Novel & Cerita Married To Mafia Boss

“You heard me. Since when did the Ava I know wait around for a man to give her permission to do what she loves?” “It isn't like that.” I try to explain. Things are different now. I was bloody married for christ sake, but she cuts me off. “ Of course it is. What? A week as a housewife suddenly has you seeking that life? I thought you hated the idea of settling down and waiting around for a man.” “I do, it's just that things are different, more complicated.” “Complicated how?” “I’m married to the head of the russian mafia” “So?” She asks, puzzled, “what does that have to do with anything?”

"Same as always. He’ll die with a glass in one hand and a blonde in the other." Lorenzo shrugged, a look of pure acceptance on his face. "Some things never change. And this?" He turned to Lanka, his eyes scanning with the practiced precision of a veteran. He took Lanka’s hand and kissed the air above his knuckles. "Don't tell me. The rumors are true. The wolf finally got collared." Santiago pulled Lanka to his side, his arm heavy and protective. "Lanka, this is Lorenzo DeMarco. We were roommates at the academy before I had to take over the family business. Lorenzo, this is my husband, Lanka."

"Shit! It is obvious. Now, you might also know he is a mafia boss?" "A mafia boss?" She asked, shell shocked, now. What?! "Yes he is a mafia boss. He runs a whole freakin mafia and Roshanay you won't even want to know his ways!" He wasn't just any member of mafia rather controlled the whole mafia. Oh my god Now it all made sense to her. It was another reason for her not to marry him. She can't be a wife of a mafia boss. "Please, Alizeh do something. Do something, I don't want this marriage," she cried out.

"Well yes, you're right." She couldn't stop thinking about the fact that she was now married to Raphael, and the thought made her heart race. To think that she signed those documents! "You tricked me!" she accused me. "It's you who didn't read the contract first," he leaned to her, "How is that my fault?" "To think that I would have to marry someone else, and to top of it, you belong to mafia," she asked and looked at him. "You trickster!" "Well, that's that. Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and serious.

Harshly, but royally he pulled out the chair for himself to sit as Danica gently pulled her, with her shaky hands. She was strictly ordered to sit beside him and act like his wife since they were married tor almost 9 months. The maids quickly served them the dinner as Zeke and Danica started eating. The maids stood aside shaking, everyone feared Zeke. Of course why shouldn't they? Zeke is a mafia boss. Being cruel, heartless, brutal and rough was what he was taught to. Everyone had to think multiple times before doing anything because they knew, one wrong step and they're gone.

The price for the protection offered by the powerful family was higher than I had initially imagined. I closed my eyes, resigned. It was a marriage devoid of love, and I hoped to unite with the older brother of Paul Mitchell, a disgusting man on the verge of sixty; I would be his second wife, as the first one died under inexplicable circumstances that no one can explain. However, to my surprise, my heart raced when Paul Mitchell's youngest son entered my living room. I could feel my legs weaken in his presence, his defined muscles, blond hair, and light brown eyes. A cross tattoo adorned his neck, and his smile was charming.

"If they thought there was another woman with a claim on me, it would hurt your position. I couldn't let that happen." "You could have told me," I whispered. "Could I?" His dark eyes looked into mine. "You've made it pretty clear you don't want anything real with me. I wasn't sure you'd care why I did it." But I do care. I care so much it scares me. Everything was different now. Because I was so focused, I even overlooked the impact Maria's false accusations would have on me. I wasn't marrying an ordinary man, but Vito, a feared New York Mafia boss. His wife was the godmother of the Mafia, which meant she had to convince everyone.

I certainly didn't want to live with them acting like a married couple. “It's been four years Antonio. Four good years,” I muttered, tears flowing non-stop. I couldn't believe he was throwing all that away. What was I expecting getting married to a Mafia boss? I knew deep down that something bad was going to happen. But not this way. Not this manner. Not this marriage! Antonio and I had been married for four years. I needed someone to invest in my business so I made a deal with him. We fell in love. I fell in love.

he said, and I shook my head. "There is really no need," I said, and he laughed. "Luca won't tell you out of fear of losing you. But we did our research. The majority of mafia bosses marry people affiliated with the Mafia. Never outside, so they keep their secret within. Right now, you are an outsider. The Alessandro and Mancini families have never married from the outside. You will be the first. If you could sacrifice yourself for our freedom, the least I could do is ensure you are safe." Bruce said, and I did not know what to say.

She doesn't even know if she has a family anymore after she'd done what she'd done. Daemon stopped in front of a church and removed his jacket. He's wearing a simple dress shirt underneath. He opened the door for me and held my hand. "D-Daemon? What are we doing here?" The man started walking while pulling her hand. "I don't need a fancy wedding, Devon. Never liked that but for your family to recognize us together, I have to marry you." He looked at her torn dress and white face. "You're good enough." That day, she married the mafia boss and the rival of her father and she then became Mrs. Druft.