Swapping Mafia Husbands Novels & Stories

She calls out from the door. “Don't worry Glinda, you don't have to remind me. I will never step foot into this wretched house to beg you or your whore of a daughter”. I enter the limousine and shut the door. The car drives off. Damien's POV “Sir, please. I will return every cent I took. I have a family to feed, please don't do this”. Marco pleads. He is tied to a chair. He is bloody, after being beaten to an inch of his life. He was in charge of my boys in the underground casino downtown, he had been embezzling funds from me for almost a year.

"She stole my lover. Lucas doesn't really like her, but he was forced by his grandmother to marry Kanaya." Gio's attention was finally diverted to Miranda. "Arranged marriage? So she married Lucas because it was arranged? But I see that she really loves her husband." Miranda smiled crookedly. "Yes, out of gratitude, but Lucas actually hates Kanaya very much. Lucas only loves me. Just so you know, Lucas often treats Kanaya badly." "What?" Gio looked shocked to hear what Miranda said. "Kanaya looks happy because she's afraid of Lucas, who is a cruel mafia boss. If Kanaya dares to act up even a little, Lucas could finish her off."

Henri hesitated for a moment. "Ma'am, we just received some news from New York… There's big trouble in the Falcieri family." I looked up. "What is it?" "Don Falcieri is unraveling," Henri said, his voice low. "Tearing the estate apart, apparently. He's put the pregnant widow under house arrest." "Also, the CFO, Silas Romano, has disappeared. They say he absconded with a large sum of money." My fingers stilled on the phoenix pendant.

“You’re not going to cram your new wife into that pool house, are you?” “New wife.” I exhaled, laying my head back and looking upward at the stars. I’d lived twenty-seven years without a woman at my side. Mi padre decided that was too long. After the blip our alliance went through, he decided it would be best to form another bond with the Italians. Cue my upcoming wedding. “You’re not changing your mind,” Em said. “The Mafia offered up their princess.” He laughed. “Of course, she’s not as pure as that redhead.”

I was ridden with the joy that comes with getting married to the person you love. When you’re twenty-three and getting married, it may seem like the best thing happening to you. Everyone was excited, including my father – Danielo Mahonnas – which was an unnatural thing, considering how strict and hardened the man is. But Rafael is a Conti, the son to my father’s second-in-command and in the Mafia society my family belonged to – The Vices – it is always smiled upon when there is a marriage between the children of the mafia lords. So we all prepared for the wedding that was supposed to be the biggest in Newark this year. The Mahonnas and The Contis, a match made in the mafia heaven, a combinat

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His tone was calm to the point of atrocity. "That is a rival stronghold. We have to follow the rules. Since they want to talk, you will go represent the family." The Capo was frantic. "But Don, the Madam has no training, and her body..." "She is a Mafia wife!" Marco interrupted coldly. "She has enjoyed the glory and wealth for so many years; now it is time to make a sacrifice for the family." He walked up to me, looking down with a hint of impatient charity. "Stop stalling. It's the code of the Mafia. They wouldn't dare actually touch the Don's wife; they just want to humiliate me a little."

“You’re really not good at boundaries, are you?” I could tell she had been crying, but I didn’t say anything. I understood, she would need to let her emotions out. Cheating used to be part of Mafia, a normal. Men saw it as their right to stick their dicks in as many women as they wanted, the wives just had to deal with it. It was just never spoken about until Landon and Leo's ma. She was the mafia princess and her husband was the one that married into the fold.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I made a phone call. "Help me erase every record of who I am. I want to disappear so no one can ever find me." My friend on the other end of the line was stunned. "Vivian, are you sure? You nearly died at your wedding to the Don. And your parents, in that fire... "And all of Chicago knows how much the Don adores you. You've been married for seven years. You're really just going to walk away?" I clenched my fist and took a deep breath. "Yes." "Why?" I looked down. A small bottle of massage oil sat on the desk. For seven years, Vincenzo had Bulgarian white-rose oil flown in every day to soften the burn scars on my body. Every night, he massaged it into my sk

Nikolay said glaring at mum who shied back “ah, yes, I see that you too are familiar with them” It was true, a man in the mafia world could cheat on his wife with no consequence. He wouldn’t marry another woman while being married to his wife of course, but he could have his slaves. Women knew that these girls were there for pleasure, the woman could even get pregnant and have the man’s child with no issue, though the child would not be an heir of the family should his father die. That is unless the WHOLE family line of men died, and these men weren’t bastards, being children of a husband and wife, fiancé, or destined husband and wife. Couple or not, as long as their parents saw them fit for