Novel & Cerita Married To The Mafia Boss

She bowed. She closed the door without saying anything and Della walk back in her room. Suddenly she fells sitting in the floor. She can't believe it and she can't be wrong. The same her situation is the article she just read seconds ago. Basil gave money to her parents and she's married to a Mafia Boss—to him. He's been accused of murderer of five women he married. Her heart pound as hell as she remembered what the article said. She doesn't want to believe it, but it's already written in the papers. She bitted her lower lip as she looked at her ring. Am I next to them? She asked in her mind and suddenly shook her head.

After growing up in an abusive home, living in the streets afterwards and becoming a Mafia boss, I feel like the heavens have finally smiled at me. And I'm not mistaken about wanting to marry her. Mia was my peace. My home. The one my heart will forever be with. After taking more shots, I lost my control. I pinned her wet body against the sand, spread her thighs wide open and buried my cock inside her pussy. And as the sun set, I made sure Mia knew— She was mine. To love. To hold. And I was going to pursue her.

Never did she imagine that her drunk self would lead her boring restrained life to be this exciting and dangerous. Apparently, she married someone who is a mafia boss or a gang boss of some sort disguised as a normal businessman. In reality, they weren't normal businessmen and she wants to know more about this family. She married the boss, so, she'll be bound by it for life. Ignorance won't be able to help.

Just Chris Lee, twenty-five years old, standing in the bathroom of a Mafia Lord's estate trying to locate the part of himself that was still functional. It was there. Smaller than usual. Further back than I was used to finding it. But there. You're still here, I told it. It didn't respond but it didn't disappear either, which I decided to count as a win. The doctor was young and terrified. Not of me — of the house, of the situation, of the weight of whose instructions he was operating under. He moved through the examination with the careful efficiency of a man who understood that doing his job well was the only protection he had.

"Same as always. He’ll die with a glass in one hand and a blonde in the other." Lorenzo shrugged, a look of pure acceptance on his face. "Some things never change. And this?" He turned to Lanka, his eyes scanning with the practiced precision of a veteran. He took Lanka’s hand and kissed the air above his knuckles. "Don't tell me. The rumors are true. The wolf finally got collared." Santiago pulled Lanka to his side, his arm heavy and protective. "Lanka, this is Lorenzo DeMarco. We were roommates at the academy before I had to take over the family business. Lorenzo, this is my husband, Lanka."

He had completely lost his former elegance, his eye sockets sunken and cheekbones protruding as if he had not eaten properly in days. However, his eyes burned with a frightening intensity, filled with obsessive love and desperation. I had not expected to see him at this moment, and I felt genuinely surprised. He stumbled forward, his voice trembling. "Aurelia… You can't marry him... You're my wife..." The guests began whispering among themselves, some shocked. Members of the Moretti family rose to their feet, hands moving toward the weapons at their waists.

I said and he walked close to me . " Fred please..." I said immediately he walked too close . " I'm not ready for this " I said and he bit his lower lip as he looked away then walked towards the stairs . I sighed as I followed him ,I was already scared about being physical with him . I needed time to come to terms with the fact that I was now married to a mafia Boss . The second in command of the leading Crime family of Italy . We walked into his room together and he stormed into the bathroom .

he growled, his nostrils flaring. "And you have no idea whose wife you are messing with. I am a Morelli, the wife of the Capo dei Capi of the Italian mafia. I have seen Dante kill and believe me, it is more gory than you can imagine. That man faces death like he has a second life. He killed all your assassins and cohorts that were sent to harm us in Mexico. Dante is blood thirsty and once he finds me, he will kill you all" I taunted them amidst my pain.

Whispers break out at this new piece of gossip. “So it’s true!” One of the receptionists whispers. “They’re married!” “How can she marry another guy like that?” “Didn’t she cause her sister’s miscarriage?” “Is the mob boss mad?” “Is it me or do they look like supermodels? Wasn’t she in jail? How come she looks like THAT?”

"What could possibly be worth trading his daughter?" Rafael paused at the door, glancing back with a cold smile that didn't reach his eyes. "His life. His empire. Everything he's built. Its either you or that." He tilted his head. "You should be flattered, Seraphina. He values you quite highly." The door closed behind him, leaving me alone with the crushing weight of my new reality. I am getting married. To Rafael DeLuca. The man I loathed.