Married To Mafia Novels & Stories

I asked curiously as I had a seat with my baby in my arms. “Yeah, I was away for a while on a business trip and I'm back now”. Our conversations halted as our breakfast was served and Matteo joined us. We had a happy family breakfast and I felt as peace watching everyone of my family. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ FOUR MONTHS LATER~ Sofia pov~~ Today was one of the most important day of my life. I was getting married to the love of my life today. I couldn't believe anything but I was forever grateful. If someone had told me that I would be here today getting married at age twenty with my daughter and to a Mafia boss.... My Mafia man. I would have hit the person's head with a frying pan to stop the person from h

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.

Mia’s pov. My forkful of sticky rice got frozen mid air as soon as father’s next words echoed around the dining table. “One of you is getting married to Mr. Romero the Third of the Romero family, an underboss of the mafia in a few days.” His voice was void of any kind of emotions as usual, but the authority behind those words wasn’t absent. I glanced up at my identical twin, Maeve, who was sitting directly before me at the table, she had her knife frozen in the air while her mouth was parted in nothing but shock.

Mother, Greta was married to Jacopo Colombo—a high profile boss of one of the biggest organised outfits in the United State. Marcello always wondered if Greta was forced to marry Jacopo because the Mafia was well known for their contract or arranged marriage, whatever they call it. Traditionally women in Mafia families were kept outside the business side of things. Greta was simply a mother and housewife. He had never seen Greta and Jacopo showing any kind of love towards each other. It was obvious Greta respected her husband but didn't love him. Marcello wasn't interested in those two words 'marriage and love'. Not even kids.

He was the overall head of all the Mafia bosses in the country, but some like this Russo refuses to stay in check. "Get Aldo to track his current location. We're visiting Russo." ***** Meanwhile Back At Silver's Place. Silver lay on her bed thinking of what the future held for her, yes, she accepted to marry Luca but she wished she had found love instead of an arranged marriage. Silver was someone who had always believed in true love and happily ever after. While growing up she had watched a lot of fairytale cartoons, where the prince gets to love one princess for the rest of his life.

Luca’s grip tightened on my waist and I instantly began to shake my head at him, but he faced Luca moments later and began to speak. “C- can I please quickly speak with your wife, sir?” I expected Luca to refuse but instead, he agreed, which is why I’m standing a few feet away with Zander, whose eyes were blown wide in shock. “I had no idea you’re married to the mafia lord! What the fuck?! That’s so insane.” He exclaimed and I let out a sigh as I spoke. “So you knew I was married?” He shook his head at once. “Of course not, but it’s not as shocking as discovering that you’re married to the Luca Ricci.” He paused for a moment.

CHAPTER 4 VITTORIA'S POV. I feel like my soul is getting out of my body right now. How did I end up committing such a big mistake? Now, I'm not just accidentally married to some random person, but I'm stuck in a marriage to Marcello Giordano, the cold and ruthless Mafia kingpin who doesn't think twice before snapping someone's head off in seconds of being offended. I know him very well. Of course, everyone in New York City knows a lot about him, but only a few have ever set eyes on him, if not for anything, for the fact that he's the first face on the FBI's most wanted list of criminals.

“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.

“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.

I inquired, not quite getting a heads up on what she's saying. "I know you know that Alexander is a mafia Prince and my husband, the mafia king. You'd probably be thinking I'm the mafia queen, right?" She let out a soft laugh and I snorted with a smile. "Well, I am no mafia queen, honey. I'm just married to a mafia king and don't get me wrong, I didn't know he was a mafia until after I had married him." She looked down at my fingers, gently caressing them. Some strands of hair fell over face and she elegantly tucked them behind her ear.