Sweet Encounter: Marrying The Strongest Mafia Novels & Stories

"I heard you're getting married. And from what I've heard, the bride is a real beauty." I stopped and looked at him with indifference. Marco and I had a long history of rivalry in the mafia, and he loved to provoke and test my limits whenever possible. However, I had learned to keep my cool in his presence. "Marco, it's always a pleasure to see you," I replied with a fake smile. "You know how mafia business goes. We need to strengthen our alliances from time to time." He laughed, clearly finding my situation amusing. "Ah, yes, business. Always so serious, DeLuca. But tell me, how does a man like you plan to stay faithful to one woman? Or are you already thinking about how to cheat on your br

Drugged by my fiancé and my best friend. Dragged into the penthouse of New York’s most ruthless Mafia Don. But instead of panicking, my tight nerves finally let go. I'm finally home. My fiancé thought the drugs fried my brain. He grabbed my jaw roughly. "Listen up, bitch. Our gang's port smuggling route depends entirely on tonight!" "Word is Cassian's been looking for a woman with a specific butterfly birthmark. The one on your collarbone should fool him." "Serve him like the slut you are. Make him happy. Once the deal is done, I'll even toss you a few stacks of cash." My best friend stroked her red lips and giggled. "Yeah! Getting into the Don's bed is a blessing. Don't act like a prude. On

The mafia and the cartel had never gotten along so well. When I had nothing left to give her, neither a shred of my heart nor a drop of my cum, she lifted her head and looked down at me with a lazy smile, her dark eyes dancing with the joy of being alive. Something icy and hard cracked within my chest, and I felt the corners of my mouth lift in response to her awestruck gaze. My Maria...so fucking beautiful...I was going to fucking marry her. My father might not approve. But as the boss, he would have to see it would be a good alliance.

But not Alexandro. He sat at that table like he owned the room. His father, Marco Campania, was already a legend. Ruthless, strategic, feared across Europe. But it was Alexandro who stole all the attention without saying a word. Even my uncle—the leader of the Leoni—kept glancing at him. There was something magnetic about him. Dangerous. Royal. And absolutely off-limits. You see, Alexandro had sworn never to marry anyone from the mafia. His father had been trying for years to get him to choose a wife. Every time, Alexandro refused. He had one condition: the woman he married had to be innocent. Clean. No knowledge of mafia life. No blood ties. No involvement.

Then I cleared my throat to dispel my nervousness and said, "I'm curious. There are many beautiful women for you to choose from and I'm sure that your family will easily find the best woman for you. But why did you choose me?" "I have 3 reasons for it. First, I just follow my instincts," he replied quickly. I tilted my head slightly as a sign that I didn't understand. However, then he spoke again. "Second, nobody can be trusted in the mafia business. But on the other hand, I need someone who can be trusted to be my wife even though just in contract.” "..." "At least I'm sure you will never stab my back.” I laughed at his words and then said, "What makes you so trust me?"

In our world, it is considered offensive to marry an outsider but I think Dante doesn't care what anyone thinks as he was the capo and he has his brothers to back him up. After that I met the smallest Ricco who would've been not more than eight, he smiled at me and then shook hands with Alex. He congratulated Alex and then looked at me as he said "Welcome to the family" It was kind of hard to believe that he was Ricco as he was so cute and innocent. But just then Marco came and he also congratulated us, "Ready to draw some blood," he said as he patted my husband on the back who looked annoyed at his brother's words.

but I shook my head, joining the fight, the intrigue deepening as I spotted the mole—a trusted capo named Mariano, turning his gun on Sanna with a sneer, revealing his betrayal for the sheriff's promise of power. The room erupted in gunfire, Mantovani tackling Mariano to the ground, their bodies rolling in a tangle of punches and grunts, and I covered them, shooting at the remaining attackers, my heart racing as Mom fired her first shot, hitting one in the leg, and Sanna pulled her close, his voice rough with emotion, "You did good, Elena; we're in this together." The battle raged, the war taking its toll as Conti dropped Ryan in a corner and joined the fray, his shots precise and deadly, an

, he said and leaned down to brush her lips with his lightly. “And I will claim you as mine soon”, he added as he sat up. Arya felt her lips twitch, wanting more. “In your dreams”, she said. “Then that’s good because I am already living my dreams”, he said. ************************************* Maria went over the plan in her head over and over again. Nothing could go wrong today. The hall was filled with different people from different mafia groups. She has been in some of these men beds. “Maria”, someone called from behind.

Some danced with poles, some topless, but all in various forms of undress. A tug at my hand forced me to look back at the men who were done discussing. Lorenzo presented his hand, on which I saw a crested ring. Giovanni knelt down and kissed the ring and my jaw went slack with the shock reminder that I was now involved with the Gallieni Mafia, whether I liked it or not. “Chelsea,” Giovanni raised his voice and a blonde woman wearing a blue sequin bikini top and tiny short shorts strolled up to him, bowing to Lorenzo, her breasts nearly spilling out of the cups.

He smiled. I took a seat opposite Uncle Michael and looked out of the window. I couldn't help but wonder who the man is I am going to marry. Yes, you heard me right. I am getting married to some mafia boss in America. Uncle Michael asked me if I would be willing to marry someone to make our mafia stronger since the man I would be marrying was bigger and stronger than our mafia. I had to agree because Uncle Michael didn't have any children to marry off. My parents still don’t know about this arrangement and I would like to keep it that way. They can't know I married a man to help our mafia. Mom believes in love but I don’t. Love is for people who are weak.