Married To The Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

he said and I hit him "Rodriguez? who the fuck is Rodriguez?" The Witch asked "Oh Mrs Luna Rodriguez she remarried," he said making me hit him more "What?" She asked "Yeah she married Matteo Rodriguez richest mafia king alive," Jack said "Mafia!" The witch yelled and Jack hung up "Idiot why? I'm not married to that bastard," I said "Stop hitting me woman," he said and we started laughing When Rosy came back we spend the day having fun. After dinner, I tucked Rosy in and let her sleep.

He leaned down at her level and whispered to her as he removed hair from her face and tucked the loose strands behind her ear. "You should be, you know! You clearly underestimated me. I'm a mafia boss, my lady. And you helped me to become one, thanks to you!" He rasped as he moved closer to place a kiss on her forehead, warm and affectionate. "Mafia?" The words came out of her mouth as a gasp because it was too much to process at the moment. "Yes my amore! Italian mafia! How do you feel being the wife of such a powerful man?" He asked her, holding her both hands in his.

I said. "Thalia, it is confidential. Her husband is also a mafia boss, and they are allied to us," he said, and my eyes blinked multiple times. "What the hell?" I said. I am now confused because I can't connect the things inside my head. "How come you didn't marry her before? You can abolish our marriage easily, with your power and money, so you can marry and live with her. And I can have a peaceful life," I said, and he looked hurt by what I said, so his eyes became cold.

"Moosa bhai will kill you if he came to know that you are even just entertaining this thought of escape in your mind," "I don't want this marriage. He is forcing me into this," she just said, helplessly. "First tell me the whole story behind this marriage thing? How so abruptly my brother decided to marry you?" She questioned, holding her shaking hands. "I saw him committing a murder in that basement...and he asked me to marry him if I don't want him to kill me," she replied in her tremulous voice, recalling that dead body. "Shit! It is obvious. Now, you might also know he is a mafia boss?"

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 jump up from my seat and I go up the staircase. “It was Vincent Esposito. He apparently has taken over the entire operation after Alessandro’s death. He is the new Don and he is out to get us,” Kirill starts to explain. I freeze in my place, I know that name... Vincent Esposito is Lucas’ older brother! It all starts to make sense, I knew Lucas’ father died recently and I knew what my father told me about the Ivanov mafia killing the leaders of other gangs, I just never connected the dots. I can’t believe this! Vincent is the head of the mafia that is trying to murder my husband... does Lucas have something to do with this? I shake my head no, there is no way, Lucas has never been part of h

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.

I tell him, flashing a smile at the onlookers as we swayed to the music. "They are looking for some action, you know. We are supposed to be happily married, mia moglie." The accents rolls off of his tongue as he calls me 'my wife' and directly tickles me in the core. We are going to have a problem if his accent turns me on when it appears only when he lies. "Everyone in the high society knows how arranged and business marriages work." I roll my eyes. "Trust me, these people cannot wait to have the cake and go home and gossip about how Paige Mathewson, the crazy bitch, ended up with this catch." I nod in his direction.

“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.”