Married To The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

He let us work and get involved on everything, even with what they would call a man’s job. To become a Don, you must know how everything works. To be a great ruler, you must be a worker first. Pietro is the only child of the Carusso family who will with no doubt become the Don of the Carusso family. There’s no doubt that one day me or my sister will become betrothed to him knowing exactly how the mafia works and how my father thinks. A mafia must marry someone within the mafia. Marrying someone outside is possible, but it’s undoubtedly risky and could end up disastrously, that’s why it never happened.

But there is no one I can possibly think of talking to, so I have to do something to entertain myself. I stood up, as I thought of going out for a walk, but I needed to get dressed in a more suitable dress that I could go out with. I immediately walked over to the closet, but immediately I flipped it open and some guns fell from it. I stared at them and shook my head. This isn't the first time seeing guns in the house, so it wasn't really new to me, besides I was married to a Mafia boss so it was expected. I quickly took out my dress and arranged the guns back to the closet before shutting it back.

I passed nurses who looked at me with horror, seeing the blood-soaked man in the thousand-dollar suit wandering like a vagrant. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't know who I was. The Mafia Don was dead. The man who had survived The Ivory Queen, who had built an empire on bone and shadow, had been hollowed out. There was nothing left inside me but the cold, grey ash of the coma Davina was currently trapped in. “If she wakes up, the last thing she needs to see is the man who killed her family.” Lexi’s words echoed in my skull, a rhythmic torture. I had won the war. Ivan was at the bottom of the ocean. Tatiana was a corpse on a pier. And my prize was a body kept alive by a rhythmic, clic

But not Alexandro. He sat at that table like he owned the room. His father, Marco Campania, was already a legend. Ruthless, strategic, feared across Europe. But it was Alexandro who stole all the attention without saying a word. Even my uncle—the leader of the Leoni—kept glancing at him. There was something magnetic about him. Dangerous. Royal. And absolutely off-limits. You see, Alexandro had sworn never to marry anyone from the mafia. His father had been trying for years to get him to choose a wife. Every time, Alexandro refused. He had one condition: the woman he married had to be innocent. Clean. No knowledge of mafia life. No blood ties. No involvement.

Monica asked Emma with a smile. "Of course not, we all know whose Mafia is the most powerful in Atlanta, thus nothing can harm her since she is the ruthless Mafia Don's wife's best friend, and you are simply mafia maids of Don's beneath my husband, OK," I smiled at Monica and her companions as they tried to hide their shame. "Talking about that, are you not meant to be at home after burying your father? We heard that your husband's bullet mark was detected on the bullet that killed your father."

He could hardly string a sentence together. Whatever the real story was, nobody in the mafia world had any sympathy to spare for a broken, disgraced lunatic. Not long after the wedding, word spread that rival mafia families had seized control of the Valentino family's hospitals, casinos, docks, arms deals, and underground drug operations. It all came down to one thing—word had gotten out that the Valentinos no longer had an heir. When I heard the news, I couldn't help but feel a profound sadness for Don Valentino and Donna Isabella.

They kept me hidden, not wanting the other mafia dons to see me. And now, in the greatest irony of all, a mafia don was my husband. The driver opened the door, but before I could move, Nikolai grasped my hand in a warning. And I understood what he wanted from me. He helped me out of the car, and my skin burned wherever he touched me. A number of cameras flashed on our faces. Photographers, journalists, and onlookers were desperate to capture a glimpse of the ruthless Mafia King and his new bride, while Nikolai ignored them all. The flashes were too bright, making it hard to see.

“The italian EX don, Dominic Romano, he is getting married “He said and my spoon fell on the ground, my body still as I turned to look at the man who had spoken. I could see the smirk on Ivan face as he looked at me, “Well , that's good news , who is he getting married to?”he asked, “Maybe it's one of the whores he kept around when he was Don, what's that's her name again. I think it was Harper,”Ivan said as he smiled brightly. My eyes started getting bruised by the news. My body shooked as I tried to comprehend the news, I didn’t care if it was Ivan, playing games with me. “No it's not her, I heard he is getting married to the daughter of Donna of the mexican mafia”one of the men said and t

Everybody was a suspect. The thought of Don’s recent attack on his shipment came to mind and I sighed. That was enough reason for Salvatore to get behind a shroud. His anger had been fueled and he only wanted to strike back. But Don couldn’t just sit and watch him after he had ruined our honeymoon plans. He had to do something too. I sighed again. The perks of being a Godfather’s wife. I had married Don, the Mafia he ran, and everything that came with it. It was my life now and I had to deal with it. Don noticed how quiet I was, so he broke the silence.

In my last life, I drowned because I abducted the lover of Simon Rossi, my mafia Don fiance, before our wedding. When I opened my eyes, I was back on that day. "Please, don't hurt me! My husband is a mafia Don, and I'm pregnant with his child! He'll never forgive you if he finds out! The young lady, Giara Vaughn, pressed trembling hands to her belly. Her tears threatened to spill as she looked at me and my crew behind me.