Married To The Mafia Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He could make a kid pee in his pants just by his looks. "....I am sure that he will not be distracted by girls anymore. He will stay with his girl even after taking my position of next Capo" his lip twitched. His smile is more dangerous than Xaphan's. I stood up as I couldn't take it anymore. The only thing that was going on in my mind was that the man who is going to marry me is in Mafia! Mafia means drugs, blood, guns, murders. How could I marry a man whose profession is a crime? How would he spare my family when they don't hesitate in killing their own family members for their selfish motives.

He smiled. I took a seat opposite Uncle Michael and looked out of the window. I couldn't help but wonder who the man is I am going to marry. Yes, you heard me right. I am getting married to some mafia boss in America. Uncle Michael asked me if I would be willing to marry someone to make our mafia stronger since the man I would be marrying was bigger and stronger than our mafia. I had to agree because Uncle Michael didn't have any children to marry off. My parents still don’t know about this arrangement and I would like to keep it that way. They can't know I married a man to help our mafia. Mom believes in love but I don’t. Love is for people who are weak.

I whisper the question. “Yes,” he sighs, placing his hand on top of mine, “I need to speak with you.” I pull away and nod, standing just as he does and follow him down the hall and into his office. I close the doors behind me and sit down on the couch beside him, my hands nervously attacking the hem of my dress skirt once again. “I know we spoke about this before, but it is essential that I tell you that in the mafia, being married to someone inside our world is an ideal that we hold. It is not just for love and companionship but also to protect you,” my father begins.

The ceremony was about to begin. I took a slow breath, trying to calm my heart that felt like it might explode. This was really happening. This marriage was truly happening. I, Lucia the fat bride, was going to marry Alexandro De Luca, the handsome mafia man who bound me with a contract marriage.

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.

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.

I said softly, “the woman he loves just came back.” He blinked, confused. “Then… we should leave, right? So we don’t bother him?” My throat tightened. “Yeah, baby. We should.” That night, after Leo fell asleep in the guest room, I sat in the dark and stared at the glowing screen. Seven years—married in name, separate in practice; sharing a roof like strangers while silence and his family’s men kept watch. I’d married into a Mafia dynasty—not for power, not for protection, but for love.

Of course, to a greater or lesser extent, everyone in Lovecraft County was involved with the mafia and even more so, involved with debts they could not pay. His wife was Italian, the daughter of one of the mafia bosses, but who got involved with a former right-hand man of a Russian mafia lord. Together, they had 6 children, the oldest was 18 years old, but she was the one who took care of the younger ones and advised her mother to divorce her violent and alcoholic father. However, one fine day, in the middle of a party, he should have been involved, but there was a meeting, which he missed because he was gambling and drinking, in addition to using the physical attractions of the girls in the