Romans & histoires Married To Mafia

He could hardly string a sentence together. Whatever the real story was, nobody in the mafia world had any sympathy to spare for a broken, disgraced lunatic. Not long after the wedding, word spread that rival mafia families had seized control of the Valentino family's hospitals, casinos, docks, arms deals, and underground drug operations. It all came down to one thing—word had gotten out that the Valentinos no longer had an heir. When I heard the news, I couldn't help but feel a profound sadness for Don Valentino and Donna Isabella.

“Yes, you are. We’re currently married in the eyes of the law and the whole fucking world.” I open my mouth to tell him that can’t be true, but I don’t get to say it because a wave of nausea rises at the back of my throat. I open the car door wide and stumble out. As I fall to my knees, staining my dress with dirt and mud, I throw up under a streetlight. “Chiara!” I hear Adriano’s voice as he gets out of the car. The whole you’re-my-wife thing must be something related to the mafia. He sees me as his property, and if anyone harms me, it’s a bad look for him. That’s why he couldn’t let Filippo live.

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?

The scars from that final night had faded to faint lines, reminders they both carried quietly. Lyra turned, smiling. “You clean up nice yourself. No blood this time. Progress.” He crossed the room in three strides and pulled her close, careful not to wrinkle the dress. “Couldn’t stay away. I need to see you before everyone else does.” His voice dropped low. “Still sure about this? Marrying the former mafia king in front of our weird little family?” “Never be sure of anything.” She rose on her toes and kissed him, slow and deep, tasting coffee and forever. “We earned this. All of it.”

“Huh? That ex-wife of yours?” Vasco frowns at the request. Everyone knows that Hector sent Scarlett to jail and absolutely hates her. He picks up the newspaper from a table and reads the front page. The picture of Ryder Rochester and Scarlett D’arcy are on the front page with headlines “Ex-Socialite marries the Mafia!” Huh? This is interesting, he thinks. “I’ll-” He’s about to say when the doorbell rings. To Hector’s chagrin, Vasco hangs up the phone.

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.

Their marriage was our salvation but the little bambina has fled! After Lorenzo found out that I murdered his son for sleeping with my wife, he gave me two options. The first, my death and everything I own will go to him. It was everything even the winery. How could I let that happen when it has been in my family for generations? The second, which he knew I would choose to preserve my life, to join the Mafia. I joined the Mafia. I'm not proud of it. I haven't been at peace since. But as a test of loyalty, something I never saw coming, was thrown my way. A marriage. He wanted a marriage to seal my place in the Mafia. It's not just me but my family name as well. He wanted to give me a reason t

I asked. She said, looking out the window, “Shoot.” “You must take the Sacred Oath or Omerta since we are now married. Everyone in our mafia, including the spouses, must take it,” I sighed. I was concerned that she wouldn’t feel at ease taking the oath. She didn’t even bat an eyelash and said, “Okay.” “Okay?” I asked, my voice a tad bit higher due to shock. She didn’t even hesitate before answering. When she saw me, she chuckled, “Don’t be so shocked. I understand how crucial it is for you, and especially for the mafia. It will help their morale.”

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 gestured vaguely at my new life. "Oh please. We know how hard it is for you, Sophia. Do you know how often we've talked about coming to see you in Italy?" Oh. "But—" "We know how it is, Sophia. We know it's probably even worse than how it was in school. You're married to a man who practically owns the Mafia running circle in Italy, Russia, Spain, and some part of Colombia. We know it's not easy for you." She said. "I've never really pictured it like that."