Mafia Wife Novels & Stories

he said and I hit him "Rodriguez? who the fuck is Rodriguez?" The Witch asked "Oh Mrs Luna Rodriguez she remarried," he said making me hit him more "What?" She asked "Yeah she married Matteo Rodriguez richest mafia king alive," Jack said "Mafia!" The witch yelled and Jack hung up "Idiot why? I'm not married to that bastard," I said "Stop hitting me woman," he said and we started laughing When Rosy came back we spend the day having fun. After dinner, I tucked Rosy in and let her sleep.

A few minutes after we got to the venue the wife came in and the marriage ceremony started. While the priest was talking, Amelia moved close to me and said “ Does she know she’s getting married to a dangerous person and marrying into one of the strongest mafia families in the world?” I wasn't shocked at her question, her smart mouth gets her into trouble. I looked at her angrily and said “Of course, her parents are in the mafia too and she is not a weak woman like you,” I know she isn't a weak woman but I wanted to piss her off, which I successfully did. “ Well, I think she made a good choice. Your brother didn’t deceive her, he is a better human than you “ she replied.

She lays on her back, staring at the ceiling. Mom…James…Her mind is replaying the events of the past few years. Only yesterday, she was in jail, awaiting release. Yesterday, she was under the illusion of reuniting with her mother and living a free life. She was in her small, dready jail with the inmates, smelly and stinky. Her back was sore from lying on the hard floor. Now, she’s the wife of the country’s most ruthless mafia. She’s living in a mansion, lying on a soft bed, and smelling of roses. Her freedom is here.

We have to keep her completely innocent because we will mostly likely need her services after this. The Davi estate is now a real fortress with land mines all over the ground, the impenetrable walls are up, thousands of armed drones are all over and we have a full view of everything happening outside. This is the most impressive operation I have ever witnessed. It’s clear to everyone who is in charge. My drop-dead gorgeous wife is the ultimate mafia queen. We all gladly accept and submit to her authority, because quite frankly, we are out of our depth here.

She clenched her hands as a lone tear escaped her eye. “I will not allow myself to be a puppet of your game, Shan Moretti,” she uttered, her voice filled with utter hate and pain while her eyes were fixated on the man sleeping comfortably on the bed. Her very own husband. “May you suffer the same way the lives you've ruined.” Just like that, Feliza left, leaving behind her renowned cruel of a husband—oblivious of the danger she created herself. After all, Shan is a possessive man... And Feliza Gray-Moretti just happened to be his`.

It is possible that the last few words of the oath that men had to swear when they were initiated into the mafia might have just as easily been the last words of my wedding vow: "I enter alive, and I will have to get out dead." I should have fled while I still had the opportunity to do so. It was impossible to get away now, as hundreds of faces belonging to the Chicago and New York Familias gazed back at us. Divorce was not an option. In our world, the only acceptable way for a marriage to come to an end was through death. In the event that I was still able to evade Damon's vigilant eyes and those of his minions, the fact that I violated our agreement would result in war. There is nothing my

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.

“Oh, that was a long time ago. I’m here to rebuild our partnership. After the scandal with you and your wife, I thought I’d give you a chance to get back to your famous life.” I stared at him, unimpressed. “Famous life? I left the mafia because my wife asked me to, not because of some scandal. Don’t twist it.” “That’s exactly my point,” he said, leaning forward. “Why should your wife decide what’s best for you?”

So, here we are at the rehearsal dinner celebrating the marriage and alliance on the roof top of the casino. Toni is currently mingling with our guests as her mom guides her. Being a mafia wife isn’t easy, but being a mafia wife to the head leader is an entire role in itself. Being my wife is like being a politicians wife or any high figure you can think of. Toni will have to maintiane a certain role as my wife. Violetta knows all about what it’s liek to be a mafia wife as she is technically with two mafia leaders. I know Violetta and Toni have a good relationship and Toni certainly looks at her m

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.