Sweet Encounter: Marrying The Strongest Mafia Novels & Stories

"But if you don't, they'll eat you alive." The crowd is screaming now, chanting his name, my name, begging for the spectacle. And then he does it. He kisses me. Not soft. Not sweet. But deliberate, rough, a claiming. The room explodes in cheers. Heat surges through me—anger, humiliation, something else I can't name. My body stiffens, but he holds the moment just long enough for everyone to see. Then he pulls back, eyes burning into mine. The crowd roars, satisfied, already spinning the bottle again, already moving on. But I can't. I'm frozen, skin burning, chest heaving.

He forced my mouth open and pushed his tongue inside like he was trying to punish me with the kiss itself. I sobbed against his mouth, my hands still on his chest, pushing weakly, but he didn’t move an inch. “A…Alessandro” I sobbed as his fingers slid through my panties, dipping into my pussy. He rubbed my clit for some minutes, fingering me so hard that I cried. “P..please” I begged further. My body wasn’t ready. I cried harder, the sounds muffled against his mouth at first and then just out in the open when he finally broke the kiss.

- I need your loyalty, because I can't do it alone, but I can't allow myself to be betrayed either. - Okay, start by telling me who Maria De La Cruz is, the beautiful Mexican who saved my life, and it wasn't by chance. - I won't tell you much, but I will tell you a little at a time. But let's make it mutual. Do you know who your daddy is? - Yes, a former hitman, and right hand of the most mafia doctor in Latin America. - Very well, you have accepted reality, congratulations, and me? do you know who I am?

She was really curious as to why Darryl had stopped so suddenly just before the finish line, because for such an eager and reckless person as him, there was no reason to give up on the near victory. "Shut up." Darryl angrily let out a sentence to the surprise of the girl who had just been in the car with him. She saw Darryl's indignant expression and stood back in fear, not daring to utter another word. While everyone was surprised and did not dare to believe that the victory belonged to Sullivan, Darryl walked up to him. In a split second, Darryl delivered a punch to Sullivan's cheek. This punch was both fast and powerful, causing Sullivan's whole body to shake and fall to the ground. Sulli

"Tall, broody, deadly, and follicularly blessed. You're really setting the bar high for my mysterious fiancé, you know." "For someone facing a mafia engagement, you're oddly picky," he muttered. "Call it survival instinct. If I'm going to be Mrs. Giovanni Galliardi, I'd like to enjoy the view while I spiral into moral ambiguity." He gave her that look again—half-annoyed, half-amused. The kind that said she was trouble he never signed up for... but wasn't exactly trying to escape from, either. "You think a nice jawline will make this easier?"

“If you want revenge, this is your best bet. See ya in an hour!” Scarlett sighs and hangs up the phone. She debates with herself for a while before muttering, “F*ck it.” She gets into the car and drives off. Meanwhile, somewhere deep in the city, a man hangs up the phone. He’s sitting on a couch with a drink in his hand. His face is half hidden in the dark but he’s smiling. There’s a document in front of him; a marriage certificate. A young teenager enters the room and sighs. “Are you really gonna get through with this?” She groans. “She’s Hector Hawkins’ ex-wife and one of the members of the enemy clan! Whatcha even thinking?”

On Christmas Day, my boyfriend of five years, Damian Reed, threw me the proposal of a lifetime. I stared down at the ring resting on my finger, totally overwhelmed with happiness. I was just about to say yes when my father’s words suddenly echoed in my mind. "Anna, the only man you ever marry is the one willing to give you the wedding of the century, someone who wants the entire world to know he's taking you as his wife. "It's not about how much money the wedding costs," he used to tell me, "What I'm testing is his heart, whether he has the genuine devotion to reveal your true identity to everyone." My father, Marco James, is the Don of the James family, the most powerful mafia in New Yo

It feels like I’ve already been erased. I close my eyes, but all I see is her. Sareena: beautiful, effortless, and always the chosen one. She’ll marry Matteo Cattaneo, the future Capo of the Camorra. He’ll protect her, cherish her, and even burn the world for her. Whe won’t even know what it cost

Unlike Carina, who had grown up around them, knew how to act cute, and spoke as sweetly as a nightingale. More importantly, they saw me as a useless person. If it weren't for our campus romance in university, an ordinary girl like me would never have made it to the engagement with him. Giovanni was an Italian-American heir to the powerful and rising Vitale crime family. He was one of the strongest contenders to become the next Don. They had only tolerated me because of his insistence. Carina often threatened me in private: "You don't belong in this mafia family. You'll be eaten alive, bones and all. So behave yourself."

He lowers his gaze, his expression almost… vulnerable. — I have spent my life building an empire, crushing my enemies, never faltering. But you… you are my only weakness. My heart races. This man, who has terrorized the world, who has spilled blood without remorse, lays his defenseless soul bare to me. — I love you, I whisper against his lips. — I love you too, he replies, before capturing my mouth in a passionate kiss. --- The Marriage of the Eagle and His Queen The big day has finally arrived. The entire mafia is gathered. Powerful men, formidable criminals, allies from all over the world. Italy, Russia, Colombia… All are here to see the royal eagle officially take a wife.