My Mafia Husband Novel Novels & Stories

I heard his footsteps behind me and he yanked me by my hair, dragging me by my hair through the room and tossing me on the bed. "Let me go, Dimitrov. We have no business together. Just let me and my kids go" I cried desperately, kneeling on the bed. "We have no business together?" He asked in a deadly tone, gripping my jaw until it hurt. "You are my wife" he yelled in my face, his voice thick with emotions and his eyes blazing with anger. "You had my fucking children and kept them away from me" he let go of my jaw and I just cried. "You must be foolish to think I would let you go that easily after finding out that. You should have never come to that courtroom"

“Miss Jane, I know you had no choice but to choose me. If you don’t want to get pregnant, I won’t force you.” I froze instantly. Why was Marcus acting differently from our previous life? Subconsciously, I turned around, only to accidentally crash into his chest. The scent of cedarwood mixed with leather surrounded me, cold and clean. I quickly looked up at him and spoke seriously, word by word. “Marcus, I chose you willingly. I’ll take responsibility as your wife. We’re family now, and I hope we can get along well.” A slight ripple passed through his eyes. “Alright. I’ll be a good husband, too. But there’s a secret I need to tell you…”

​I poured a glass of whiskey and stared at the framed copy of my debut novel sitting on the shelf. Cara Mia. ​Writing it had been my only lifeline during this hellish year. It was supposed to be a catharsis, a way to process the madness of being a mafia lord’s wife. Every page was stained with the truth of us. I wrote about the way he smelled of expensive tobacco and gunpowder, the way his Italian filtered through his lips like a prayer, and the way he looked at me as if I were the only thing in this world worth saving.

Toby responds in a frustrated tone, getting up to leave while I stare at him with wide eyes. "I cheated on you, Toby. Archer initiated it, and I let it happen. I'm sorry. I understand this is a massive betrayal, and I know it means the end of our relationship. Please forgive me if you can," I blurt out, I continue staring at the coffee table, still avoiding looking up at his face. "Oh, Georgina, you married a mafia man. They will force you, but you have to give in. It’s better to just give into what they want-”

Harshly, but royally he pulled out the chair for himself to sit as Danica gently pulled her, with her shaky hands. She was strictly ordered to sit beside him and act like his wife since they were married tor almost 9 months. The maids quickly served them the dinner as Zeke and Danica started eating. The maids stood aside shaking, everyone feared Zeke. Of course why shouldn't they? Zeke is a mafia boss. Being cruel, heartless, brutal and rough was what he was taught to. Everyone had to think multiple times before doing anything because they knew, one wrong step and they're gone.

"I am Caius Falcieri. I just want to speak to my wife." The Falcieri name still carried immense weight in the European underworld. The guards looked at each other, hesitant to act. "Continue the auction," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "We don't stop for irrelevant interruptions." "Irrelevant?" The word seemed to hit him like a physical blow. He stumbled forward. "Alessia, I'm your husband." "No," my voice was like ice. "You are the Don of the Falcieri family. Nothing more."

The underworld of Chicago’s Italian power was alive again, breathing, plotting. And then she heard it. A laugh. Female. Familiar in a way that sent her pulse skittering. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, her eyes found her husband first. Adriano stood near the fireplace, a drink in hand, that cold composure etched into every angle of his face. But beside him— She froze. The woman was tall, elegant, with dark auburn hair cascading down her back and lips curved in a smile too perfect, too knowing.

Other nights, like tonight, he turned to me and fuck me hard, like he was taking out all that rage on my body and punishing me, even though I hadn’t done shit to cause it. Don’t get me wrong. I loved my husband. Vakrez was good to me most days, very protective and gave me everything. But being married to a mafia guy? It was tough and scary sometimes. The mood swings, the secrets and the way he’d come home smelling like smoke and blood.

one of the books will be about Francesca Luciano and Gianpaolo De Santis, called To Tame my Mafia husband. Here's the blurb as a little spoiler. She ends up taming the ruthless Mafia's heart. Francesca Luciano was forced to marry a man whom she had never met. Rumors said that he kills without batting an eyelash. Burnt down buildings and massacred people who went against him. Kidnaps girls because he's a slimy old pervert. To escape from this forced arranged marriage, Francesca tried every trick in the book. But she didn't expect her slimy old pervert husband to have dangerously sharp jaws, piercing grey eyes and strong tattooed hands that ignite fire whenever they touched her in places that

I don't know how to solve this situation, I don't want my grandfather to hurt me again, and I am sure he will, because every time, that we are on people's lips, for some inappropriate reason, he loses his head. My city is the host to the top brass of the Turkistani mafia, including my own grandfather. Everything is governed by the rules of men, and we, the women of the mafia, are in danger on a daily basis. All I know is that more than anything else in the world I want to be free and normal, my husband took that away from me. As I try to rest, tossing and turning in bed over and over again, I hear my bedroom door open. I sit up, to face the intruder, praying it's not my cousin, because right