Marrying The Mafia Ii Novels & Stories

The vase shattered against his temple, blood trickling down his face. Wiping the blood away, he raised his hand to swear: “Eva, if I break my vow, let me die under the gun of the enemy, leave no bones behind!” His sincerity moved me. That was when I finally agreed to be with him. He really wasn’t afraid of death. Dad paused. “I’ll contact Vincent immediately.” Vincent, managing the mafia empire in Sicily, was not easy to reach. I showed Dad a message on my phone. “The engagement contract is binding, and Vincent has spoken. The marriage won’t be canceled. Just wait until he returns to New York to finalize the details.”

“Please, Aurora. I’m sorry. Don’t kill me. I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean to hurt Liam. Please!” I stared down at her, disgust flooding every cell in my body. “I’m not going to kill you,” I said, ice in every word. “You’re not even worth the effort.” For a second, hope flickered in her teary gaze — until I straightened, turned to the entire room, and delivered her fate. “I am Mrs Matteo Rocco,” I said, my voice slicing through making sure it sank into that thick skull of hers. “Wife to the mafia lord, Matteo Rocco. And I promise you, Sofia… you’re going to pay for messing with my family.”

“My father and his Mafia group was killed by the second-tier Mafia. So, I joined young. Took power. Became what I needed to be. Killed them all. A sweet revenge. I had to tint my hair because they only accept old Mafias, not some new adult youngins." My hands trembled, as he continued. “To become successor, you marry twice. First, the late boss’s wife. Second, your real wife.” I exhaled. “So George’s mom?” He nodded. “Yes, she was first but George was already grown when I married her.” “And my mom?” “I regret that marriage.” he confessed. “So you can’t marry anyone else?” He exhaled deeply. “No. Whoever signed that paper… is my legitimate wife.” My stomach dropped.

"Sylvie, my love, you don't have to be afraid of me. I don't usually go to such lengths." I looked into his earnest, almost wary eyes and gave a faint smile. "I thought your approach was pretty effective." After all, Felix would never have backed down on his own. And I was tired of the whole mess dragging on. That evening, Harold threw a lavish dinner, calling in elders from both the Bonanno and Dallamano families to iron out the details of the wedding. This wasn't just a joining of two people. It was a strategic alliance between two mafia families.

“I’d rather get a bullet to my head. Over my dead cold body. What else, Papa?” “That’s all for now. Come home with her, and we’ll talk about what to do next.” “No, Papa. I need to know now or let me just kill Francesco, and my headache is over.” “No more killing. This is also a business alliance, Terzo.” I breathed through my nose as put down the empty glass. “This business alliance, Papa, does this involve marriage?” “Yes.” “So let me get this clear if I understand it correctly. I’m going to get that woman and bring her home, marry her for business alliance to pay my blood debt, or what?”

He smiled. I took a seat opposite Uncle Michael and looked out of the window. I couldn't help but wonder who the man is I am going to marry. Yes, you heard me right. I am getting married to some mafia boss in America. Uncle Michael asked me if I would be willing to marry someone to make our mafia stronger since the man I would be marrying was bigger and stronger than our mafia. I had to agree because Uncle Michael didn't have any children to marry off. My parents still don’t know about this arrangement and I would like to keep it that way. They can't know I married a man to help our mafia. Mom believes in love but I don’t. Love is for people who are weak.

Mother's already pale complexion turned ashen. I took her frail hand gently. "Mama, it's precisely because he's dying and doesn't even have the strength to sleep with me that I must marry him." "The orphans you raised have no family backing. There's no guarantee they won't develop ulterior motives later. But the Rossi family controls all the underground casinos, port trade, and arms dealing in Southern Europe. They won't covet our family wealth. This marriage will quickly consolidate our family's position. And when Vincent dies soon, I'll inherit part of the mafia resources as his widow, without having to fulfill any actual marital duties. There's no better candidate than him."

I have no choice but to marry a stranger. I am getting married to Liam Salvador, the American Mafia's Don. I've only seen him once. The American Mafia is one of the top Mafia in the world and so also is the Russian Mafia. This will be a long ride. I have no idea how Liam sees women but I will not hesitate to put him in place if he does anything stupid. Even though this marriage will help both mafias, I will never give up my Mafia, marriage or not. I don't know what game father is playing but for now, I'll listen to what he says. The knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. "Come in."

"Then you must understand how important it is. We have used all tricks in our sleeves to delay your marriage with the daughter of the Mizetti family and further delay will hint to them we're stalling. Luca, we have waited enough that you come to your senses and return home to plan your marriage" Danny paused and continued with a cold look, "You're no billionaire CEO, that's not your life. You are Luca Antonio, the fierce underboss of the Finest White and will see to the prosperity of your family. Mafia deals cannot be terminated easily and you, Boy, have helped destroy those who don't keep to their word with your family, so I believe you understand the gravity of this marriage. You must be m

She said, letting out a heavy sigh. "Do I look like I'm happy doing these things? I also want a family life. I'm at the brink of proposing to Tyler if he doesn't do it in a few weeks.” I replied, throwing my hands in the air. “N-no. I'm not asking you to do that but you should just get married. This is a secret you shouldn't know, your father left some special assets of the mafia family for you before he died and you are to get married to be eligible. You can only claim those assets when you become 24, and if you don't get married before then, then forget even being the mafia Lord anymore.” She said, averting my eyes.