My Mafia Husband Chose His First Love Novels & Stories

Rod said. "There's something you need to know, Rod," I said to him. "What is it? Why does someone want you dead? Do you have enemies?" he asked. "My husband is a very dangerous person. He was a ruthless, merciless mafia boss who foughts for everything lethal and illegal just to get home to his lovely wife and make love to her to wash all the tiredness and worries away," I explained and his eyes narrowed, he was listening to me very carefully.

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. But I aimed for more.... ( The End )

“I’ve just come from one of the orphanages sponsored by the royal pack, and I’d like to know about your relationship with Abigail,” I opened the conversation and went straight to the point. “Abigail…” she murmured. “The orphanage director told me you once came to adopt a boy but changed your mind and saw me at the playground with Abigail,” I tried to jog her memory. “Yes…” she let out a sigh and began telling me of what happened back then. “Many years ago, my husband, a member of one of the mafia gangs, fell in love with me at first sight and even went so far as to reject his mate, forcing me to marry him,” she said.

He rose to his feet. And I stepped back, instinct kicking in. He cocked his head slightly as he studied me, brown flames dancing across the surface of his eyes. “As husband and wife, our bond is sacred. Our loyalty is unbreakable, our trust is undoubtable.” He took another step toward me. “When you call me, I will answer—always. We’re partners. We’re accomplices. We’re family.” He backed me up farther. “Don’t you pull that shit ever again.” When my back hit the stone wall and there was nowhere for me to go, he pressed his face closer to mine. “When you see my name on the screen, you don’t fucking hesitate. You take that call like it’s life and death. Disrespect me like that again, and this w

“Richard… what is he talking about?” He didn’t answer. His gaze was distant, haunted. For the first time since I’d known him, Richard Hale looked like he was about to break. When he finally spoke, his voice was low barely more than a whisper. “There was someone,” he said. “A long time ago.” I didn’t move. I just watched him, waiting. He sank back into his chair, like the weight of the confession had stolen the strength from his legs. “She was my first love,” he continued, staring at the floor. “Her family… they were part of a mafia clan. Dangerous people. They refused to let us be together. I left because they gave me no choice.”

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 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. "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.