Marrying The Mafia Ii Novels & Stories

“Your twentieth birthday banquet is tomorrow. Have you decided on who to marry? “Whoever you pick, we’ll make sure he inherits both families and becomes the godfather of the entire mafia empire.” When I opened my eyes again, two photographs lay before me. They were the two fiances my parents had groomed for me since childhood. One was Damian. The other was Caesar. In the past, I loved Damian deeply and chose to marry him without hesitation, only to be tortured to death by him.

"First, you fake grace, now you act all virtuous? Haven't you always wanted me to touch you? Don't come crawling into my bed later, begging me to ignore how much you disgust me." I couldn't take it anymore and cut him off. "I'll say it again, Mr. Carlo. Show some respect. I never said I'd marry you." As soon as I finished speaking, the room fell completely silent. A wave of laughter erupted soon after. "Oh really? Then who are you going to marry? Everyone in the Velmont underworld knows how you've been obsessed with me. Who else would even want you?" He paused, as if a thought had just struck him. "Oh, wait, maybe my youngest brother Salvatore wouldn't mind."

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.

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.

"I had no need for it since I was marrying the love of my life. Which can't be said for you," "Please, not this again," The Mafia boss groaned and stepped away from his mother, picking up his tux jacket as Piero helped him put it on. "Not the whole you-don't-love-her-and-you-should-marry-the-one-you-love talk, dad. You and I both agreed this was a beneficial merger." "From a Mafia standpoint, not from a parent's point of view,"

She doesn't like where this is going, in fact, she already has a bad feeling about what her father was going to say next. “I'm hosting this party, so you could search for your future husband. I'm not saying you should marry anybody at the moment. I just want you to meet them and have the privilege of marrying any Mafia leader of your choice. They will protect and love you better than anyone else. All you need to do is to tell daddy which one you're interested in, and I'll arrange everything.” “No!” Mariana stood up from the bed and glared at him. “That is not happening. I'm not interested in getting married to anyone nor any Mafia. I'll rather die than marry someone who does dirty business.

he growled, his nostrils flaring. "And you have no idea whose wife you are messing with. I am a Morelli, the wife of the Capo dei Capi of the Italian mafia. I have seen Dante kill and believe me, it is more gory than you can imagine. That man faces death like he has a second life. He killed all your assassins and cohorts that were sent to harm us in Mexico. Dante is blood thirsty and once he finds me, he will kill you all" I taunted them amidst my pain.

Meanwhile in Argentina, Maria, had a very particular visit in Bella Vista, because the men of the Mexican mafia showed up at her house, dressed as an internet fixer, they staged a scene where part of the team was faking a fix, and the main person in charge of that operation talked inside with the young De La Cruz and warned her about the strange orders that the boss sends her to carry out; - The boss knows about your investigation and how risky everything is for you, but you must become very close to Emiliano Romero and control all his movements, do whatever it takes for him to trust you, it is very important right now, I cannot give you more information, because I am not authorized to do so

'Not this again' he thought. "Listen once and listen good, its not me who is marrying you, it is you who is going to marry me to save your life. Understood? The mafia work in this way sweetheart. If an uncalled visitor sees some things which she is not supposed to see then either she has to become the part of mafia or die. So you are marrying me. Get me?" "M....m..mafia?" she stammered badly, taking a step back. Terror engulfed her every cell.

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.