Married To The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

"Incredible! I don't need you as my friend, I know you all...all of you are a bunch of liars and want to manipulate me." “Is that what you really think, Abby?” she ask. I didn't answer her, I just kept eating, and when I was done, she was still looking at me and smiled warmly. "I know it's not easy to be married to a ruthless Don Mafia... But did you know that not everyone knows he's in the mafia? He's a respected Billionaire in the country. You should be very happy and feel so lucky that he chose you in a heartbeat to be his wife."

But if someone found out, fuck, I am screwed. I an only twenty three and he had offered my hand without even asking me. He never would have asked. The thought of marriage never crossed my mind. Perhaps a couple of times when I was a young girl. But l always imagined of marrying a prince. Not the boss of the American fucking mafia. The American mafia was well known for its reputation of being manipulative and brutal. They were deadly, even was impressed. The mafia boss; I did not know much about, but only his name. I was to be wedded to Ace Hernandez.

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.

His forceful lips weren’t lovable but it was clearly telling me I will always be his possession instead of a partner that he just now fake-promised. I’m now married to my rapist, To a Mafia leader. And most of all I’m now Mrs Armando Fucking De Luca.

But he wasn’t a mere man, he was a Mafia Don and controlled this city and some parts of the world and I was his wife, which would make me powerful. “I..I..” I tried to say but she cut me off with a slap across my face. I froze as she slapped me, why would she do that, did I speak out of turn or say something I wasn't supposed me? “Rule number two, a wife of a Don never stammer she is bold and has no fear before anyone, you are a Medici, and you will act like one from now on,” she hissed and my eyes widened and I froze all of a sudden, as I held my cheek, the slap wasn’t painful but I was confused because Maria had a wide smile on her face.

This man was bizarre. "So, you know already, if you betray me, unfortunately, I won't be held responsible for my actions, dear Emma. Now you'll be my wife." In one day, I'm just a waitress serving orders in a diner, the next, I'm handed over to the worst man I could have ever imagined meeting, the mafia Don. I don't know what I will do from now on.

Old age was evident on him. We entered the church, and all eyes turned to me. The bride. The soon-to-be wife of Don Adri, the son of Dante one of the most dangerous men in the Italian Mafia, so feared not even the police liked to interfere. So popular, he had loyal men in and out of Italy and, after his death, all that was his became Adriano's.

“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.”

I stepped forward and bowed my head slightly. “We are gathered here today for the union of this couple,” the priest began. “If anyone has a reason to object to this marriage, let them speak now.” There was total silence after that, and I concluded no one objected to our union, not that anyone could. My father was the Don of the American mafia while Dylan's father was the Don of the Italian Mafia, our wedding was not an ordinary union, it was a blood pact, meant to pay back a debt that my family owed to Dylan's family more than a hundred years ago an—

I guess I couldn’t be all that surprised when I was the one who had abandoned her. “Are you scared our father will find out about your being here, or are you scared your husband's secrets will be out and he will be defeated in the war. Don’t pretend you care about me. All you care about is your bastard child and your murderer of a husband.” “Who knew the woman who escaped from the mafia would end up marrying the Pakhan of the Bratva? I have to admit, I thought you would remain a nun forever, Liv.” She was being sarcastic and taking jabs at me. I didn’t think I would ever end up with a man in the mafia, and yet I had married one. Some would call me a hypocrite, but I wouldn’t be me if I liste