Married To Mafia Novels & Stories

And he died because of me, I don't think I can ever be comfortable with such a thing. Then it hit me, I was married to a mafia this was going to be the usual as from now on. I'm so screwed!

I run into his arms and I cry harder than ever, hugging my husband hard and tight. He hugs me tight, laughing as his breath hitches in his throat. I can tell he's on the verge of crying. "Why are you here? How are you here?" I ask him, shocked. "Someone bailed me out. It was damn near a million dollars, but my bail was only four hundred thousand." "That's a hefty amount." I say, laughing as I cry on his shoulder. "I'd just gotten notified that I could get out on bail, and as soon as there was a price, it got paid. I'm guessing that my bail was so much because I'm a mafia criminal, and because it's a rich prison. It wasn't too bad though."

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

But not Alexandro. He sat at that table like he owned the room. His father, Marco Campania, was already a legend. Ruthless, strategic, feared across Europe. But it was Alexandro who stole all the attention without saying a word. Even my uncle—the leader of the Leoni—kept glancing at him. There was something magnetic about him. Dangerous. Royal. And absolutely off-limits. You see, Alexandro had sworn never to marry anyone from the mafia. His father had been trying for years to get him to choose a wife. Every time, Alexandro refused. He had one condition: the woman he married had to be innocent. Clean. No knowledge of mafia life. No blood ties. No involvement.

Mrs Valentino adds brightly as she stares back at me, and as I stare back at me, I try all I can not to fight back the tears threatening to form. I did it... I actually did it... From this point, I'm Alyssa Valentino... and Stephano Valentino... is now my husband...

Kanaya pushed Gio's hand away until it let go. "Kanaya, I know you're the wife of a mafia boss, but I'm really not afraid of Lucas if he hurts you." "No one is being hurt here, Gio. I'm happy to be married to him, and you should leave here immediately. Gio, I don't want you to get into trouble with my husband. He forbids me from getting close to you or any other man, and I respect his decision." "I'm in love with you, Kanaya." Kanaya's eyes widened instantly upon hearing what Gio said.

Marriage to them was done out of necessity and not out of love. Long ago, when he still very much considered himself a prideful man, he’d done the unthinkable and helped a daughter of the Irish mafia escape. They came to America shortly after. Back then, the Influence of the Irish Mafia in the States wasn’t as strong as it was now, so it was easy for the two of them to lay low and get married. His wife gave birth shortly after to their son, and then two years later, they were blessed with a girl.

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?!”

I guess I couldn’t be all that surprised when I was the one who had abandoned her. “Are you scared our father will find out about your being here, or are you scared your husband's secrets will be out and he will be defeated in the war. Don’t pretend you care about me. All you care about is your bastard child and your murderer of a husband.” “Who knew the woman who escaped from the mafia would end up marrying the Pakhan of the Bratva? I have to admit, I thought you would remain a nun forever, Liv.” She was being sarcastic and taking jabs at me. I didn’t think I would ever end up with a man in the mafia, and yet I had married one. Some would call me a hypocrite, but I wouldn’t be me if I liste

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.”