Married To Mafia Novels & Stories

She was about to cross the line from being tipsy to being really fucking wasted. "You're a bad man," she pouted. "How so?" I leaned forward, actually curious about what she had to say. She closed her eyes, humming. "You're in the mafia. You run the mafia. You kill people. You hurt them. You make money off of their suffering." "It's just a job. Nothing personal. And besides, you're a member of the mafia too." She scoffed. "Only because I'm married to you. My family has never engaged me in their..." she scratched her head, trying to find the words, "...activities. "

I just had to leave. It is so hard trying to be fine when you know your entire life is falling apart and there is nothing you can do about it. I never wanted to get married into the mafia but fate has a way of working out your life for you. And now that I am married to a mafia Don, I have faced murderous brothers inlaw's, jealous sister inlaw's, near rape incidents, threats to my life... As I recounted each frightful experience, tears brewed up in my eyes. Lord what is...

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.

“I can’t. But I promise I won’t leave you alone in it.” My chest tightened. I didn’t know how long this would last. I didn’t know if we were doing the right thing. But I knew one truth— Luca would never let me face danger alone. And maybe… maybe that was enough for now. We were pronounced husband and wife. Cherry clapped with tears running down her cheeks. The guards nodded. The believer smiled softly and walked away. It was done. I was married to a mafia lord. And the world outside the mansion still didn’t know what had happened inside it.

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.

“What’s a pretty woman like you doing alone in a club like this?” I gave him a half-smile, sipped my drink, then leaned back. “I’m not alone. My friend’s here somewhere. And also—I’m married.” He blinked. “Really?” “Yep.” I raised my hand, showing him the simple ring Alessio gave me. “Married to a very dangerous man.” The guy chuckled, clearly amused. “Dangerous, huh?” I narrowed my eyes playfully. “He’s in the Mafia. And he can fight. Like, really well.”

“Everyone at the De Luca house… they ignored me. Completely. Except Fran, but even she couldn’t fix the way my husband and his mother treated me.” Her father’s brow furrowed slightly, though his expression remained calm. “I sensed as much,” he said. “That family has always measured everything by appearances. You should not let it affect you.” She hesitated, then took a breath, her fingers curling around the glass. “There’s more,” she continued. “Gianna Moretti… she’s in Chicago. Adriano is spending a lot of time with her. I… I can’t ignore it. I think they’re—” She paused, searching her father’s face. “I think they’re involved. More than just friendly.”

A smile formed on his lips. “Surprise... it didn’t hurt,” he grinned. Onora’s eyes widened. She tried to run, but he caught her, spun her around, and slammed her against the wall. His grip locked tightly around her wrists, pinning her there. She whimpered. “You punched me, and you must pay.” Pay? “Your husband didn’t tell you? Mafia don’t do free. You can’t punch me for free,” he smirked. Mafia. Her husband was a mafia. She had read many stories about them—dangerous men who manipulated others to get what they wanted.

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 said. Sebastian’s eyes darkened. “You’re not in a position to say that.” He lowered his voice. “How much money do you have left? Do you really think the Bellandi family will treat you as one of their own? Once they’re done with you, you won’t even have a way back.” He glanced at the triplets, his smile turning colder. “Taking care of three mafia children, Evelyn. You’ll do anything to prove a point.” Matteo’s eyes went completely cold.