Married To The Russian Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

“Yeah, I know, wife. I’ll just wait until it’s fine. I really miss your sexy body.” I turned around to embrace him. He lifted my chin and kissed me. Being parents was exhausting, but with Louis, everything felt easy. He wasn’t just Louis, the rich billionaire and powerful mafia boss. He was my husband, the father of our children, and most of all, he owned my heart, which was solely for him. I knew it wouldn’t be easy. We’d face problems and enemies, especially since I had what various organizations were looking for. But in the end, I knew we would face it all together. And with each step, we would become stronger.

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.

A smile formed on his lips. “Surprise... it didn’t hurt,” he grinned. Onora’s eyes widened. She tried to run, but he caught her, spun her around, and slammed her against the wall. His grip locked tightly around her wrists, pinning her there. She whimpered. “You punched me, and you must pay.” Pay? “Your husband didn’t tell you? Mafia don’t do free. You can’t punch me for free,” he smirked. Mafia. Her husband was a mafia. She had read many stories about them—dangerous men who manipulated others to get what they wanted.

I jump up from my seat and I go up the staircase. “It was Vincent Esposito. He apparently has taken over the entire operation after Alessandro’s death. He is the new Don and he is out to get us,” Kirill starts to explain. I freeze in my place, I know that name... Vincent Esposito is Lucas’ older brother! It all starts to make sense, I knew Lucas’ father died recently and I knew what my father told me about the Ivanov mafia killing the leaders of other gangs, I just never connected the dots. I can’t believe this! Vincent is the head of the mafia that is trying to murder my husband... does Lucas have something to do with this? I shake my head no, there is no way, Lucas has never been part of h

His job would always come first. "Ah, I see," said Lucy slowly. "So your husband, he must be an important man then?" Oh god. How did Jane go about describing Vladimir Sitnikov to her family? Hey persons who birthed me, I'm all grown up now and married to a crazy possessive Russian mobster who insists I be accompanied everywhere in case one of his enemies tries to get to him through me. But no need to worry since I'm proficient in the use of many different types of weaponry, as well as hand-to-hand combat. Yup, that would go over spectacularly.

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

For a tense moment, I thought he’d spotted me. Then, he retreated inside, closing the door behind him. I finished the ascent and slipped onto the balcony without a sound. The bedroom inside was only dimly lit. On a large wooden desk near the window sat silver-framed pictures. Matt Davis, not just shaking hands with politicians, but standing shoulder-to-shoulder with men who looked far more like enforcers than financiers. Who on earth was Matt Davis? Faint footsteps sounded from the hallway beyond the room.

Reed snapped. The biker is in too much pain and he is shivering. "Alexi's son, he is Alexi's son. He is saying that he is the real boss of the Russian mafia, not Alessandro whose father killed his father. He is angry that Luca Vitiello who helped his uncle Ivan to kill his father Alexi is marrying his daughter off to Alessandro to strengthen their bond. He wanted to kill Mia Vitiello and Alessandro to punish them for his father's death" the biker answered.

"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

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. "