Mafia Wife Novels & Stories

she said with worries. "I have considered it as well. Our mafia group is not any street gang, dear. We rule the underground world. No one would dare to take a powerful Mafia's wife away just like that, in case you got revealed. I will give Kennard my position so he will have more powerful authority." he relieved her. Madeline listen carefully to his every word but still, her fear for Kennard was stopping her from accepting his idea. He took a moment and again spoke gazing at her lost figure.

If she was his woman, whatever she decided to do with her life, whether she wanted kids or not, where she wanted to go, what she wanted to do, he would support her. Having the child wasn’t the only worries she had at the moment, though. Victoria was not that used to the role of a mafia’s leader wife because she would often have visitors in her house who she didn’t recognize, but could tell were dangerous people. Most of them were Ian’s guests and business associates. When she was married to Wilfred, sure, they would have a few guests here and there but it was mostly friends and not his business associates. Wilfred had a better way of separating business from personal life. But with the mafia

I couldn’t imagine seeing the old man marrying again, but then again being in his early fifties wasn’t considered old, and in his state, he was in good shape, a strong leader, and a smart business man, no matter what the cause was. “Nikita” she nodded at Kiara, her brown eyes meeting my wife’s green ones both of them smiling coldly at one another, I hated to admit it, but my wife was just as ruthless as the two were when she wanted to be. I had seen her fight once. The girl killed more men that day alone than any girl I’ve ever seen in less than fifteen minutes just to get her father out of some trouble he put himself into. She didn’t care for money either, no matter what the price was or wh

“He’s ruthless, lethal and really, really powerful. When he came into the hideout where the kidnappers had taken Ethan and I to, they had instantly dropped to their knees, that’s how much he’s feared by people.” My skin crawled as I listened to my parents talk about how dangerous the person I was going married off to was, as the hair stylist did my hair up in my bedroom. I was already dressed up in my wedding dress, and my makeup had already been done to perfection by professionals. “He’s the most powerful mafia Don ever to walk the earth. Every other mafia here in Italy knows he has the final say.” Dad continued and I felt fear clog my throat once again. “And you’re getting me married off t

Vivian politely made way for then to come in. "I'm Janice and this is my husband Gregory." "Vivian, pleasure to meet you." She shook hands with both of them. As Vivian led them in to take their seats, she couldn't help but notice the woman's incredibly nice figure. But it wasn't unexpected, such a fierce woman would indeed have a body to go with it, she had heard from Camilla that the woman was no ordinary wife behind her husband, but a fierce mafia woman who had dominated the southern territory of the underworld, though Vivian wasn't very certain about how the people in the underworld ran their things, she was sure that meant the woman was a big deal.

I ordered Nina to bring Anaya breakfast in bed while massaging her head until she fell asleep. I smiled as I saw how adorable she was as she slept. In the last few days, I've discovered how badass my wife is. She kept the Mafia under control and our business functioning smoothly during the time I was abducted. She worked tirelessly for us without any complaints. It was admirable that she tracked me down, took charge of the mob, looked after my sister, and established herself as the leader. I am so damn grateful that Anaya is my wife.

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 "

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.

threatened Diego. Vellina just scoffed for a while before finally she ended that phone call without the other side’s approval. She threw that phone to her car’s backseat because she wanted to ignore the incoming phone call, which she knew would be heard a little while later. Vellina was well aware of her husband’s characteristic. He wouldn’t want to lose an argument. Since the beginning, their marriage wasn’t something she wanted. Diego was one of many subordinates of her father, the leader of a mafia clan in Naples.

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.