Married To Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

"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

Roxana said while wearing red nail polish. "You idiot. Darryl Rider is a dangerous mafia boss but he is extremely rich, looks cool, and has a great reputation. To be his wife must be very glorious. That stupid Regina is not worthy. " Mrs. Anne explained. Her ambition cannot be hidden. "Mother, even then I wouldn't marry him. What if a dangerous person like him were a pervert? There are rumors that he doesn't have any women yet, which could be speculated that he has a penchant for torturing and mistreating women, for example. Or did he kill all his mistresses?"

ALMA MARTELLI Everything happened in a blur. From the moment Zita walked down the aisle to when they exchanged their fake vows and tied the knot. I couldn’t pay attention to how my only sister was being thrown away like a dirty rag. It broke my heart even more knowing that I was next. Zita Martelli, beautiful and soulless in her wedding dress, had just gotten married to one of the most ruthless mafia bosses in New York. Enzo Bianchi. She never wanted this marriage. She had only been forced into it as a pawn in an alliance deal. That was what became of all the women in the mafia world. And that was not the life I wanted for her or myself.

“He’s ruthless, lethal and really, really powerful. When he came into the hideout where the kidnappers had taken Ethan and I to, they had instantly dropped to their knees, that’s how much he’s feared by people.” My skin crawled as I listened to my parents talk about how dangerous the person I was going married off to was, as the hair stylist did my hair up in my bedroom. I was already dressed up in my wedding dress, and my makeup had already been done to perfection by professionals. “He’s the most powerful mafia Don ever to walk the earth. Every other mafia here in Italy knows he has the final say.” Dad continued and I felt fear clog my throat once again. “And you’re getting me married off t

Kanaya pushed Gio's hand away until it let go. "Kanaya, I know you're the wife of a mafia boss, but I'm really not afraid of Lucas if he hurts you." "No one is being hurt here, Gio. I'm happy to be married to him, and you should leave here immediately. Gio, I don't want you to get into trouble with my husband. He forbids me from getting close to you or any other man, and I respect his decision." "I'm in love with you, Kanaya." Kanaya's eyes widened instantly upon hearing what Gio said.

he questioned "I'm still afraid of your mafia side even though I don't act like it." I replied shaking a little under his gaze "You're mine now babe." he said softly then laid down on top of me Oh shit! I guess he was really right there. I was sold to him after all. He gently flicked his tongue over my breast and his hand trailed down my figure. He reached that major soft spot again and gently massaged it. I moaned. It felt good but I shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't we get married first? Married! To who? A mafia? Hell no! Scratch that idea Reign it's never going to happen!

The scars from that final night had faded to faint lines, reminders they both carried quietly. Lyra turned, smiling. “You clean up nice yourself. No blood this time. Progress.” He crossed the room in three strides and pulled her close, careful not to wrinkle the dress. “Couldn’t stay away. I need to see you before everyone else does.” His voice dropped low. “Still sure about this? Marrying the former mafia king in front of our weird little family?” “Never be sure of anything.” She rose on her toes and kissed him, slow and deep, tasting coffee and forever. “We earned this. All of it.”

Today was my 15th wedding anniversary celebration with my mafia boss husband Lorenzo. I married him when I was eighteen. Back then, he was nothing—just a low-level Soldato shaking down shopkeepers for protection money on the street corners. He couldn’t even afford a proper wedding ceremony. But I loved him, foolishly and without reservation. I worked in the shadows, secretly pulling strings with my family’s contacts within the core of Cosa Nostra. I helped him eliminate his rivals, one by one, paving his blood-soaked road to the Don's chair.

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 screamed as the strong man carried me effortlessly out of the room. “It's about time, I wondered when you would stop calling your husband Mister." He said to me. “You're not my husband you fool!." I was saying but the man had quickly thrown me roughly out of the room room for insulting his boss. “You were married to Mr Shawn... I never knew he was married, you should consider yourself lucky instead of running your little trap." The man said and he took some ropes from a shelf. I backed away from him but there was no place to run to.