Married To Mafia Novels & Stories

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.

I'd like to believe that he wouldn't think of me in that manner as long as he had other women to screw. "If I understand properly, it's just six months till your wedding," the store owner chimed in. She was the only one who seemed to be happy. It should come as no surprise that she would be quite wealthy now. The ultimate marriage between the Chicago and New York mafias was expected to be a grand occasion. Money wasn't important.

But at the end of the paper, where the witness was written, it had my father’s signature in it. “Marriage?” “Yes, we are legally married in the eyes of the law. And your dear father, Viktor Carter, is a legal witness to our ‘marriage.’ Any questions?” “A ton! Why? Who gets married without their permission?” “Why are you shocked? Surely you have heard of arranged marriage or marriage of benefit and advantage?” “I am not getting marriage to anyone, much you, Mr.—” I looked down at the paper, and my eyes flew open. “You—you are Don Dante Romano?!”

It’s unsettling, and my curiosity threatens to drag me down the wrong rabbit hole, but I force myself back to what matters. Hours later, I’ve narrowed it down to two possible ways to get away from my mafia husband. The first: the police. If I run to them, they’ll smuggle me out of the country to safety. I don’t want to get Aleksei in trouble, but unless I take that drastic step, there’s no way out.

I said, choosing not to mention my GDF contact in case the line is compromised. He murmured his agreement, and I hung up. I buzzed Maria to come see me, and she entered in a few minutes. Maria is the widow of my father's former and late underboss. After the death of my psychotic father and his equally sadistic underboss, I had asked what she wanted to do, but she had chosen to come live in this secluded and faraway estate and family home. She had practically raised my younger sisters just as her own. I think her biggest regret is not being able to have her own child, and she had poured all that energy into raising my sisters into the beautiful women they are today after losing her womb due t

The ceremony was about to begin. I took a slow breath, trying to calm my heart that felt like it might explode. This was really happening. This marriage was truly happening. I, Lucia the fat bride, was going to marry Alexandro De Luca, the handsome mafia man who bound me with a contract marriage.

Just Chris Lee, twenty-five years old, standing in the bathroom of a Mafia Lord's estate trying to locate the part of himself that was still functional. It was there. Smaller than usual. Further back than I was used to finding it. But there. You're still here, I told it. It didn't respond but it didn't disappear either, which I decided to count as a win. The doctor was young and terrified. Not of me — of the house, of the situation, of the weight of whose instructions he was operating under. He moved through the examination with the careful efficiency of a man who understood that doing his job well was the only protection he had.

"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."

she said in a whisper but he heard but couldn’t believe it. “What did you just say?” Vikram asked, making her look at him. “I love you Mr. Vikram Seth” Nitra shouted. Vikram’s happiness had no end; he hugged her, not caring about what others thought. He was on the ninth cloud from her confession he knew now his life was complete. No one would be able to take her away from him now she was all his now, she was his love, his life, his BABE. SHE WAS MARRIED TO A MAFIA AND IT WAS A LOVE STORY.

"I'm itching to find out who that mafia boss is and bring him down," I whispered. "Don't get too excited. This mafia is big, most of the big companies here in Manila and other places are connected to them. This mafia is not easy so if you want to kill him, you just have to be tronger and not making weaknesses," he said and looked at our house. Is he saying Warren is my weakness? "What do you mean?" I asked him irritated. "I'm saying, I don't like him for you. I have a bad feeling about him," he said.