Swapping Mafia Husbands Novels & Stories

I have no choice but to marry a stranger. I am getting married to Liam Salvador, the American Mafia's Don. I've only seen him once. The American Mafia is one of the top Mafia in the world and so also is the Russian Mafia. This will be a long ride. I have no idea how Liam sees women but I will not hesitate to put him in place if he does anything stupid. Even though this marriage will help both mafias, I will never give up my Mafia, marriage or not. I don't know what game father is playing but for now, I'll listen to what he says. The knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. "Come in."

Stella meticulously explained to me. "Change him? Change him to what and why?" I threw Stella another question. "Change Dante for the better. His parents death really messed him up. He is a hollow shell of his former self. Dante will learn to love you ok" Stella tried assuring me. I let out a laugh and reluctantly accepted. "Ok. Whatever love means to him" "I like you Stella. You are nice" I complimented her. Stella smiled at me. "You too. So Alina tell me, how does it feel to be the wife of the most dreaded mafia leader?"

From what I heard, it was because he decided to return to his hometown in Greenland. "Ah, I'm sorry," I said as I smiled at her, "I was a little unfocused earlier." I was lost in thought for a moment. My memory drifted back to the events of a week ago, to my conversation with my husband. When I asked him about his real goal before he will quit the mafia, he didn't answer me and instead changed the topic. Seems like he didn't believe me — I thought. I thought I knew a lot about my husband, but apparently not — I said to myself with a bitter smile.

Most of my cousins were either married or engaged at my age. I was an exception only because my parents were dead, so there was no one who could arrange my marriage other than Damon. Who had other important things to work on at that time, rather than looking for a guy to marry me, which gave me a little extra time than other women. But it came to an end when a war broke out between Cosa Nostra and the American mafia which made Cosa Nostra seek out Bratava for help and which eventually led to me marrying Alex, which scared me.

I tease which made her laugh. ” I actually like you alot Alec, and I'm so happy my brother brought us such a wonderful woman.” I place my hand on hers, appreciating the words she said. “ So? yeah as you already know my past, in the beginning of our marriage i was a rebel. I fight a lot with him but every time that happens we always end up having such great sex. I still hate him but not as much as before. But his obsession and possessiveness is quite suffocating at first. I tried as many times as I could to run away from his clutch but I always ended up getting caught. My husband is a Mafia Boss and his childhood and his father’s upbringing was different from us normal civilians. In short, wh

It is possible that the last few words of the oath that men had to swear when they were initiated into the mafia might have just as easily been the last words of my wedding vow: "I enter alive, and I will have to get out dead." I should have fled while I still had the opportunity to do so. It was impossible to get away now, as hundreds of faces belonging to the Chicago and New York Familias gazed back at us. Divorce was not an option. In our world, the only acceptable way for a marriage to come to an end was through death. In the event that I was still able to evade Damon's vigilant eyes and those of his minions, the fact that I violated our agreement would result in war. There is nothing my

threatened Diego. Vellina just scoffed for a while before finally she ended that phone call without the other side’s approval. She threw that phone to her car’s backseat because she wanted to ignore the incoming phone call, which she knew would be heard a little while later. Vellina was well aware of her husband’s characteristic. He wouldn’t want to lose an argument. Since the beginning, their marriage wasn’t something she wanted. Diego was one of many subordinates of her father, the leader of a mafia clan in Naples.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

The man moved efficiently, pulling out a small black velvet box from his pockets. “You have rings, so? We don’t even have a priest, officiate, court or anything for that matter!” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, poor boy. You really don’t know how this works, do you? We’re mafia. We don’t give a damn about churches or governments. We make our own laws.” She leaned forward again. “And according to Bratva law, all that matters is witnesses and acknowledgment. Once Malik officiates, once Nessa and these men stand as witnesses, once the rings are exchanged, you and I are bound. Husband and wife. By blood and code.”

"People in my position get married every day. There should be no problem "Not when the blogs are writing what they are writing," Marcus snapped back through the line. "The financial forums are going crazy, David. They are claiming that your new wife is the daughter of a business rival you secretly ruined last month. They are reporting that you used blackmail and forced her into a sham marriage to legally seize her family's remaining shares and block a major market merger. The institutional investors are panicking because it looks like hostile, illegal coercion. They think you used your wealth to bully a helpless girl to steal her assets."