روايات وقصص ضمن My Broke Husband Was The Mafia Don

she adds. Hmm! A man so awfully dangerous that she wants him for herself. I wonder if she has seen mafia dons before. Because if she has she would know just how ridiculous her claims sound. Weiss has been the sweetest man I have ever met. He isn't an entitled clown like Marcus. "So Weiss is a dangerous mafia that I should run away from but one that you're this desperate to marry?" I ask. "Well . . . my family is mafia too. That's why Weiss and I needed to marry. I have been a Mafia's daughter since childhood so I can handle him and those that he works with," she says.

Five years passed since I last heard from him, but out of the blue, my ex-boyfriend's voice crackled through the phone, demanding we get hitched in five days. The catch? My hubby was the top dog of the Mafia world, and we had two little rascals calling me mom. "Villa d'Oro, five days. We're tying the knot," Bruce Laurent's voice was as commanding as ever, a blast from the past I could not shake. Clutching the phone, I gazed out the villa's massive windows into the night, my mind racing. "Bruce, we ended things."

He took every opening he got, until finally the Don of the Vance family looked at him straight, just once. And I stayed at his side, handling the ugly business under the table, keeping him whole through every flash of gunfire and steel. I always thought we were lovers who'd been through hell together, comrades who held each other up. Then yesterday I learned the truth. The childhood sweethearts, the falling for each other young, none of it was real. My name is Hale. An old Sicilian family, generations deep, every last one of us hard as nails. My Family and the Marlowe outfit Adrian had thrown in with had been blood enemies for decades.

I knock his hand away, breaking his hold and turn, walking out with my heart beating like a drum of war. Don’t think about it, Cake. Don’t think about it. But I can’t stop it. I’ve just agreed to marry a mafia Don. Fuck my life.

"Try having your head slammed to the floor." He sighed, then placed his arm around my shoulders before mumbling, "Scusa. This is my fault. I shouldn't have kept you hidden." I leaned against him without saying a single word. Truthfully, I hadn't married Antonio for love. He was 20 years older than me and the Don of a mafia family in Chiron. He was powerful, but his hands were stained with blood. I had married him because my family needed his protection. And he had married me because he needed a young, beautiful woman to adorn his life.

If he has issues with someone, he simply avoids them. “Well, he is a good husband, so he needs to treat me well,” I informed him, lifting my chin slightly. He nodded in understanding. “No matter how well he treats you, remember that he is involved with the mafia. He is involved with illegal business. If something happens to him, you will be pulled down along with him,” Andrew reminded me, lowering his voice. Even though Jonathan always says that all his businesses are legal, I know he is involved with the mafia. Andrew doesn’t need to tell me. But I will not admit to anybody that my husband is involved in the mafia.

Each word that escaped Raphael's lips carried immense weight, further fueling the Don's growing fury. "You have no right to call her wife. That wasn't a proper wedding in the first place!" "No, you know well the promise and the legality of our marriage," he didn't smile but the power radiating from his voice is intense like he was about to grab the don. Suddenly, the Don's face reddened with rage as Raphael added, "Aren't you aware that your own grandfather and I established that rule? The rule that a wife belongs to her husband? By that logic, you have no right to interfere!" His voice resonated with indignation and a sense of entitlement, his anger reaching new heights.

He enjoyed her boldness and somehow found her to be his wife; she should maintain this aura. Yet, he can't let her win, so he decides to break her strong bubble with the following sentence, "Oh, dear. You believed in justice. Still, you got married to someone who does illegal things beneath white fortes...To take your revenge? You should go to cops, not to mafia, once you were freed." "So, as per my wife, aren't you half of the criminal as well, just like me?"

He said and then he got up. "Oh my gosh." I mumbled.. I need to ask Crystal about this when we go back to New York. "Just be my wife in front of people, you're free once there's no people around." He said and then he left me alone in the living room with the TV on. Oh my gosh.. My husband is a mafia.

Most men make their way out of the building as Don Marino was nicknamed "The Don of Dons", the man became ruthless after his wife and daughter died. He walks up to Emily and kisses her on both cheeks. " Mia," he says lovingly. He eyes Giovanni up and down, the latter lost for words. "As many of you know, my late wife and daughter were killed due to this man's actions. He has held my Mia captive since she was 17 years old. She has now decided to take over the Marino family business! My Mia! The new Don!" He exclaims. August stands there, astounded. Was this Emily's plan? It didn't make sense at all. She just outed herself as the granddaughter of the most powerful mafia Don in Sicily. How woul