Novel & Cerita Sweet Encounter: Marrying The Strongest Mafia

Her words came fast and hard, each syllable landing like a stone in my chest. “No... No, Yes, I understand, but ...” “But what, Francesca? This is an opportunity! You wouldn’t just be his wife, you’d be the Luna of one of the most powerful Lycan families in the entire territory. And he already respects you enough to ask for marriage, not some scandalous arrangement like that disgraceful Gianni.” I flinched at the mention of Gianni, the memories of his betrayal still fresh and raw.

Kathy sighed "I just want the best for you ,you can stay with with far away in the city. " "I will be fine " I reassured her as I dropped the empty glass on the table . " We are running late !" Paco called out at Zayn. Zayn was still busy fumbling with his bow tie , he felt s sharp pain in his head as he searched his drawer for some aspirin . As he gulped it down with water he thought about how the wedding was going to be . He had heard stories of women in the mafia , comare's who had eloped with their lovers on the day of the wedding leaving the husband furious though he doubted that could ever happen to him but with Jean recent attitude no one could tell what the woman was thinking.

She tried to push him away, but he was too powerful. “Disgusting” she blurted. "Sofia Russo," the words rolled off the tongue of the infamous mafia don, Luca Greco, as he pulled her closer, his smoldering gaze locked onto hers. "Ex-husband Tony Moretti. Has a seven-year-old daughter, Isabella." Sofia's heart raced as she realized this man knew more about her than she'd ever imagined. "Give me a chance, sweetheart," Luca demanded, his voice silky smooth. "Let me take care of you and your princess."

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plans to action. 'Oh!' I exclaimed when he suddenly pulled me back, rolled us over and pinned me back in the bed. His legs carefully entwined with mine as his hand held my waist down in a way I couldn't make any single movement. What was I doing thinking I could escape from a highly trained mafia, I'm so dumb. 'Mmm,' he moaned, putting his face at the junction between my neck and shoulder. 'Where are you going?' 'To get something to eat.'

Elijah shouted back. He wasn't going to keep quiet and allow Eric intimate him because he is sitting on his couch… “I can't marry Jane or whoever is that, I suggest you ask for something else Elijah” Eric said, trying as much as he can to put his voice down because it won't do him any good raising his voice at Elijah knowing fully well the kind of person he is. In their Mafia world they know the people to watch out for and Elijah is one of those people not because he had so much power but because of William king, his father, however he won't let Elijah subject him or manipulate him into doing what he doesn't want to.

"Oh, yes. I would love to eat some Italian spicy chicken sandwich and some antipasti Micah listed her orders out and I breathed out at how much of a meal she had longed to eat. I turned the wheels to enter the other road, increasing the speed of the car. "Gentle Sullivan," Micah called, my name seemed to come off so easily from her mouth. "Yes, Signora," I replied and she chuckled. "Tell me why is Adam getting married so soon? He doesn't seem to like the idea." She started a conversation calling Adam like someone who had known him for months. "That is how mafia business works. We deal with marriages, childbirth, and money to settle a long-term enmity." I replied. Ignoring her questions would

"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 was clinging over him, holding his suit coat on my wrist as tight as possible. “I, Arius Accardo, took my Snowflake as my solely weeded wife as the queen of this mafia empire to flourish like your smile and tint your soul until it resembles mine. You already have my body, but in this marriage, I offer you every right I possess with equal respect and power.” He declared in a firm voice to shiver my every fire of body, and he ravished my mouth, draining all his anger through a kiss.

This felt totally foreign to me but it felt amazingly good to me. “I caught you. So, what’s my reward?” I asked him demandingly in a sweet tone. He smiled coyly gazing at me and then, quickly pecked on my cheeks. “ This is your reward,” he said and he chuckled with his sweetest voice. I couldn’t help but smile back at him like I was cheated but in a sweetest way that could ever happen to me. Among all the cheats that had occurred to me, this was the most sweetest one and the one I loved the most.