Surrendering To My Mafia Wife Novels & Stories

It’s unsettling, and my curiosity threatens to drag me down the wrong rabbit hole, but I force myself back to what matters. Hours later, I’ve narrowed it down to two possible ways to get away from my mafia husband. The first: the police. If I run to them, they’ll smuggle me out of the country to safety. I don’t want to get Aleksei in trouble, but unless I take that drastic step, there’s no way out.

I ordered Nina to bring Anaya breakfast in bed while massaging her head until she fell asleep. I smiled as I saw how adorable she was as she slept. In the last few days, I've discovered how badass my wife is. She kept the Mafia under control and our business functioning smoothly during the time I was abducted. She worked tirelessly for us without any complaints. It was admirable that she tracked me down, took charge of the mob, looked after my sister, and established herself as the leader. I am so damn grateful that Anaya is my wife.

This man was bizarre. "So, you know already, if you betray me, unfortunately, I won't be held responsible for my actions, dear Emma. Now you'll be my wife." In one day, I'm just a waitress serving orders in a diner, the next, I'm handed over to the worst man I could have ever imagined meeting, the mafia Don. I don't know what I will do from now on.

If what kind of a mistake have I ever done in order for him just to hide me as a wife, but until now the answer remains blank. I was back in my sense when his door suddenly opened. He stood and stared at me seriously while wearing nothing other than his boxer shorts. I immediately took my eyes off of him and then continued walking. Even before I could get away I heard him call his men and ordered to dispatch the woman he had slept with. I laughed softly as I walked down the stairs. Yes, it is also not new to me to hear such a command from him. He is a mafia boss after all, a ruthless one. And I, Jazzie Zamora, am his wife.

"Is he dead? Is my father dead?" "No. He was taken and will be returned after you wed Fabian Belucci." "Who took my daddy?" My tears spilled. She wiped them with her thumbs. "Tell me! Let's go to the police! Why are we not going to the police?" "Mija, these people own the police. Your father was taken by the Mafia." Dio! Chris and Frank were right. I am a Mafia bride! "They came in the middle of the night... a dozen armed men. They beat up anyone who got in the way and took Giovanni. I don't know whether you understand this mija but you are a Mafia Bride. You can't run away from it. The only way out is if we all die. If that happens, we will be free but everything we own goes back to the Maf

“I would like to thank you all for coming to my mother’s birthday dinner and I would also like to use this medium to introduce you to my new wife.” As my words came out of my mouth, I heard a collective gasp from the crowd but I didn’t care about any of their thoughts. I turned to where Maya was standing and beckoned on her, she hesitated for a bit but made her way to me. “This here, is Maya. She is my wife and also the mafia queen, you would give to her the same respect you give to me,” I let out in a stern tone and I could see everyone exchanging weird glances. Maya beside me was tense but I gently squeezed her hand to calm her down.

In my last life, I drowned because I abducted the lover of Simon Rossi, my mafia Don fiance, before our wedding. When I opened my eyes, I was back on that day. "Please, don't hurt me! My husband is a mafia Don, and I'm pregnant with his child! He'll never forgive you if he finds out! The young lady, Giara Vaughn, pressed trembling hands to her belly. Her tears threatened to spill as she looked at me and my crew behind me.

I put my hand above the piercer and looked up at him. "You know why I own the biggest mafia? Because empty and baseless threats like these don't faze me" His eyes opened in shock "So you rather I kill your wife?!" It was clear my response angered him "Go ahead" I stood up and dived forward catching Vera in my arms we rolled on the ground as explosions erupted everywhere. I shielded her and she clutched unto me as the sounds echoed round the room. Soon the place was engulfed in flames and I looked down at Vera.

The girl he knew as a hater of violence turned herself into a Mafia queen itself. In the past one year he heard a lot about Myra and her involvement with the underworld, but today only he saw the truth through his naked eyes. His wedded wife was standing across the large table. But the distance felt like miles for them. None of them could cross the distance to reach each other’s embrace.

She was about to cross the line from being tipsy to being really fucking wasted. "You're a bad man," she pouted. "How so?" I leaned forward, actually curious about what she had to say. She closed her eyes, humming. "You're in the mafia. You run the mafia. You kill people. You hurt them. You make money off of their suffering." "It's just a job. Nothing personal. And besides, you're a member of the mafia too." She scoffed. "Only because I'm married to you. My family has never engaged me in their..." she scratched her head, trying to find the words, "...activities. "