Married To The Russian Mafia Boss นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he questioned "I'm still afraid of your mafia side even though I don't act like it." I replied shaking a little under his gaze "You're mine now babe." he said softly then laid down on top of me Oh shit! I guess he was really right there. I was sold to him after all. He gently flicked his tongue over my breast and his hand trailed down my figure. He reached that major soft spot again and gently massaged it. I moaned. It felt good but I shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't we get married first? Married! To who? A mafia? Hell no! Scratch that idea Reign it's never going to happen!

Mrs Valentino looks at me with calm detachment, like she already knows how this ends, while Mr Valentino leans back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, curiosity and focus clear on his face. “There are, of course, conditions,” Mrs Valentino says. Of course there are. There’s always a catch. I lean back slightly, bracing myself for whatever comes next, remaining silent as I wait for her to go on. “You will be married to our son, Stephano Valentino, by the end of this week. The ceremony will be private. Legal. No press.” My head spins. This week? Married? I blink at her, trying to process the words. “This week?”

He hesitated for a moment before deciding to share it with her, even though it was against protocol. “This is classified information,” he began, his tone turning serious. “We’re currently conducting a discreet operation against a major mafia group in the city—the Scarface Cartel, led by their ruthless boss, Deather, also known as Scarface.” Bridget’s eyes widened with intrigue, her excitement almost childlike. “I’ve never heard of them,” she admitted, leaning forward. “This sounds like a massive story!” Hunter paused, momentarily caught off guard by her enthusiasm. “It could be, Bridget… for you. But for us, it’s a dangerous operation that could crumble if the wrong people find out.”

Our marriage solidifies the alliance with the Russians and Italian mafias, who also have an alliance with the Irish, which was a different arranged marriage long before Toni and I were arranged to be married. I’m next in line to be the head of the Russian mob once I get married to Antonia in a month. The arrangement is that we will get married when she is twenty. Her and her twin brother, Leonardo, who goes by Leo and will be the next leader of the Italian mafia, turned twenty about two weeks ago. Our wedding has been in the works for years so most of it has already been planned by Toni, her mom, and her Aunt Sofia who happens to own an event planning and catering business.

I asked him. "Look, you are pregnant from what I can tell, so I am going to forgive you this once and not tell anybody else about this. But you should not call any other person to put a hit on Stella, she's not someone you can mess with," he told me. "What are you talking about? What happened to Stella?" I asked him urgently. "Stella is now Jonathan's wife, and Jonathan is not someone you would want to mess with. He is involved with the mafia," my hitman told me.

Serena's POV "What are you not telling me? I demanded. Gabriel chuckled nervously and stood up. "I just don't want you to get yourself in trouble. Adrian is the head of the Mafia family in Sicily which means he's a very dangerous man. He's got eyes everywhere and will not be happy to find you looking in his business. So I don't think you should keep sniffing around." He explained. I exhaled in frustration. "But if he knows something about my father's death, then I want to know it too." I protested.

"He's getting protection from the Russian mafia. That's why tracking him was tough. But we've got a lead on a relative of his." I looked up, my mood shifting, my irritation rising. The Russian mafia? Even after everything we'd thrown at them, they dared to think they could strike back now. "Make sure you keep tabs on all their movements," I instructed. "I don't want any mistakes this time. "Got it, boss," he replied, nodding. I pressed, "Which relative did you find?" He hesitated. "His wife's already gone. Just a daughter left. We've got info on her." He slid a picture across the desk.

I shook my head, passing Olga a small smile of reassurance before looking at Oksana, who was busy kneading the dough, but her eyes kept wandering to me. I could see she had a lot of questions, and why wouldn't she? I hid such a huge matter from them. However, I did tell them that my husband was a dangerous man and that I was hiding from him, but what they didn't know was that he was not only a dangerous man, he was the Pakhan of the great Russian Mafia. Dangerous wasn't enough to describe him. He was beyond that. "Did he come here again?" I asked, and Olga shook her head. "No, in fact, they told us that we can continue our work, they won't disturb us again," Olga said excitedly as she claspe

It's just something about him. I guess that even though I'm gonna be marrying this man, possibly having his children, and spending the rest of my life with him, I'll never be able to crack this shell he has on. I'll never see the vulnerable, guard down Vixen that I thought I'd see by the end of the night, no matter how hard I try. It was dumb to think we could get anywhere really. But he's the coldest, most ruthless mafia king in the world. What the hell was I expecting from him?

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.