Sweet Encounter: Marrying The Strongest Mafia Novels & Stories

That was when it became obvious that my father was selling me off, and I started agitating about the kind of deal my father must have struck to hurriedly push me away. He wouldn’t hurt me, but it’s risky to fully trust a businessman and a well-known, capricious mafia lord. Throughout the day, I was uneasy and confused. I was scared. Marriage is a thing of joy, but it becomes a business deal when there is no happiness in the family. My father wanted something simple and short—no marriage ceremony, no vows, only joining my partner at his house. Unfortunately, I had no plan on listening to him because I knew more than anyone that marriage is one occasion in a lifetime that can never be repeated

At this time the door of the warehouse suddenly opened, the gangster came in, inside the gloomy only the countertop of the light, he one by one, the warehouse lights all up, the warehouse suddenly brightened up, like daylight. At this time Yang Shuting is lying on the ground, the gangster came over, saw her good-looking, the body is even bumpy, lips raised a wicked smile. The gangster walked to her front, slightly bent down to look down, really bright and beautiful a beautiful woman. The white as snow cheeks are slightly flushed, a light smile hanging on the pink lips like cherry blossom petals, he could not help but gulp, can not help but want to bite on. His hand gently flipped over her mi

He gave me a look of pity and looked down at his hands to tell me the most shocking news I would ever receive. “Your girlfriend is the daughter of a mafia leader- the most notorious one in Italy. You should tell her what happened, for your safety” He advised. I didn’t know how to react to the news so I remained silent, staring at Stephen in bewilderment. I had assumed her parents were simple business people, not part of a mafia.

and then pause again, searching for the correct word. “OK! I know this is unusual for you, but a kiss is harmless. Plus, he didn’t take anything from you, did he?” he is an Italian hunk with a career in the medical field or in other words 'hot cake' in the dating market. Of course, it is harmless, even delightful for him “Of course, he did!!!” Sarah's sharp eyes lock at Mike.

"You wear the Cruz name like a bulletproof vest. You hide. But every so often, the armor cracks. I want what's underneath." I couldn't draw a full breath. "And what do you find there?" His hand caught my jaw. I tilted my head into his palm, a silent surrender. He didn't hesitate. He claimed my mouth, his tongue forcing its way past my lips with a slow, predatory intent. My knees went to water. I gripped his waist, fingers digging into the expensive fabric of his shirt to keep from sliding into the dirt. Santiago groaned, a low vibration in his chest, as he shoved me hard against the shed. He kissed me with a hunger that felt like an execution—final and absolute.

She knew that she would never forget this chance encounter, and she couldn't help but wonder if their paths would cross again. As she watched Lance walk away, she realized that she had just met her true love, but he was a Mafia Boss, and she was a simple woman, the biggest plot twist of her life. As Bella walked away from her chance encounter with Lance, her mind was racing. She couldn't believe what had just happened. A powerful Mafia Boss, who was feared by many, had saved her life and showed her a hint of kindness. She couldn't help but feel a sense of attraction towards him.

I felt his eyes on me, but I stared at his chest, taking in his three-piece tailored black suit. “We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Mafia boss and the Mafia princess.” the priest began, and everything else he said after that became muffled as I felt the pressure of too many eyes on me; it felt like I was suffocating on air. “Do you, Daisy Blackwood, take Lorenzo DeLuca as your lawfully wedded husband, to stand by him through sickness and health, through pain and gladness, for better and for worse till death do you part?” the officiant asked, making me let out a deep breath. There was no going back now.

His smile didn’t reach his eyes. She demanded to know who he was. He introduced himself as Damien Cross and walked into the office like he owned it. Marco instinctively reached for his gun, but Damien didn’t even glance at him. His full attention stayed on Elena as he offered her a deal that would guarantee her survival. She told him she didn’t need his help. Damien said she did. The Five Families would never accept a woman with no experience running territory this valuable. They would dissolve her holdings and kill her within a week. But if she married him, their families would merge. She would gain his protection and his army. He would gain half her territory.

For the first time, I saw not just the man who controlled everything but the man who would destroy anyone who disrespected me. It made my pussy tingle. I loved a chivalrous man, like Jabari from Entergalactic. Dinner was an endless conversation about mundane things. Every woman at the table was dripping in diamonds and gossip. They smiled with perfect teeth, all wives of mafia lords and crime bosses. “So,” one of them drawled, a brunette with too much perfume and a Cartier bracelet, “how long have you two been… engaged?” Azrael didn’t hesitate to lie. “Six months.”

There will be no scars. Rafael returned to my side. His thumb brushed gently over the uninjured side of my face as he said nothing. Giovanni slowly dragged himself upright, dizzy and barely conscious. He stared at the way Rafael looked at me: openly tender, unguarded in his concern. Something twisted across Giovanni's face. Jealousy. Possession. Perhaps even something darker. "So…you really married him."