Romans & histoires My Mafia Husband Chose His First Love

I murmured, recalling the words of her husband and brother. “Submissive, me? Never! I understand the mafia hierarchy and respect it. For example, I know when I can tease my brother and when I need to respect the Capo of the Camorra.” She started chatting excitedly, unbothered by my nudity. “Like when I fell in love with Frank, he acted as my brother and didn’t try to stop me. He knew he’d taught me to choose someone who would honor not just the mafia.” “It’s incredible that you managed to marry for love in the mafia, especially with your family being at such a high level.”

I see my husband explode in a loud laugh and lie down, pulling me into his chest. “My love, we’ve been together for over ten years, and even though our friendship with the mafiosos is close, and we have some agreements, our life has never been based solely on the mafia…” I keep my eyes fixed on his, and we both look toward the door when Hassan enters the room and locks it to avoid being surprised by anyone. “Our life as a couple has always been part of the ‘First’. I was wrong not to accept that your presence was needed beside my mother, and I ended up betraying you. I was wrong when I broke my word and drank until I couldn’t distinguish my desire from reality…”

She even tried to step on me shoes with her platform heel boots but failed so I dragged her by the hand into a café which was a personal favourite as the owner was one of my mum's best friend. 'Jax baby how have you been.' cooed Leah as I walked in. 'I've been good, Leah how are you and your husband?' 'We're good darling. I see you have bought a female companion with you today.' she said smiling, clearly happy to see me out with someone other than my men. 'An addition to the family business.' Her face fell; she had hopes just like my mother that I would fall in love and get married and have children but this is the mafia. Love was a simple weakness that I for one as the boss could not afford

And my blood ran cold. "Do you hate the mafia that much, amor?" "What do you mean?" I innocently asked. "Asking me whether I'd care if the mafia falls... Asking me to dispose of Old Barry, the most loyal person to the mafia... Then, asking me if I'd hate you and if I love you more than anything, more than my empire... Fallon, my wife, you're treading on dangerously thin ice right now." His soft, loving expression remained which confused the hell out of me. His face and words don't match.

“You don’t have time. He’s acting as we speak. Your lavish spendings are also putting a financial strain on our accounts. With the mines being sold off, we will not have any money left! Even the other families are turning away from us. We must target the gold mines up south-” “We’re the Hawkins!” Hector snarls. “The Hawkins family owns all the mafia families out there! Their businesses are tied with ours. They won’t desert us. And as for the wedding…it’ll go as planned. I will not reduce the expenses for it. Elle and I have been waiting for this day!” Jeremy’s lips thin at the mention of Elle. He dares not say anything in front of Hector but Jim knows that Jeremy loathes Elle. There’s someth

“You never make anything easy.” “You think this is love?” I spat. That pushed him over. He grabbed my jaw and slammed me back against the chair, his face inches from mine. “You should’ve stayed away from him,” he hissed. “But no, you had to run back to your mafia husband. Do you know what he’s done? What he really is?” “I don’t care!” I screamed back. “At least he’s not you!” The words hit him like a slap. For a moment, I thought he’d hit me. But instead, his expression changed and turned calm again.

He said tilting my face so we could look at each other. "I love you more than anything, Alessandro. I am blessed to be wanted by the mafia prince who treats me as his queen." I joined our lips for a kiss to seal our infinite love for each other. We broke apart when the three sources of our happiness marked their presence in the peaceful garden by their noises. "It's time to tell them, I guess." He looked over ours son. "I guess so." I exhaled deeply but it was the happiness I behold dearly. My arranged husband and my chidlren with a mafia empire thriving under its first female boss.

He said. "I had just succeeded my father in Mafia... I was in America when I met your mother... Slowly we fell in love but she had no idea that i am mafia, i kept it secret not wanting to loose her. But she found out. She put forward the condition that if i want her then i have to leave mafia which wasn't possible. My father would have kill both of us... We parted our ways, but she was always on my mind... I could look at any other girl... But it was different for her, she moved on. She got married had her first child..." I was not sure if I should really believe him. Can man like him really love someone like this, but Valentino haven't married anyone else. Amanda was his only daughter.

" Is this what we're doing now? A question for a question?" I shrug, leaning back and putting on my game face. " I don't see why not." She just stares at me for a while. "Okay, then. Since you really want to know. Love and the mafia do not mix. Never have, never will." My eyes widen. " Hurricane was in love with you?" Her eyes darken with an expression I do not quite understand. "He wanted to marry me." My chest constricts at the millions of emotions in that one sentence. Pain, sadness, confusion…anger.

However, that didn’t mean that Sebastian didn’t have his men watching her. “I love you, Nikolay” Kiara whispered breaking my train of thoughts. I looked at my beauty who was sitting on the sink’s counter, bare for my eyes to see. She was mine as I was hers, everything that has happened throughout the first year of our marriage simply made our relationship what it was today. The love we had for one another, the strength that the two of us had in our relationship was something that everyone envied us for, though no one really knew what we’ve been through. Aside from the people who personally knew us and were trusted friends or family. Everyone always thought that the two of us started out as t