My Husband Is A Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

ani ng Ginang ngunit ngumisi lang si Ace na siya ring kinagulat ng Ginang. Hindi siya sanay sa mga nakikita niya ngayon kay Ace at hanggang sa may pumasok bigla sa kanilang bahay na nakasuot ng mga tuxedo na lalaki at lumapit kay Ace sabay sabing, "Finally, Mr. Ace Luther. The Mafia King," At sa mga salitang iyon, napanganga ang lahat sa gulat.

Ham, sunny side up egg, hotdog, and fried rice. Nasabi kasi ni Manang na paborito raw na almusal iyon ng lalaki. Alam kong simple lamang iyon. Kaya naman para mas maramdaman niya ang effort ko ay ipagtitimpla ko siya ng kanyang kape. Iyon ang nakalimutan kong itanong kay manang. Pero kung magbabase ako sa kanyang itsura. He likes black coffee. Wala naman kasi akong alam tungkol doon. Madami pa talaga akong hindi alam tungkol sa kanya. Sa social media ko lang naman kasi nalalaman dati ang ibang impormasyon tungkol sa kanya.

Bago pa man ako makalayo ay narinig ko ang pagtawag niya sa isang tauhan at pag-uutos na dispatyahin ang babaeng nakasiping niya. Pagak at mahina akong natawa habang naglalakad paibaba sa hagdanan. Hindi na bago sa akin ang makarinig ng gano'ng utos mula sa kanya. He's a mafia boss after all, a ruthless one. And I, Jazzie Zamora, is his wife.

Nagugulohan na tanong Ynna. "Who is that hot fafa?"Nakatikim naman ng kurot sa magkabilang pisngi si Ambria kay Marju ng makita nito ang malagkit na tingin ni Ambria kay Clarke. "He's Clarke, my boyfriend."Sagot ko sa tanong ni Ambria, kaya hindi ko maiwasan ang hindi kabahan. Marami pa siguro talaga akong hindi alam tungkol kay Clarke, sa isang taong naming pagsasama bilang magkasintahan. But looking him wearing all black suit ay masasabi ko talagang membro siya ng Mafia. Pero kung totoo man iyon bakit niya nilihim sa akin ang tungkol dito, does he know about Samantha?

"I'm tired of searching." My father spoke again. "I want you to search for her again and bring her back." He commanded all the mobsters gathered before him. "But we can't easily get her; her husband is a powerful mafia boss in the entire city," pagpapahayag ng associate nila, halata sa tono niya ang pagkainis. My father took a deep breath, cigarette held steady in his hand. "You are members of my crew, you commit crimes under my direction—you follow my orders," my father stated firmly, his voice rising with rage, and he stood up.

You still hurt me as if I was your punching bag. Tears fell on my cheeks. But I decided not to wipe it. Baka malaman niyang nagtulog-tulugan lang ako. Ayaw ko na mabugbog pa. Pagod na ang katawan ko. My husband is an underground mafia boss. He is heartless, cold and he killed people without hesitation. Pero I am more evil than him. I don't care if he had connection, that he is powerful. Buo na ang desisyon ko, I'm gonna kill him. I'll make him pay for what he did to me.

Simula palang, mahal ko na siya –with or without my memories, I will always be in love with him. ‘Cause he is Alesandro Estevan, my mafia boss – the dangerous devil in human form and my husband, after all. He inserted his soft hand inside my t-shirt and he reached for my mounds and pinched my erected nipples that made me shiver for more, more excitement. Damn! Hmm. “I love you, wife… so much that even dying today is okay.” He sweetly whispered to my ear and his kisses went down to my neck.

“May meeting ako mamaya. Underground.” Alam ko na kung ano ang ibig niyang sabihin. Hindi na niya kailangang ipaliwanag. Months ago, I discovered the truth. That Drack Asher-my husband, the CEO, the man who brings me flowers and buys me purple cars-is also the head of one of the most powerful mafia groups in Europe. And I chose to stay. “I’m coming with you,” I said. Napatingin siya sa akin. “Leonora…”

He was always the one who defended me from our parents. “By the way V, how have you been now? I mean, aside from being married to my favorite student, what do you do for a living?” he suddenly asked. I drank some of my wine before speaking. “I’m a mafia boss and a CEO.” “Oh, I see. I’m so glad that you finally found something that would make you happy.” “How about you? Do you still have a connection with our parents?” I asked him. “Yes, I always go to their house whenever I have time. Actually, why don’t we go there together some other time? For sure, Dad would love that.”

Joker na pala ako ngayon. “Really wife? So your husband is a mafia boss now and what’s the other again? Oh drug dealer. I see.” There’s something on his voice. I can see his eyes. The color of it is in the shade of blue but it looks so sad. Kumikinang ang ganda ng mata niya sa madilim na kwartong ito. He’s laughing but his eyes didn’t. At bakit parang hindi siya madman gaya ng naririnig ko?