Marrying The Mafia Ii Novels & Stories

"Honey, give you that choice." Regina was now in a hazy state of mind, she faintly overheard the conversation between the two men and knew that her current situation was very bad. Darryl Rider gives her two choices. One is that she will follow the old billionaire and accept to be his lover, live dependent on him and forever lose her freedom and innocence. The other option is for her to seek help from Darryl Rider, the most notorious mafia boss in Italy. Thus, she will have to prepare mentally to take unforeseen risks. Who doesn't know how cruel and scary Darryl is, so of course Regina is afraid of him.

She frowned, and I didn't bother to respond to her, but I could tell she was already so drunk, because her breath smelled of alcohol. I just quickly walked past her, and continued walking on. Just then, I saw someone waving to me, and called my name, as I immediately looked over there. I saw it was the Mafia boss I had a business deal with, and I quickly started walking over there. That was where I was supposed to be, so I really needed to go over there right away. I sighed softly as I slowly walked over to the table where he was seated with some other Mafia boss. "It's good you are here already, so just have your seat immediately." He said, pointing to an empty chair beside him, and I slo

As I try to free myself from their grip my body starts to feel weaker and weaker until I faint. ************* (Dimitri P.O.V.) I sigh exhausted. I still can’t believe everything that has happened in just a few hours. Tatiana came back, I almost lost my wife who was escaping to who-knows-where behind my back due to my mother’s lies, and then I found out that Tatiana betrayed me with the son of Alessandro Esposito who is now the new head of the Italian mafia. I can’t believe I was so blind that I never realized my girlfriend was having an affair with Vincent Esposito. I feel like a fool, but I don’t have time to dwell on it, I have to find her as soon as possible. We have been looking for Tati

She snickered a little bit and we heard the laughs of Javier following suit. The sound of legs shuffling continued. Javier's voice was a lot closer to the recorder now. ‘Javier: Let me tell you a little secret. I have a bigger mission than just being the head of the Italian mafia. I also want to rule the Russians and have everyone under one umbrella. And you know what? Nina here will help me, she has been my eyes and ears in the Russian home.’ ‘Diego: You bastard. Was getting married to Marianna compulsory?’

Jayden's voice had become hoarse this time and he also pointed his index finger at her as Ivy only stared in fear. One of the Mafia rules was that, they don't fall in love as it weakens their mind. However, if they decide to get married with the purpose of procreation, the bride is picked by the Mafia elders after they must have conducted a meeting. The bride in question, must be someone who hasn't been seen by the groom and neither has the bride met the groom. Jayden's father was desperate for a grandchild, he needed to see his grandchildren before dying as he had an illness which could take his life anytime. It was so unfortunate that his efforts were in vain, now Jayden is the one suffer

That was why he never let anybody close enough to let them see the things that he hid in the deepest parts of him. That was why he had been so opposed to the marriage in the first place, because he didn’t know how to cope with sharing his life with another human being. Ismeralda may believe that she knew everything about the Mafia but she didn’t know a single thing about them. The only things she knew was what her father and the rules of the Cosa Nostra would allow her to know. She didn’t know the things that a man had to go through to be a made man and worst she had no idea of what you had to do to become the next Capo of the Lato Oscuro.

“You don’t get to ask that. She trusted you.” “I owe you nothing,” she replied coldly, though inside her stomach was twisting. “Brittany!” His voice broke. “She treated you like a sister! She… she—” “Is that why you’re breaking like this? Or is it because your little love story is dead? Did you picture marrying me, Marco? Children? A future?” “Britt…” “You’re a fool. This is the mafia. Nothing here is real—no one.” “Is that why you kept pushing me away? Is that why you couldn’t love me?”

Jenine's Pov Papa's Mafia was on the verge of bankruptcy or so I heard from the guards Today was the day “ He “ was supposed to take Jamelle, my elder sister, as his bride. She has been relatively happy and chirpy all morning. I have heard whispers about the man she was supposed to get married to. “Gambino” the heir of the Italian Mafia feared by all mafiaI'll. I wonder how Papa managed to get him to agree to an alliance. The whispers around the house revealed that he had requested Jamelle's hand in marriage, and it seemed that everything was going according to plan.

Mariane wiped away her tears. “I will be forever grateful to you. This time, I will take responsibility and marry that guy. Just promise me one thing. Please don’t hurt mom anymore. As I will find a way to give you and mom an allowance every month. So, don’t ask her to give you money.” “As long as you give me allowance too, then I won’t,” Diego said without looking back at her, which made Mariane nod. “I will, dad. I promise.” Diego stood up and was about to get out. He was planning to go to the gambling den, but Mariane stopped him.

She thought back to three days ago in his study. He'd have killed her because of a slap. One slap. She wasn’t defending herself, she was wrong. But still, he could have been nice. Maybe slap her back, but not try to kill her. She recalled crying to bed. Tears streaming down her face while she stared at the ceiling as realization dawned on her, that she was to marry in three days. Now here she was, getting glammed up for the ‘big day’. She was just twenty four and she was already getting married. Not even to a man of choice, but to a Mafia’s Son. One who despises her with every fiber of his being. One who’d kill her without as much as a backward glance, a second thought.