Married To Mafia Novels & Stories

Other nights, like tonight, he turned to me and fuck me hard, like he was taking out all that rage on my body and punishing me, even though I hadn’t done shit to cause it. Don’t get me wrong. I loved my husband. Vakrez was good to me most days, very protective and gave me everything. But being married to a mafia guy? It was tough and scary sometimes. The mood swings, the secrets and the way he’d come home smelling like smoke and blood.

The vase shattered against his temple, blood trickling down his face. Wiping the blood away, he raised his hand to swear: “Eva, if I break my vow, let me die under the gun of the enemy, leave no bones behind!” His sincerity moved me. That was when I finally agreed to be with him. He really wasn’t afraid of death. Dad paused. “I’ll contact Vincent immediately.” Vincent, managing the mafia empire in Sicily, was not easy to reach. I showed Dad a message on my phone. “The engagement contract is binding, and Vincent has spoken. The marriage won’t be canceled. Just wait until he returns to New York to finalize the details.”

She noticed my eyes staring at her ring and shifted it backward, her lips parting to ask. “Melissa didn’t tell you?” Her question jolted me out of whatever chokehold that sight had me in. I shook my head quietly, arching my brows in inquiry. “What?” “I’m married,” she said with a smile, admiring the ring as she stared at it. “He’s part of the mafia syndicate too.” Of course, I knew too well. “Ohh. How sweet,” I chimed, leaning forward with my lips pouting in feigned adoration. “You must really be enjoying your marriage.”

He's waiting for you to come to your senses. "I know he is," I said flatly. Five years. Even the love faded, I knew his pride, his anger, his patterns. "But I'm not going back." A year ago, he loved me fiercely. We were planning our future. Then the Rossis came. They didn't just bring home a forgotten son—they revealed him as the true heir, the next Don, who was already promised to a flawless mafia princess from the rival Costello family. Still, he fought them. He endured three days of their brutal regime—a test meant to break him—just to secure their permission to marry me.

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.

She sat down on my bed and I let out a little laugh "I know. I've just not had the chance to talk to my parents or anyone and since I'm not allowed to leave seeing them wasn't an option. Julius said I was in some kind of danger" I rolled my eyes and I heard her laugh. i just stared at her. "I'm sorry Vera. You married into a mafia family and now ur the wife of the now mafia don meaning your life would be in constant danger" I had my suspicions there were in the mafia ever since the day dad told me they could ruin him. The luxurious mansion added to my suspicions but she just confirmed it. "It's okay mother. It's all worth it "

I said. "Thalia, it is confidential. Her husband is also a mafia boss, and they are allied to us," he said, and my eyes blinked multiple times. "What the hell?" I said. I am now confused because I can't connect the things inside my head. "How come you didn't marry her before? You can abolish our marriage easily, with your power and money, so you can marry and live with her. And I can have a peaceful life," I said, and he looked hurt by what I said, so his eyes became cold.

“Oh thank you, can we leave now, “ I said and walked out, while they walked behind me. We got to the venue, waiting for the bride to arrive. I feel happy for these guys. I heard they married for love, I mean she is kind of lucky. Except for the fact that she’s marrying into a Mafia family, I wonder if she knows. A few minutes later, the bride arrives and while she was working, I whispered to Anthony “ Does she know she’s getting married to a dangerous person and marrying into one of the strongest mafia families in the world?” He looked at me, his face showed a lot of emotions but I couldn’t help but notice how pissed he looks. “ Of course, her parents are in the mafia too and she is not a we

“Sophia is married to me. I'm her husband and I have complete rights to know what happens in her life. You did not fetch her all these years. Then why now?” “Smart question. Since the last twenty five years I have been in the mafia. I did all sorts of illegal trade about which you would have got complete information. My love for Mariya was true. However after some time she came to know about the complexities in my profession and fled from my house.

He smiled. I took a seat opposite Uncle Michael and looked out of the window. I couldn't help but wonder who the man is I am going to marry. Yes, you heard me right. I am getting married to some mafia boss in America. Uncle Michael asked me if I would be willing to marry someone to make our mafia stronger since the man I would be marrying was bigger and stronger than our mafia. I had to agree because Uncle Michael didn't have any children to marry off. My parents still don’t know about this arrangement and I would like to keep it that way. They can't know I married a man to help our mafia. Mom believes in love but I don’t. Love is for people who are weak.