Married To A Gangster Novels & Stories

After the moment we had I didn't want to know the other stunts he would pull later. "Smile, and act brave they like that", he said as I followed his instructions. I fixed my posture and took my finger and brushed against my ruffed hair. "We're here Mr. and Mrs. Clemente", the driver spoke as he parked and Nolan opened his side and held my hand as we exited the car hand in hand. For a moment I forgot that all of this was just fake and that maybe, maybe one day I could be happy. "How does it feel to be married to the most eligible, bachelor in the US", a reporter questioned.

It was at that moment I realized the enormity of our situation: I am married to a murderer, the son of a mob boss. The song draws to a close and Giovanni leans in close, stroking his lips against mine. But before he can kiss me, a distant roar echoes through the night, and with it, an explosion of shattered glass and deafening screams.

I have no choice but to marry a stranger. I am getting married to Liam Salvador, the American Mafia's Don. I've only seen him once. The American Mafia is one of the top Mafia in the world and so also is the Russian Mafia. This will be a long ride. I have no idea how Liam sees women but I will not hesitate to put him in place if he does anything stupid. Even though this marriage will help both mafias, I will never give up my Mafia, marriage or not. I don't know what game father is playing but for now, I'll listen to what he says. The knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. "Come in."

ACE HERNANDEZ I was not surprised when my parents arranged a marriage for me. It is highly common. My own parents were arranged to marry and they have been together ever since. In a loveless marriage till death do them part. What a shitty way to live. I was fucking angry about having to marry some girl. A fucking Italian girl to top it off. There is nothing wrong with Italian girls but she is in the mafia. What would she even be like? Would our marriage be entirely loveless like my parents?

he whispers letting go of my arm as I stumble forward My eyes fills with tears, grace was right, I’ll always be second, a man like this can’t love me, I’m trapped in this marriage, I should have ran away when I had the chance. He stands watching me, “Perform your duties as Mrs. DeLuca Isabella and don’t cause trouble for me, he turns away, I have someone waiting for me, I will speak to you later” he turns away leaving me alone in the room. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I stare at the painting on the wall, this will be my life now? Married to some gangster who has no regard for me? Who will follow another woman when he has a chance, who will hurt me if I don’t do as he commands and

"Oh, Georgina, you married a mafia man. They will force you, but you have to give in. It’s better to just give into what they want-” “What? No! He didn't force me. It was consensual—whatever happened," I explain, trying to comprehend his point. "Okay, good. So he was pleased and not upset, right? Good, we need to make sure that he is always happy with us," he says, holding my hand again, and I feel sick to my stomach. Quickly, I get up from the couch, maintaining distance, trying to understand what is happening in front of my eyes. This has to be a dream.

She needs as much sleep as she can and I quickly needed to get this done. I ordered a less attention-seeking car to be cleaned and get ready for me, after the house arrest Travis had put me under when we got married, I had learned how to bend the house to my will and controlled things around the house like a wife of a billionaire that I was. This was a secret meeting. I couldn't risk the media heating up over me meeting with a man while my husband was away. I hit the road driving through the busy city, my mind half focused on the road and half occupied with thought of how my life became this complicated.

"Yes. No touching. No surprises. And when this year is over, we walk away, no questions asked." Damian took a slow sip of his whiskey, watching her over the rim of the glass. "Agreed... on one condition," he said finally, setting the glass down. She narrowed her eyes. "What?" He stepped closer, his gaze intense. "In public, we act like the perfect couple. Smiles, hand-holding, kisses if necessary. You play your role, and I’ll play mine. No one can know this marriage is fake." Aurora's stomach twisted. Kisses?

He was beaming, his eyes wet with something that looked like relief. "You look like you just won the lottery," I said. "The party wasn't that successful." Lorenzo lunged forward and nearly crushed me in a hug. "Thank you," he choked out. I pushed him back, frowning. "For what? I didn't do anything." "Your husband is a man of his word." "I know that. I'm the one who married the bastard." "Never let him go, kid. He’s obsessed with you." "Why the hell are you telling me this?"

Grant, the innkeeper, was folding linens in front of a small TV playing the local news when I slipped inside. She looked up, smiling so warmly I almost forgot people here were suspicious. “Morning again, dear! You settling in?” “Yes, thank you,” I said. “Everything’s been lovely.” She nodded. “You two make a sweet couple. My husband saw your fella down by the docks earlier.” A ripple of unease slid down my back. “Oh?” “Yes, said he moved like someone who knew what he was doing. Fishermen thought he was ex-military.” She laughed lightly. “Guess he just gives off that vibe.”