Married To Mafia Novels & Stories

he said, and I shook my head. "There is really no need," I said, and he laughed. "Luca won't tell you out of fear of losing you. But we did our research. The majority of mafia bosses marry people affiliated with the Mafia. Never outside, so they keep their secret within. Right now, you are an outsider. The Alessandro and Mancini families have never married from the outside. You will be the first. If you could sacrifice yourself for our freedom, the least I could do is ensure you are safe." Bruce said, and I did not know what to say.

“I noticed your countenance towards me since the day you got here. I want to assure you that I and your husband do not share that kind of history. Mr. Romano might be… closed off, but he wouldn’t be that cruel to put his wife in the same environment with someone he’s shared a past with.” Oh, but I think he would. What Chiara doesn’t know is that this marriage is built on the foundation of lies. We’re not actually in love, and it doesn’t take two heads to figure out that my presence irritates him. He’s a man with mafia blood after all, I didn’t expect any less, but it still hurts. I nod my head at Chiara, and I want to let her know that I appreciate her setting things straight, even though it

“Is this a joke? You’re my husband. Isn’t that what this is all for? Why even marry me if…” He cut me off with a look so sharp it made me flinch. The warmth was gone from his face. Just like that. “Don’t twist this into something it’s not,” he said coldly. “I married you because you wanted me to.” I looked at him in shock. “Like for now?” I had never heard of a man who did not want children. No, in fact, most men in the Mafia married only because they needed their wife to give them a son to take over their empire.

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. "

“Why are you not giving up on me? There are far better men beside me. You were arranged to marry a man. Why don’t you marry him.” She attempted to gag. “I would rather die than marry that old man. You know what the rumors around him are?” “I’m not interested to know.” “You should because it concerns my security. They said that he was into drugs. He is a member of a mafia organization. You know what a mafia is, right?” I scoffed. “You’re just saying that because you don’t want to marry him.” She stood and stomped her foot. “I don’t want to marry someone like him! I don’t want to marry a criminal.”

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.

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.

“Dude, that’s adultery!” I narrowed my eyes at him. “It’s not. Eunice and I are not marrying each other for love, anyway.” “But you’ll be married, and every affair within the marriage is adultery,” he said as a matter-of-factly. I raised my brow. I don’t know why he’s into this adultery topic. I don’t like it. And besides, it’s not like Eunice and I are really getting married. This is a business marriage—a pragmatic one—so, it is just for papers.

“He’s ruthless, lethal and really, really powerful. When he came into the hideout where the kidnappers had taken Ethan and I to, they had instantly dropped to their knees, that’s how much he’s feared by people.” My skin crawled as I listened to my parents talk about how dangerous the person I was going married off to was, as the hair stylist did my hair up in my bedroom. I was already dressed up in my wedding dress, and my makeup had already been done to perfection by professionals. “He’s the most powerful mafia Don ever to walk the earth. Every other mafia here in Italy knows he has the final say.” Dad continued and I felt fear clog my throat once again. “And you’re getting me married off t

Harshly, but royally he pulled out the chair for himself to sit as Danica gently pulled her, with her shaky hands. She was strictly ordered to sit beside him and act like his wife since they were married tor almost 9 months. The maids quickly served them the dinner as Zeke and Danica started eating. The maids stood aside shaking, everyone feared Zeke. Of course why shouldn't they? Zeke is a mafia boss. Being cruel, heartless, brutal and rough was what he was taught to. Everyone had to think multiple times before doing anything because they knew, one wrong step and they're gone.