The Dons Contract Wife From Butcher Novels & Stories

The Don flicked the ash off his cigar, smiling darkly. "I think my daughter makes a good point." "Even a mighty dragon can't crush a local snake. This is New York. Since you want to do this the hard way, I'll just help the Viscontis pick a more cooperative representative." The Don slammed a partnership contract on the table, forcing an ultimatum. "Sign it, and partner with me." "Then let my daughter skin this bitch alive." "From now on, in the New York underworld, if I eat steak, you'll get soup."

Was there something in the water around Donato, or did every woman who knew him believe she had a special claim on him? And why, exactly, had he ended up married to the man at the centre of all this nonsense? A contract husband, Jesse, his mind cautioned. He mentally shook his head. Contract husband or not, Donato was still his husband, and this was getting too much. “Jesse.” Donato reached out to him. Jesse snapped out of his thoughts and moved back, creating more gap between them. “She's the lady giving you those ridiculous fuck-me eyes, right?” Jesse added. “The same one who had a quibble with Ginevra when she arrived at the dinner.”

He even climbed the fire escape to the west wing one night, banging on my window, begging me to let him in. Elijah's security guards dragged him away, but he fought them, screaming my name, until they had to restrain him. The papers had a field day. The Don of the Capelli family, reduced to a lovesick fool, camped outside his rival's penthouse. The headlines were brutal. "CAPELLI LOSES HIS MIND OVER EX-WIFE." "THE FALL OF A DON." His capos begged him to stop. "Don Capelli, you're destroying the family," Tony said, finding him sitting in his car in the rain, staring up at my window.

"Are you trying to make me jealous? Careful, or I'll walk into your office and announce to everyone that Don Vito Hart is cheating on his wife. With his old mistress." A chuckle. "Behave. Don't let her find out." The doors opened. He was standing there. Vito Hart. My husband. The Don of the Hart family. Suit sharp, tie straight. He stepped forward, wrapped an arm around Rosa's waist, and kissed her. She laughed and pulled back. He pulled her closer and kissed her deeper. She tapped his chest. "There's someone here…" Vito finally looked up. I turned away fast. My eyes burned.

his hands at his sides, and Sophia noticed something she’d never seen before: his fingers were opening and closing at his sides, a tiny repetitive motion, like a man working up the nerve to reach for something.He was nervous.Dominic Cross who could dismantle an empire before breakfast and make a room full of killers go silent with a look was nervous about marrying her.Judge Conway opened the book. The words were the same words every couple heard: do you take, to have and to hold, in sickness and health. They sounded different at midnight with no witnesses and a bodyguard by the door and the city glittering below like a circuit board running on power that the groom controlled.“Do you, Domini

Overnight, Lux went from being a kidnapping survivor to the unstable, obsessive, jealous madwoman everyone whispered about. Meanwhile, Lorenzo and Bianca were effortlessly recast as the innocent victims, unfairly harassed and slandered by her. Sometimes, conversations from passing visitors drifted through the hallway outside her room. "I heard Donna Antara lost her mind and started accusing her own sister." "The Don really has terrible luck. His wife survived and came back alive, only to lose her sanity. And now Miss Bianca lost the baby too." "But he's still willing to stay by her side and take care of her. Lorenzo really is devoted."

The night Luca Caruso became the most powerful Don, he slid a diamond ring onto my finger in front of the heads of the five major mafia families. "You'll be my only wife, Elena. No woman will ever take your place." I believed every word. I was the daughter of his strongest ally, and the woman who'd helped make him Don. For six years, I stood beside him through gunfights, betrayals, and assassination attempts. I even lost our first baby. The whole underworld envied me. They said Luca was cold to the rest of the world, but he would always give in to his wife. That lasted until the day before Luca's birthday, when I slipped away to Tuscany to surprise him. At the villa, I found Luca. He was sup

For all seven years of our marriage, I believed Nolan Harris was an orphan who'd never been to school and could only find work hauling cargo at the docks. Nolan brought home so little money each month that I worked two jobs every day to help make ends meet. Nolan practically lived at the docks and was hardly ever home. Every day, I cooked for him and had someone take him the food. Then complications during labor sent me to the hospital. There, I saw Nolan in a room with a woman I'd never seen before. She was crying in his arms. Nolan wore a sharp, expensive suit, and a crowd of his men stood behind him. That was when I found out Nolan had never been a dockworker at all. He was the Don of the

Six years ago, I took a bullet for Dante Romano, the head of one of New York’s most powerful Mafia families. The injury nearly cost me any chance of becoming a mother. At my hospital bedside, Dante swore that as long as I survived, he would never need children. Then, against all odds, I became pregnant. I was about to tell him when I heard a little girl call him Daddy in a voice message on his phone. That was how I discovered Dante had fathered twins with his former secretary, Bianca. Everyone in the Romano family knew about them. Everyone except me. Dante continued to call me the only woman he loved, even as he gave Bianca a ring and prepared her son to inherit the family. I didn’t confront

At thirty weeks pregnant, I had just left a prenatal appointment when a Porsche struck me and threw me across the pavement. Blood spread beneath my dress. My daughter kicked frantically, then began to weaken. I begged someone to call an ambulance, but the woman who had hit me remained behind the wheel, calmly touching up her lipstick before making a call. “Dante, I’m in trouble. A pregnant woman stepped in front of my car, and now everyone is blaming me.” “Stay inside. I’ll send someone.” Three minutes later, two black SUVs blocked the street. Six Valenti guards surrounded me and stopped the arriving ambulance. “She may be bleeding internally,” a paramedic warned. “We need to examine h