Mafias Kidnapped Wife Novels & Stories

Orange light devoured three years of my life. I screamed and tried to rush forward, but Luca caught me and pinned me against his chest. "Be good for me. When the time is right, I'll give our child the Moretti name. I'll bring you back to the main house. We'll have everything we had before, only better." No, Luca. I was the only daughter of the Chairman of the High Mafia Commission. I was the sole heir of the Castellano family. I could never be your woman in the dark.

Tall, broad-shouldered, with silver-streaked black hair and cold, calculating eyes. “Elena,” he said, voice deep and authoritative. “You’re finally home. Where you belong.” She yanked violently against the guards’ grip. “Home? You kidnapped me! Your own daughter! You had me drugged and taken like some common hostage!” Antonio waved a dismissive hand. The two men released her and left the room, closing the heavy door behind them. The Father and daughter duo were now alone. “I saved you,” Antonio replied calmly. “That savage Moretti stole you from your wedding. From your sacred duty to this family. I made an alliance with Vincenzo Rossi to bring you back where you belong.”

“I am worried for you. Your life will be much more different from before, Leigh. Really different. And I am still working on how not to leak your information here. The mafias are still looking for you and the organization is in a wreck because of how powerful those motherfuckers are. The ruthless mafia lord… that fucking bastard was destroying every organization just to find you, Leigh.” I cursed. That ruthless mafia. That fucking man! What happened to me and that person was just an accident. We were both intoxicated with alcohol and both of us weren’t aware of what we were doing. We were both controlled by the heat of our bodies and needed someone to help us release our heat. It was just a

I already got him angry enough that he wrapped his hand around my neck, lifting me effortlessly from the ground. I thrashed under his grasp, little strangled noises coming from my mouth. I was at his mercy and I couldn't do anything about it. Maybe this was the day I'd die! “Luca,” Carlos called and the man I kneeled over at the club straightened, walking towards us. “Their names are Iris Paige and Elizabeth Rodriguez.” I shuddered in disgust when the man I now know to be Luca, twirled a strand of my hair with his finger.

The sound of a key turning several times was heard, and finally a woman with a raised chin and a sharp gaze approached Kanaya. "Miranda? So, you're the one who told that man to kidnap me?" Kanaya stood up, her face filled with disbelief. "Not only will you be kidnapped, you whore. You will be abused and then killed, and I will feed your corpse to hungry lions. That way, you'll be completely erased from Lucas's life and this world." Miranda's lips curled to the side. Her hands were folded arrogantly. "My husband won't forgive you if anything happens to me. He'll find me, Miranda." Her stern and cold face showed no fear of her opponent's threats.

Him and their nanny, Jade, were the only two people who had ever truly cared for them. The true mafia princess of the Valli empire was June Valli—their fated, promised wife. But when they were only nine years old, news broke that June had been brutally kidnapped. The entire Russian and Italian criminal underworld had been thrown into a state of absolute despair over the loss of the true Valli heir.

"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."

“It'll go. I think you are just stressed. Which brings me back to my question?” I put the spoon down. “Will you tell me what happened to your son's?” She chew her lips for a while. “Okay.” “I got kidnapped by them in my wedding day. They shot my husband.” Her eyes widened in alarm. “What did you say?” “Exactly what you think you heard.” I stare at her. “Then they killed my brother while he was trying to rescue me and the only reason I'm alive now is because of the tattoo they put on me when I was sixteen.”

Armand raised his brow, “Nice to see you too, cousin. How have you been, Papi? Has Uncle updated you on the recent developments?” Everyone took their places around the table. The warm family reunion was brief, and now it was all business. “Yes ... yes ... no need to be alarmed, I have men out on the streets to restore order, our Capos are doing a great job, we have recruits too to let them know that we are still the most trusted family that can keep them safe,” Massimo said. “And The Messina? Do we know who did it?” “No ... my bet is on the Veronese ... they’ve been eyeing my business for some time now, and I hear they’re making deals with the Russians trying to take over my market,” Matteo

He shouted. I ran with them, not knowing what we were running from. “What the hell is happening?." I asked. When we got outside and I saw Shawn's car coming, finally all pieces fell into place. Shawn had kidnapped me from Loretta's house and Loretta was rich, maybe she reached out to the men for help, but why did they come all the way to Italy for the very insignificant me. “Where are you taking my wife?." Shawn's voice thundered as he ran towards us.