Novel & Cerita Married To The Mafia Boss

"No mom. It's hard to explain, but he's just different; his life revolved around life and death, which means we're involved in his life now because I'm his wife." She remove my hand and looked at me "I don't understand," she said, "What do you mean? How is he different?" I sighed and told her all about how we had met and what he had told me about himself. "He's a mafia boss, and whenever his life is in danger, we're in danger."

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.

“Mary told me about the young man whom you’ve taken interest in.” That snitch! She should better hide from me because the next time I see her, I’m cracking her skull open. “What is wrong with having an interest in someone? You got married and you had me. Don’t you want the same for your daughter? I have to pick interest in a man before it eventually develops into a relationship then we can get married.” Although that’s not the case. I never want to get married. “The young man is married Susan, never you forget that.” He paused just for effect. “We aren’t talking about any random married man Susan, we’re talking about New York's most notorious mafia boss, someone who wouldn’t mind taking you

He rephrased, pulling me closer to himself with one arm. It all felt so surreal. Just over a year back, I was thrown into Marcelo's criminal world, and I'd have never thought to even be anything to him, other than a sex slave. Now we were standing in front of an altar, exchanging marital vows. I was getting married to that dangerous, mafia boss, who struck fear in the heart of many. Even better, I happen to be hopelessly in love with him. "I do too." I declared, without waiting for the question from the priest. I couldn't wait for all these to be over with, so I can finally become his.

“You’re a pleasure escort, aren’t you? So why am I the exception? Why don’t I get to pay for your services too?” His expression twists. “Because you’re my boss’s wife, goddammit!” His voice rips through the air like thunder. He turns away for a second, dragging both hands through his hair, trying (and failing) to calm down. When he faces me again, his gaze burns hotter. “Listen to me, Alessia,” he growls, stepping closer until our faces nearly touch. His tone drops, lethal and low. “You’re married to Alessandro Mancini. The mafia king. You know what that means?”

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.

Today was my 15th wedding anniversary celebration with my mafia boss husband Lorenzo. I married him when I was eighteen. Back then, he was nothing—just a low-level Soldato shaking down shopkeepers for protection money on the street corners. He couldn’t even afford a proper wedding ceremony. But I loved him, foolishly and without reservation. I worked in the shadows, secretly pulling strings with my family’s contacts within the core of Cosa Nostra. I helped him eliminate his rivals, one by one, paving his blood-soaked road to the Don's chair.

Roxana said while wearing red nail polish. "You idiot. Darryl Rider is a dangerous mafia boss but he is extremely rich, looks cool, and has a great reputation. To be his wife must be very glorious. That stupid Regina is not worthy. " Mrs. Anne explained. Her ambition cannot be hidden. "Mother, even then I wouldn't marry him. What if a dangerous person like him were a pervert? There are rumors that he doesn't have any women yet, which could be speculated that he has a penchant for torturing and mistreating women, for example. Or did he kill all his mistresses?"

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. "

"No one will dare to look at my wife funny.you are supposed to go out with them anyways.people will look at you funny if you are seen without bodyguards.bad people will target you.you are the wife of a mafia boss.it Is for your own safety,mia Moglie " "I will like to finish college then".I blurted out.pushing my food aside to face him...I didn't even know I wanted that until I uttered it out loud now. "I haven't been able to attend college because I couldn't afford it, but I had plans of going".I continued."now that you kidnapped me and forced me to marry you.i still want to experience that life.i want to have friends and go to parties and live like a normal girl too". "No parties".he scowls