Mafia Wife Name Novels & Stories

One after another, names and titles unfolded like a list of credentials. “I am Giulia,” said a woman with sleek black hair and diamonds at her throat. “My husband is Capo DeLuca. He controls the northern routes.” Another spoke, her accent clipped, her smile practiced. “Teresa. Wife to Bellini, the consigliere.” Rose listened carefully, filing the names away. Each woman seemed to measure herself by the power of the man she represented. Then the brunette in emerald silk leaned in, her posture elegant, her smile perfectly rehearsed. “Caterina,” she said, her English was clear and deliberate, “Luca’s wife.”

"Who's really famiglia here? An outsider gets treated better than your banker, your shield, the one who actually owns the safe house you’re flying into?" My voice dropped to a cutting whisper that silenced the room. "One would think Chiara was your Don’s wife." The penthouse elevator chimed then. Gina rushed to greet Chiara, who swept in wearing a couture dress that cost more than Dante’s last weapons shipment. "Chiara! God, I’ve missed you! Come in!" Gina took Chiara’s oversized Fendi luggage. "If only you hadn’t left for Milan after the engagement fell through—you’d be my sister for real!"

He rose to his feet. And I stepped back, instinct kicking in. He cocked his head slightly as he studied me, brown flames dancing across the surface of his eyes. “As husband and wife, our bond is sacred. Our loyalty is unbreakable, our trust is undoubtable.” He took another step toward me. “When you call me, I will answer—always. We’re partners. We’re accomplices. We’re family.” He backed me up farther. “Don’t you pull that shit ever again.” When my back hit the stone wall and there was nowhere for me to go, he pressed his face closer to mine. “When you see my name on the screen, you don’t fucking hesitate. You take that call like it’s life and death. Disrespect me like that again, and this w

I leaned closer, looking around to see if anyone was spying on us. “His name is Damien Torres.” He smiled. Slow. Dangerous. “Doesn’t sound so tough.” “Shhh!” I pressed my finger to his lips. “Don’t say that. He’s terrible. Mean. His nickname is the Brooklyn Devil. They say he’ll cut off your finger just for looking at him wrong.”His jaw tightened as I said that, was he scared?, would he back off from the fight? “And do you believe those rumors?” I sighed, pressing my head against his chest, his scent dizzying me more than the alcohol. “No… but I don’t know him. And I’m supposed to marry him. So… the rumors are all I have.”

Alex smiled again, “Get my wife another card. Clearly she’s maxed the first one out.” Jillian Bedlam, Ramona Gianni and Emilia Cortez. The three wives of the prominent mafia bosses, with the exception of Cortez who wasn’t part of the union all sipped on their jasmine tea. Elegance, poise and grace clearly shown in these three women as they waited patiently for the latest addition to their clique. “She’s late.” Jillian commented bitterly with a scowl on her face, “Who does she think she is?” “Patience Jill.” Emilia chuckled softly as she bit into one of the crumpets on her saucer, “I’m pretty sure it’s traffic. You know these younglings and their incompetence when it comes to being punctual,

She laughed, I could feel her husband staring down at her like she was the sun itself and no other stars could exist where she shined. “I've been looking forward to meeting you." She said happily. I stared on in worry. I've never seen any soul born and raised in the Mafia world look so happy and pure. It was unnerving. Almost like Rino could feel it, he pulled me closer into him. I watched as her husband's hooded gaze followed Rino's movement and then he whispered something into his wife's ears and she blinked before nodding softly. She looked like she was holding back from pulling me into another hug.

My lips formed a circle, while the woman patiently attended to my curiosity, "What's your name?" "Edwina, Czarina." "Czarina, I know for a fact that it's not my name. Alas, called me that too, last night, and you'd been addressing me that since you first stepped into the master's. What does that mean?" "It simply means the wife of the Czar. The Czar is what we call the ruling head of the rune's society. Czar meant emperor too, so Czarina means empress." "Holy hell," I blobbed out, "I went from being a fly of the society that my mother sold in an auction to a freaking empress of a mafia group?!" I maffled before I tossed my eyes back to Edwina and collected myself.

And it was too late for her to run away because she was caught before the chase could even begin. A bitter chuckle escaped her lips as she weakly held onto the table, her knees weakening as the realization finally sank in. Shan Moretti... is a Mafia.

] ‘Lei è la moglie del Bratva Pakhan è stata una buona occasione da perdere ed è così fottutamente caldo, vincere, vincere fratellino e non sei stato informato perché non sei mafia non ti riguardava’ [She’s the wife of the Bratva Pakhan it was to good an opportunity to miss and she is so fucking hot, win, win little brother and you were not informed because you are not Mafia it did not concern you] He sneered as he walked towards Alessandro who lowered his eyes, ‘Avresti dovuto avvertirmi’ [You should have warned me] He said quietly unable to look his brother in the eye as Luca stepped from the shadows, ‘Thank you, Alessandro’ He said cocking the safety off his gun and pointing it at Frances

I raise my voice slightly while he trembles. "It's a Mafia case! Your specialty." He snaps back earning a scrowl from me. "Even though..." I trail off running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. I can't even get some rest?! I needed a fucking vacation! "I'm sure you'd like this case. It involves the famous Mafia Queen." He pressed on and my ears perk up at the sentence. "You mean Arianna?" "Yes." Arianna Romano. The deadliest and the most terrifying woman in the whole of America. She's so mysterious no one has ever seen her face. Be it covering up with a veil or wearing a mask, she makes sure her identity is hidden whenever she's out killing people.