Married To A Gangster Novels & Stories

I had been such a fool to not listen to you. Coming beside me she leaned down and ran the tip of the gun across my face. "Well, you see, after my break-up with Hunty I married that scumbag Christian. We were going good until we both got tired of each other. I wanted my baby Hunty back." Everytime she referred to Hunter as hers, I felt the urge to smash her two faces into four, but since I was the one at the receiving end of a gun I kept my mouth shut, and also because I didn't quite have a free hand to practice punching right then.

I thought of it that she was still young that I should go and make some money and come back for her, I went to another city, join a gangsta's group, made lots of money from being a gangsta after a year, I invested my money and became a billionaire. After finding out she was married , I thought I could take my mind off her but I couldn't instead the feeling kept growing. I had to go search for her stepmom who gave me a tip of what to do. She said , I should kidnap her and force her to marry me which I didn't want to do because I felt she could be hurt in the process but I think she is leaving me no choice right now than to kidnap her from her husband. I have done everything for her from getti

"I need to fix this business or else--" "Everything will turn into chaos. I know, Enrico. You may go. I'll just inform you later." She doesn't look at him in the eyes. Marcella goes inside the car and leaves disappointed. She can't believe that he will choose the business over this special day for her. 'It's always the Mafia over everything, over me.' She should have used to it otherwise she won't survive from this family of her beloved. "Go with her. Keep my wife safe." He commands his men and heavily sighs before going inside his car.

I certainly didn't want to live with them acting like a married couple. “It's been four years Antonio. Four good years,” I muttered, tears flowing non-stop. I couldn't believe he was throwing all that away. What was I expecting getting married to a Mafia boss? I knew deep down that something bad was going to happen. But not this way. Not this manner. Not this marriage! Antonio and I had been married for four years. I needed someone to invest in my business so I made a deal with him. We fell in love. I fell in love.

She replied and he nodded. “Do you want to talk about it though?” He asked and she sighed. “There is really nothing to talk about. I got married to a stranger because of five million dollars. With time I found out he is the most difficult person to be with and I still decided to be with him after all that.” She said and shrugged. “Alex is crazy though. He went on a business trip in Los Angeles then came back a week later with a wife.” “Really? He was on a business trip?”

He said. "It's nothing." "Guess, I should go then. My work here is done." I turned to take my leave. "I'm sorry." He said and I halted. I turned back to him, and asked, "What for?" "Forcing this marriage on you." "Tell me, why did you?" He stood up from his office chair, "Actually, I got married to you as I had an ultimatum." "Ultimatum? What are you talking about?" "To be a Mafia lord, one needs to have a wife. It's the final requirement. I was faced with an ultimatum and you were the only one I could get married to at that time."

He corrected,glaring harshly at me. “What do you know about marriage?” "Oh, please,I saw you storm out yesterday. Go apologize to your wife,you can be so annoying,you know.” He said, clicking his tongue and reaching into his pocket to take out a cigarette packet and lighter. I stared at Gavin as my thoughts wandered. I might not like him, but he had a point. I was hiding something as dangerous and big as the da Coastia Mafia from her. I knew she was being suspicious and wanted to clear off her suspicion. That's why I made Marcella and Marcus engaged last night. They had to get married before the end of the month; that was the only way they could be under the protection of the Mafia. Family w

No entering his office, no bringing in guests, and no access to the east wing. Rule #7 stood out in bold: Do not enter the locked room at the end of the hall. And Rule #8: If you do, you will not like what you find. "I didn’t fall in love with my husband. I fell into his trap... at first."– Married to My Stalker

The man I loathed. I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind spinning. This couldn't be happening. I'd escaped this world once—the arranged marriages, the business alliances sealed with blood and family ties. I'd built a life away from all of it, only to be dragged back in the most permanent way possible: marriage. Was this all I amounted to? A toy for bargain? A knock at the door pulled me from my spiraling thoughts. "Go away," I called, not caring how brittle my voice sounded.

I look at her over my shoulder and smile gently at her. “You got me. I don’t need you worrying about this. Ignore what grandpa says. You know how he is. Always making mountains.” I tell her, but all she does is narrow her eyes at me. I chuckle as I draw my attention back to the task at hand. Making coffee. Christina has recently married into a prominent mafia family. She was fortunate enough that the man she married treats her like the diamond she is. Not all the women in our world get treated that way. Those thoughts make me think of the little assassin that is currently in my life.