Marrying The Mafia Ii Novels & Stories

I stepped forward and bowed my head slightly. “We are gathered here today for the union of this couple,” the priest began. “If anyone has a reason to object to this marriage, let them speak now.” There was total silence after that, and I concluded no one objected to our union, not that anyone could. My father was the Don of the American mafia while Dylan's father was the Don of the Italian Mafia, our wedding was not an ordinary union, it was a blood pact, meant to pay back a debt that my family owed to Dylan's family more than a hundred years ago an—

These Mafia customs demanded my marriage, a tattoo on my skin—branding me as a part of the Cosa Nostra forever—and a murder, all of which I had avoided long ago, because my brother, Adonis Vitale, was the capo, the boss of all bosses. There was no escape anymore. No avoiding my fate. Marrying Mariella Romano was for only one reason. Power. Her father was one of the most powerful underbosses, and that would have me a solid spot and allies that would come in handy. Because there was more than one person waiting to pluck me out of here, like a weed. But I wouldn’t go anywhere. I smirked as I said, “Just a year or two, until I kill my enemies and then Mariella will be gone, and you and I would f

The secluded cliffside villa glowed under a twilight sky, its stone walls a sanctuary from the city’s restless pulse. Kai Castellano stood beneath a rosewood arbor, his black suit unbuttoned, his icy blue eyes soft with devotion. Lorenzo’s revelation—ordering the deaths of Gianna’s and his own mother—had fractured his heart, but their empire, the united Castellanos and La Rosa Nera, held firm. Rosa’s intercepted message about a global mafia network loomed, a storm tied to Lorenzo’s old allies, but tonight, Kai chose love. Their first marriage was a strategic alliance; this remarriage was a vow of choice, a flame to defy the darkness. His jaw tightened, their quiet embrace, Gianna’s unwaverin

I said, choosing not to mention my GDF contact in case the line is compromised. He murmured his agreement, and I hung up. I buzzed Maria to come see me, and she entered in a few minutes. Maria is the widow of my father's former and late underboss. After the death of my psychotic father and his equally sadistic underboss, I had asked what she wanted to do, but she had chosen to come live in this secluded and faraway estate and family home. She had practically raised my younger sisters just as her own. I think her biggest regret is not being able to have her own child, and she had poured all that energy into raising my sisters into the beautiful women they are today after losing her womb due t

Now I yearn for everything he do possibly give me, every single thing he could do to my body and I would take it like his good girl. Placing a kiss on my neck, he lifts my chin up, my head is pressed into the pillow and all I can hear and feel is his soft kisses. His teeth graze my skin, I may not have what is called an adam’s apple but right now I wished he would keep marks on them. Marks that would make people know that I belonged to him. Our marriage wasnt open to the world, a few people know I was married after being dumped on my wedding day. I wish I could show them that I have a better man than John.

Rosie cried as she clung unto his fingers gently, although she knew Edwardo would not like to see her like this but she could not help it. Her husband was hurt. And she is heart broken. She placed her head gently at the side of the bed and sobbed. She knew that by morning Mason would be her and she would have to be strong for him so she gently sobbed with her head bowed in front of her husband. She remembered when Edwardo had told her that he wanted to become a full time husband she had objected to it and he had told her that the game of being a Mafia was a risky one but she had still objected saying that the game could not be so risky,but now she has realized how risky it was and she had al

I have no doubt that this maniac would really do what he says. “Titus over there is an ordained minister. He is very good, he even married my parrots but no one invites him because he is mafia. My wife nags me all the time about how she misses being a wedding planner. I know that she will make sure that everything is all dreamy and like the fairytale you dreamed of as a little girl. She’s damn good at it but again, no one wants her services because of me. Most importantly I feel like attending a wedding. You get to fulfil all our dreams today because we are getting you hitched to my friend.” Franco actually beams. Forcing me into this marriage really excites him. I swear there is a very loos

The woman explained briefly. “And me?” Martini asked, he knows exactly that as well and he is waiting for her to say those words that she promised to him. “Of course, you and Jada will get married. I’ll make you my right hand in all the businesses I will handle in the mafia, like what we agreed before in exchange for everything you did for me before, as you showed Jada our world, despite too many circumstances that occurred that weren’t included in our plan.” “But what if Jada doesn’t want to? And do you think Achilles Coleman will allow that to happen?” Martini asked.

Anger simmered under my skin as I stood abruptly, knocking back the rest of my whiskey, and slamming the glass back down on the desk I wanted to yell, to hit something, to put my fist through the wall, his desk, and him. Instead, I nodded “Okay then,” I said. Inside I was still boiling, the heat and pressure building. “Good,” my father said. “The contract for the engagement is in a few days” Marriages in the Mafia world were meant to build alliances And for the first time since walking into that mansion…I wondered who the real enemy was going to be. The Steeles;my father or the woman I was being forced to marry.

“Miss Jane, I know you had no choice but to choose me. If you don’t want to get pregnant, I won’t force you.” I froze instantly. Why was Marcus acting differently from our previous life? Subconsciously, I turned around, only to accidentally crash into his chest. The scent of cedarwood mixed with leather surrounded me, cold and clean. I quickly looked up at him and spoke seriously, word by word. “Marcus, I chose you willingly. I’ll take responsibility as your wife. We’re family now, and I hope we can get along well.” A slight ripple passed through his eyes. “Alright. I’ll be a good husband, too. But there’s a secret I need to tell you…”