I scare you?" I didn't say anything but frowned, looking at her. "My name's Faviola," she replied with a canning smile. "And you must be Gia, Mario's wife," she added. "How do you know that?" I asked. "Let's just say, I know everything and everyone concerning Mario," she replied with a smile.

“And they also have a child named Natalia who is already five years old. Sylus loves his child so much that he sends ten bodyguards to guard her at the kindergarten whenever he’s not around. I nodded my head, “I can’t imagine him being a good father to that child. I mean, he obviously killed a lot of people already. How can he even face his wife and his child without feeling so guilty? Or maybe his wife also knows about what he does aside from sabotaging other successful companies.” “His wife used to be the one managing his company, so he could focus on being a mafia boss. But then one day, while she was on her way home, the plane that she was riding crashed.”

After a few minutes, the waiter returned with our orders, and I found myself drinking more than apple juice. “Sarah?” Vince called out, his voice low, and I lifted my bleary eyes to stare at him, where he pulled my chin up with his fingers. “You can avenge your grandmother. I'm willing to help you do it.” He said, and my gaze wavered. My heart tugged with warmth. In my life, no one had been willing to fight for me or believe in me except my late mother and grandmother. Now that my grandmother is comatose, I had not expected that there would be someone willing to stand by me. And he was none other than my contracted husband. The Mafia lord.

I replied, and our eyes met because he looked at me to see if someone was still recognized me. "Don't leave my side," he reminded me again. "Yes, boss," I answered, but I was a little nervous. The mafia boss sat down, and I stood by his side. And later, a woman came and kissed my ex-husband, and she was carrying two glasses of wine. "The woman looks familiar…" I said to myself and remembered where I had seen the woman's face. "If I'm not mistaken, she is the wife of Senator De Lima!" I added.

I sigh, itching for a real and more accurate update than yesterday's. “In Boniventura, working for Massimo Cerruti's wife.” “Cerruti? The developer?” “Yep. Filthy rich bastard.” Niccolo belches. “Her mom plays tennis with the dude's new wife. Dr. Azur is their daughter's dentist.” “How'd you find out?” I squint at the moon, patiently waiting for more details. We're not friends and I don't trust him more than I should, but what he's saying doesn't sound like utter bullshit.

She knows he sensed her when she entered the door but he continued acting like he didn’t so she walked up to him to stand in front of him replacing the punching bag. “What do you want, princess?” he asked, trying to look down at her. “Ahh, now you know me. Princess? I’m no longer that, Henry. I am now the wife of the man you are serving with your life. I am your mafia’s wife but you dare let me fall in the trap. You handed me the phone knowing it’s my mother in the other line." She approached him until her nose briefly touched him.

The girl he knew as a hater of violence turned herself into a Mafia queen itself. In the past one year he heard a lot about Myra and her involvement with the underworld, but today only he saw the truth through his naked eyes. His wedded wife was standing across the large table. But the distance felt like miles for them. None of them could cross the distance to reach each other’s embrace.

I could relate to it. Sierra tried to explain her side of everything that happened, but I didn’t want her to. After we finally got home, I told her I wasn’t mad, and that was the truth. However, I wished I had found her sooner. In the mafia, your wife was more than a trophy to make you look good. She was living proof of your capabilities as a leader. If your wife looked miserable, your empire would be miserable. If she looked satisfied, you wouldn’t be lacking as a leader. If she was kidnapped under your nose like mine was, your people have every right to question your ability to protect them.

She was about to cross the line from being tipsy to being really fucking wasted. "You're a bad man," she pouted. "How so?" I leaned forward, actually curious about what she had to say. She closed her eyes, humming. "You're in the mafia. You run the mafia. You kill people. You hurt them. You make money off of their suffering." "It's just a job. Nothing personal. And besides, you're a member of the mafia too." She scoffed. "Only because I'm married to you. My family has never engaged me in their..." she scratched her head, trying to find the words, "...activities. "