Married To Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

A sign that Hazel's journey was over. Although the entrance and exit gates loomed large in front of her eyes, it didn't occur to Hazel to go any further. She didn't want to put her life at risk. Once she heard of a friend who tried to escape, the same day he returned in the form of a dead body. Every person in the main house was planted with tracking chips so there was no escape for them, including Hazel. She realized that her entire life was dedicated to serving a mafia that she had never even met in person. "It's quite cold this morning," Hazel said as she tightened her white coat.

Anna pov I don't know why I said yes to marriage when Damon asked me. Damon Fratello is the leader of Cosa Nostra and my cousin. He is the strongest capo I have ever seen. When he asked if I would marry Alex Ricco, the brother of Bratava Capo Dante I said yes. I was already 20 and I knew that if I waited more than this I don't think I am ever gonna get married and leave here. Most of my cousins were either married or engaged at my age.

I said and he walked close to me . " Fred please..." I said immediately he walked too close . " I'm not ready for this " I said and he bit his lower lip as he looked away then walked towards the stairs . I sighed as I followed him ,I was already scared about being physical with him . I needed time to come to terms with the fact that I was now married to a mafia Boss . The second in command of the leading Crime family of Italy . We walked into his room together and he stormed into the bathroom .

“You’re a pleasure escort, aren’t you? So why am I the exception? Why don’t I get to pay for your services too?” His expression twists. “Because you’re my boss’s wife, goddammit!” His voice rips through the air like thunder. He turns away for a second, dragging both hands through his hair, trying (and failing) to calm down. When he faces me again, his gaze burns hotter. “Listen to me, Alessia,” he growls, stepping closer until our faces nearly touch. His tone drops, lethal and low. “You’re married to Alessandro Mancini. The mafia king. You know what that means?”

It's just something about him. I guess that even though I'm gonna be marrying this man, possibly having his children, and spending the rest of my life with him, I'll never be able to crack this shell he has on. I'll never see the vulnerable, guard down Vixen that I thought I'd see by the end of the night, no matter how hard I try. It was dumb to think we could get anywhere really. But he's the coldest, most ruthless mafia king in the world. What the hell was I expecting from him?

I looked up her life on social media and found out she was married to a notorious mafia boss in Burze. After learning that, I stepped back, not wanting to get involved with someone like Melucci. But I couldn’t get Godiva out of my mind. Maybe fate brought us back together, and I noticed she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. From that moment, I found the courage to move forward. I tried to get closer to her by offering my apartment, hoping it would help us grow nearer. I succeeded. She’s here now, standing before me, looking awkward. “I know you’re married to Pollux Melucci. But seeing you out of town with just a friend, and pregnant, it made me wonder. I’m not trying to intrude, but the fact is

"When did he become a bodyguard? My Diego is not a bodyguard, Drake! He's mine! Call him now! Or give me his number. I need him!" Carolina Del Fiore, commonly known as Carmella, is the only daughter of Eagle Sebastian Del Fiore, the mafia Don of the Del Fiore clan. She is untouchable, incredibly stubborn, and often acts like a spoiled brat who ignores the rules set by her father. Despite her father's restrictions, she comes and goes as she pleases, showing little concern for authority. To be honest, she can be quite a pain. I sighed, resting my back as I looked at her. She chuckled with a fake laugh.

She bowed. She closed the door without saying anything and Della walk back in her room. Suddenly she fells sitting in the floor. She can't believe it and she can't be wrong. The same her situation is the article she just read seconds ago. Basil gave money to her parents and she's married to a Mafia Boss—to him. He's been accused of murderer of five women he married. Her heart pound as hell as she remembered what the article said. She doesn't want to believe it, but it's already written in the papers. She bitted her lower lip as she looked at her ring. Am I next to them? She asked in her mind and suddenly shook her head.

He was married… to Isabella, my best friend, no less. I thought I was doomed. Completely, utterly doomed. Eric Graves appeared, like a flicker of hope cutting through the darkness in my life. I had thought how could I possibly be good enough for him? He was the most powerful mafia leader in New York City, and I was just a woman with a record, nothing but shattered pieces to offer. But Eric told me to never worry about being good enough, that he loved me for who I was. Now, standing here, I realized that I had married the very monster who had made my life a living hell.

"Try having your head slammed to the floor." He sighed, then placed his arm around my shoulders before mumbling, "Scusa. This is my fault. I shouldn't have kept you hidden." I leaned against him without saying a single word. Truthfully, I hadn't married Antonio for love. He was 20 years older than me and the Don of a mafia family in Chiron. He was powerful, but his hands were stained with blood. I had married him because my family needed his protection. And he had married me because he needed a young, beautiful woman to adorn his life.