Married To Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

I sighed a relief. “He must have loved her lots,” I asked her on curiosity. “They were like so good couple but madam left him after a year of a marriage. The marriage wouldn’t bring much of happiness just because he was ….,” she stopped. “A mafia,” I answered. “How did you know that?” she asked me. “That’s because he told me,” I answered. She was shocked to the hell when she heard that. “Boss told you what he actually do?” she asked again and I nodded my head absent mindly.

Rod said. "There's something you need to know, Rod," I said to him. "What is it? Why does someone want you dead? Do you have enemies?" he asked. "My husband is a very dangerous person. He was a ruthless, merciless mafia boss who foughts for everything lethal and illegal just to get home to his lovely wife and make love to her to wash all the tiredness and worries away," I explained and his eyes narrowed, he was listening to me very carefully.

and at the same time he shoots us. "No…" I shouted and suddenly hugged the mafia boss to protect him from my ex-husband. "Jenn… why did you do that?" the mafia boss asked, and he cried. "Because I love you so much…" I responded and my tears fell. ****** "Is it true?" I asked myself. I don't know if it's all true that Vito and I got married, and if it's a dream, I would rather not wake up.

Alex showed pure restraint, looking down at the slime on his sheeny red bottoms and then he took another deep breath before smiling again, “Well you’re married to one…now about that kiss?” She was prepared to bite him again, damn the consequences as she would rather die than let this man touch her. He saw the terror in her eyes and smirked, “Relax Olivia.” “Please take me home.” She pleaded one more time, “I’ll be your wife only on— “No.” He said out flatly. Right then, Olivia father’s words crossed her mind.This was no longer some random dream, neither a figment of her poor imagination—she was now the wife of a mafia boss, and her father’s plan whatever it was needed to come into action.

“Well, look who we got here the billionaire bride.” Amelia looked up calmly. “Do I know you?” “No,” the woman sneered. “But I know your type. You think you’re better than the rest of us. Walking in here with that fancy attitude.” “I didn’t come here by choice,” Amelia said coolly. “None of us did,” another inmate chimed in, laughing. Scar Woman leaned closer. “Word is, your husband was a mafia boss. You killed him, didn’t you? Tell me, how’s it feel to shoot the man you married?”

Everyone present was either mafia or well-off finance managers. The possibility of Joanna getting hitched to a Mafia chief caused her hair to stand on end… .Joanna strolled straight to her mother by marriage as she maneuvered her into her arms and overwhelmed her in a warm embrace. "I'm so delighted to have you as my little girl in regulation. You look so stunning, dear." Her mother by marriage couldn't stop coming down on her.In the wake of hello Mr Salvador and a couple of other significant people, she was accompanied by her mother by marriage to sit close to her Mafia spouse.

After growing up in an abusive home, living in the streets afterwards and becoming a Mafia boss, I feel like the heavens have finally smiled at me. And I'm not mistaken about wanting to marry her. Mia was my peace. My home. The one my heart will forever be with. After taking more shots, I lost my control. I pinned her wet body against the sand, spread her thighs wide open and buried my cock inside her pussy. And as the sun set, I made sure Mia knew— She was mine. To love. To hold. And I was going to pursue her.

A smile formed on his lips. “Surprise... it didn’t hurt,” he grinned. Onora’s eyes widened. She tried to run, but he caught her, spun her around, and slammed her against the wall. His grip locked tightly around her wrists, pinning her there. She whimpered. “You punched me, and you must pay.” Pay? “Your husband didn’t tell you? Mafia don’t do free. You can’t punch me for free,” he smirked. Mafia. Her husband was a mafia. She had read many stories about them—dangerous men who manipulated others to get what they wanted.

"—it's giving his rumours credibility." "I'm fine," I said automatically. "Are you?" Chloe pressed. "Because if someone is hurting you, or forcing you into something—" "No one is forcing me into anything," I interrupted, my voice firmer than I felt. Isabella's eyes softened. "Then tell us the truth. Who is he?" I opened my mouth, then closed it. What could I say? That I'm married to a mafia boss? That I live in a mansion with armed guards and a traumatised five-year-old who calls me Mama?

I swore I’d never trust a man again. Then he comes into my life. Mysterious and dangerously handsome, he’s the guy who makes my heart beat faster and my body quiver in anticipation of his commanding touch. I finally feel safe…. until he barges into my home with armed men in the middle of the night and whisks me away with him. It turns out he’s the notorious mafia boss everyone is talking about, and he intends to destroy my neighborhood and take my home for his own gain. Worse, now I’m married to him because of a deal my dad unwittingly signed.