Married To Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

I said. "Thalia, it is confidential. Her husband is also a mafia boss, and they are allied to us," he said, and my eyes blinked multiple times. "What the hell?" I said. I am now confused because I can't connect the things inside my head. "How come you didn't marry her before? You can abolish our marriage easily, with your power and money, so you can marry and live with her. And I can have a peaceful life," I said, and he looked hurt by what I said, so his eyes became cold.

My eyes trailed down his body, his chest was bare, His well-sculpted chest, trained abs, and packs were a pleasant sight to behold not that it was my first time seeing him without a shirt or like I was yearning to see him naked, the honest truth is I never get enough of him, I don't think I will, he's everything a woman can ask for and sometimes I feel like I don't deserve him, but then he is mine, he may not have told me he loved me verbally but his actions show it, his body language, his thoughtfulness towards me, his loving gaze and gifts, the quality time he has been spending with me deepens my love for him each day. It feels like a fantasy sometimes but it's fucking real, I bagged a Maf

Never did she imagine that her drunk self would lead her boring restrained life to be this exciting and dangerous. Apparently, she married someone who is a mafia boss or a gang boss of some sort disguised as a normal businessman. In reality, they weren't normal businessmen and she wants to know more about this family. She married the boss, so, she'll be bound by it for life. Ignorance won't be able to help.

I jump up from my seat and I go up the staircase. “It was Vincent Esposito. He apparently has taken over the entire operation after Alessandro’s death. He is the new Don and he is out to get us,” Kirill starts to explain. I freeze in my place, I know that name... Vincent Esposito is Lucas’ older brother! It all starts to make sense, I knew Lucas’ father died recently and I knew what my father told me about the Ivanov mafia killing the leaders of other gangs, I just never connected the dots. I can’t believe this! Vincent is the head of the mafia that is trying to murder my husband... does Lucas have something to do with this? I shake my head no, there is no way, Lucas has never been part of h

I couldn’t just bear the news and here I am at some club trying to immobilize myself, drinking as much as I can to forget it all but the shit isn't working. I’m Leia Gambino, the daughter of Roman Gambino, the boss of Vatos Latos an America Mafia and news flash I’m getting married—to some stranger whom I know practically nothing about. The only thing I know about him is that he is an heir apparent to an Italian mafia boss. I don’t even know his name. Is he an old man? I don’t know and I don’t even care. I just know that I don’t want to get married just yet. If ever I would, it would be to someone whom I love but this? Love isn't existent in mafia wedlock One thing is sure, I won’t play the s

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.

He had completely lost his former elegance, his eye sockets sunken and cheekbones protruding as if he had not eaten properly in days. However, his eyes burned with a frightening intensity, filled with obsessive love and desperation. I had not expected to see him at this moment, and I felt genuinely surprised. He stumbled forward, his voice trembling. "Aurelia… You can't marry him... You're my wife..." The guests began whispering among themselves, some shocked. Members of the Moretti family rose to their feet, hands moving toward the weapons at their waists.

She was about to cross the line from being tipsy to being really fucking wasted. "You're a bad man," she pouted. "How so?" I leaned forward, actually curious about what she had to say. She closed her eyes, humming. "You're in the mafia. You run the mafia. You kill people. You hurt them. You make money off of their suffering." "It's just a job. Nothing personal. And besides, you're a member of the mafia too." She scoffed. "Only because I'm married to you. My family has never engaged me in their..." she scratched her head, trying to find the words, "...activities. "

A leader expanding his empire into Nevada and the world in large, diversifying investments, playing by the rules of business. No one could have guessed that beneath the perfect suit was the son of a mafia don, his empire built on blood as much as capital. And all the while, his hand never left hers. When he shifted the microphone, when he turned to acknowledge applause, even when he leaned to answer a particularly sharp question, his fingers remained curled around hers. The moment that unsettled her most came near the end. “Mr. Moretti,” one journalist called out, “congratulations on your recent marriage. What advice would you give to younger couples starting out?”

"No one will dare to look at my wife funny.you are supposed to go out with them anyways.people will look at you funny if you are seen without bodyguards.bad people will target you.you are the wife of a mafia boss.it Is for your own safety,mia Moglie " "I will like to finish college then".I blurted out.pushing my food aside to face him...I didn't even know I wanted that until I uttered it out loud now. "I haven't been able to attend college because I couldn't afford it, but I had plans of going".I continued."now that you kidnapped me and forced me to marry you.i still want to experience that life.i want to have friends and go to parties and live like a normal girl too". "No parties".he scowls