Married To A Gangster Novels & Stories

His voice was a low, teasing drawl as he said, "So, you didn't want me as a friend back then because you knew I'd end up as your husband?" My cheeks burned. He cradled my face in his hands and kissed me. I never would've imagined that Harold, the mafia kingpin who struck fear into every man, could be so tender. Something told me our story was only beginning.

I glanced down at the dark patch bleeding through my sleeve where the bullet had merely nicked me. It wasn't a serious wound, but it was a vivid reminder of how thin the margin for error is. “You are fortunate I decided not to track you down,” I stated calmly. “You won’t,” he assured me. “Because what comes next is far more important than hurt feelings.” That snagged my attention immediately. “How big are we talking?” “Number Three.” My jaw clenched almost imperceptibly. In Lawson City, the criminal hierarchy was common knowledge. Many gangs operated, but only

He was the overall head of all the Mafia bosses in the country, but some like this Russo refuses to stay in check. "Get Aldo to track his current location. We're visiting Russo." ***** Meanwhile Back At Silver's Place. Silver lay on her bed thinking of what the future held for her, yes, she accepted to marry Luca but she wished she had found love instead of an arranged marriage. Silver was someone who had always believed in true love and happily ever after. While growing up she had watched a lot of fairytale cartoons, where the prince gets to love one princess for the rest of his life.

Jenine's Pov Papa's Mafia was on the verge of bankruptcy or so I heard from the guards Today was the day “ He “ was supposed to take Jamelle, my elder sister, as his bride. She has been relatively happy and chirpy all morning. I have heard whispers about the man she was supposed to get married to. “Gambino” the heir of the Italian Mafia feared by all mafiaI'll. I wonder how Papa managed to get him to agree to an alliance. The whispers around the house revealed that he had requested Jamelle's hand in marriage, and it seemed that everything was going according to plan.

Mother, Greta was married to Jacopo Colombo—a high profile boss of one of the biggest organised outfits in the United State. Marcello always wondered if Greta was forced to marry Jacopo because the Mafia was well known for their contract or arranged marriage, whatever they call it. Traditionally women in Mafia families were kept outside the business side of things. Greta was simply a mother and housewife. He had never seen Greta and Jacopo showing any kind of love towards each other. It was obvious Greta respected her husband but didn't love him. Marcello wasn't interested in those two words 'marriage and love'. Not even kids.

"Cara, asteraki mu, I need you to be honest with me now. Is your husband a man like me? Does he do work like mine?" I take a deep breath and slowly nod. "Yes. I think so." "You think so?" "Yes," I say and let some of my frustration spill out. "Okay, yes, Christopher is a low-life gangster, a freaking mafia asshole, okay? I didn't know it when I married him, but I think my parents did. And they pushed me into it anyway. Can you imagine selling your eighteen-year-old daughter to a freaking mobster? Knowingly giving her away?" Eros rubs his temple and holds up a hand. "One thing at a time. This is very, very important. Is Hellington your married name?"

CHAPTER 4 VITTORIA'S POV. I feel like my soul is getting out of my body right now. How did I end up committing such a big mistake? Now, I'm not just accidentally married to some random person, but I'm stuck in a marriage to Marcello Giordano, the cold and ruthless Mafia kingpin who doesn't think twice before snapping someone's head off in seconds of being offended. I know him very well. Of course, everyone in New York City knows a lot about him, but only a few have ever set eyes on him, if not for anything, for the fact that he's the first face on the FBI's most wanted list of criminals.

His voice low as he explained without me asking, my curious gaze must have given me away, “Jordan is the mafia Lord of this city, trust me, he has a lot on his plate. You should have known he had married you for business purposes also. I mean, he would given you all you want but the attention, the care, the love… those things aren't in a mafia's dictionary, Sierra” I slowly pushed him away as I said, “Thanks for the encouragement” I sniffed. I hated that I married someone like this. I don't get to have his attention or anything? Really? What's the use?

The energy in the room shifted; curiosity sharpened into the taste for spectacle. Rosa, who had been circulating with trays and gentle smiles, stopped at a table nearby. Her hand shook slightly as she set down a plate, and a guest’s offhand joke about “fast deals” made the corners of his mouth twitch. Rosa’s cheeks flushed with the embarrassment of someone caught in a net she did not understand. Elena watched and felt her stomach tighten. The thread became a small, venomous story passed from table to table. “She married for a transaction,” someone murmured. “He gets leverage; she gets a payout.” The sentence circulated like an accusation; its intent was cruel and precise.

As she disappeared into the crowd, Conrad stood frozen, cheek flushed, heart raging. The light danced across the Phoenix pendant on her neck—like a warning. Behind that graceful smile, she carried a secret only a few could survive: She was the wife of one of Italy’s most feared Mafia bosses. The crowd swallowed her again. As soon as she was out of sight, Conrad’s hand slipped into his pocket. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. His chest rose and fell with fury. The call connected. “I accept the offer,” he said coldly.