Married To Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. "Ashley, please…" She pleaded and when I finally looked into her amber eyes. She still had a smile on her face but they were so glassy as she was trying so hard to rein her tears in. "Did you guys at least use protection?" She asked me. "I…I… yes, yes, he did. I don't know what to do, Ivana. I'm so screwed. I slept with a Mafia boss, who wouldn't let me go until I became his wife. I don't want to marry him, Ivie. I can't marry him. This man is so ruthless and has not even the tiniest bit of human feelings." I spoke, sniffing.

After some check ups, the doctor announces the condition of the Mafia Boss. "Señor just got a minor injury and nothing serious. He'll be staying for 2-3 days to run some tests, just to be sure. I'll take my leave." "M-Marcella… where's my amata?" He asks in a hoarse voice. "She's with that cursed child." Felicia, elegant cousin of the Mafia Boss, replies while looking at her newly polished nails. "H-How about her? What happened?" Enrico remembers the accident, the scenarios replay in his head when he heard them talking about Mariella.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Her brows knit together. “Alright.” I stared at my hands. “Remember a few months ago…when I told you about the man who came into the café? The one who offered to help with your treatments?” She nodded slowly. “The one you said was…dangerous.” A small, sad laugh slipped out of me. “Yes. Him.” I lifted my eyes to hers, feeling everything inside me crack wide open. “It was Luca, my husband.” She didn’t look surprised. Not really. Just sad, in that quiet way only mothers could be.

He hesitated for a moment before deciding to share it with her, even though it was against protocol. “This is classified information,” he began, his tone turning serious. “We’re currently conducting a discreet operation against a major mafia group in the city—the Scarface Cartel, led by their ruthless boss, Deather, also known as Scarface.” Bridget’s eyes widened with intrigue, her excitement almost childlike. “I’ve never heard of them,” she admitted, leaning forward. “This sounds like a massive story!” Hunter paused, momentarily caught off guard by her enthusiasm. “It could be, Bridget… for you. But for us, it’s a dangerous operation that could crumble if the wrong people find out.”

If what kind of a mistake have I ever done in order for him just to hide me as a wife, but until now the answer remains blank. I was back in my sense when his door suddenly opened. He stood and stared at me seriously while wearing nothing other than his boxer shorts. I immediately took my eyes off of him and then continued walking. Even before I could get away I heard him call his men and ordered to dispatch the woman he had slept with. I laughed softly as I walked down the stairs. Yes, it is also not new to me to hear such a command from him. He is a mafia boss after all, a ruthless one. And I, Jazzie Zamora, am his wife.

Just Chris Lee, twenty-five years old, standing in the bathroom of a Mafia Lord's estate trying to locate the part of himself that was still functional. It was there. Smaller than usual. Further back than I was used to finding it. But there. You're still here, I told it. It didn't respond but it didn't disappear either, which I decided to count as a win. The doctor was young and terrified. Not of me — of the house, of the situation, of the weight of whose instructions he was operating under. He moved through the examination with the careful efficiency of a man who understood that doing his job well was the only protection he had.

He was going to kill her. That was it. She hit him. She assaulted the mafia boss she was forced to marry. He was going to strangle her. Break her neck. Or worse, drag her in front of someone and make an example out of her like he did to that man with the broken leg.

I asked him. "Look, you are pregnant from what I can tell, so I am going to forgive you this once and not tell anybody else about this. But you should not call any other person to put a hit on Stella, she's not someone you can mess with," he told me. "What are you talking about? What happened to Stella?" I asked him urgently. "Stella is now Jonathan's wife, and Jonathan is not someone you would want to mess with. He is involved with the mafia," my hitman told me.

"I'm itching to find out who that mafia boss is and bring him down," I whispered. "Don't get too excited. This mafia is big, most of the big companies here in Manila and other places are connected to them. This mafia is not easy so if you want to kill him, you just have to be tronger and not making weaknesses," he said and looked at our house. Is he saying Warren is my weakness? "What do you mean?" I asked him irritated. "I'm saying, I don't like him for you. I have a bad feeling about him," he said.

I tease which made her laugh. ” I actually like you alot Alec, and I'm so happy my brother brought us such a wonderful woman.” I place my hand on hers, appreciating the words she said. “ So? yeah as you already know my past, in the beginning of our marriage i was a rebel. I fight a lot with him but every time that happens we always end up having such great sex. I still hate him but not as much as before. But his obsession and possessiveness is quite suffocating at first. I tried as many times as I could to run away from his clutch but I always ended up getting caught. My husband is a Mafia Boss and his childhood and his father’s upbringing was different from us normal civilians. In short, wh