The Mafia Beast's Blushing Bride Novels & Stories

Blondie hissed. “I demand a lawyer. He would know whether or not it is right for me to die. Wait, the mafia allows you to get your own attorney right?” I asked tilting my head. Blondie grinded his teeth “We are NOT from the mafia” he snarled at me. I smirked. “So you are escorts? Oh okay. Well I see you like it rough. Role play and all, good job. You get an A+ for acting, but I am more of a handcuff kind of girl. Makes me feel naughty, don’t you think?” I asked.

Rose began, leaning in and whispering conspiratorially as he walked away, “tell me, Bree, is it true that the mafia lifestyle is all brooding men in dark suits and endless drama?” “Oh, absolutely,” Bree replied, her tone completely serious. “Except with guns, but none of them seem to smile. We even have a contest to see who can scowl the longest. But then who needs you to smile when you look that good,” she ended it with a mischievous wink. I groaned, burying my face in my hands as they burst into laughter. Rose turned to me and said. “By the way, where’s this Bryon guy you mentioned? You know, the one who’s supposed to be so handsome?”

My bladder couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Miss, where do you think you’re going?” Roman grabbed me by the arm before I could take a step further. “That is not the way we’re heading,” he said. “I need to use the bathroom,” I replied, pulling my arm away. He was about to grab me again when I spoke, “You’ll leave marks on my skin, Roman. Do you want Moretti to think that I’m not your boss’s beloved daughter? If they find out I’m just someone you could easily abuse, they wouldn’t take this marriage seriously.”

A commitment to maintain peace. I wasn't a complete moron. I was aware that this was also about money and power, but it wasn't the whole story. Both were experiencing a decline as a direct result of various criminal groups such as the Russian Mafia known as "The maquese," the Taiwanese Triad, and others striving to increase their influence in our areas. It was necessary for the various Italian families throughout the United States to put an end to their feuds and collaborate in order to prevail over their adversaries. It would be an incredible privilege for me to wed the eldest son of the New York family. Since the day I became engaged to Damon, my father and all of my other male relatives h

He responded with a smile that could convince anyone that he actually was happily in love. I guess they all attend acting classes before being accepted into the mafia. “Do you Sarah Yama, take Lorenzo Doralga as your husband?”. He asked, facing me and my throat immediately became dry. If I say no. What would happen? I thought to myself, when the mafia man nodded to his right, making me look there, only to see a riffle pointed at me. “Y-Yes, I do.” I responded with a shaky voice. I guess my torture just officially started.

Most importantly, his killer aura was palpable. “Arrgghhh!!” screamed two Blood mafia members as Jeff grabbed their heads with force. Bang! Jeff slammed their heads together, killing them both instantly. After that, he looked back at the Blood mafia members in front of him. “Tsk, how dare you try to kill my future wife?” he said, then returned to slaughtering the mafia members. The front yard was in complete chaos due to the arrival of Jeff, Law, and the Black Wolf mafia members. The sound of gunshots mixed with screams of pain. Tonight was truly a terrible night, with blood splattered all over the ground.

The moment I have been waiting for, "yes " I replied, still holding my breath, can't believe I am married to a mafia, I knew he was holding his breath. It a challenge for both of us, " Lily, if we can't make this work we would never see each other again" he said, Finally, let out the air he has been holding for a long time. Thank you Lucian, for accepting me. He pulled me in for a long and passionate kiss .

Water droplets slid down his hair, tracing the sharp contours of his chest. What could be more captivating than the most dangerous and handsome mafia heir? It felt as though Luna had stumbled upon a fortune cookie—but its message was concealed with both hope and fear. His gaze settled on her. It was obvious she was fidgeting with her fingers and biting her lips repeatedly. She looked nervous. Scared. Anxious. A playful smirk spread across his ruggedly handsome face. Slowly, he made deliberate steps toward her, the faint sound of his movements announcing his approach.

When I made no attempts to move, he forcefully grabbed my arm and hooked it in his. "Non farlo Alessia. Mi metterai in imbarazzo. Metterete in imbarazzo la mafia (Don't do this Alessia. You will embarrass me. You will embarrass the mafia).’ He growled lowly. I don't miss how he wanted to say his mafia. I smiled tensely as I was handed a bouquet of a dozen white roses. | took a moment to appreciate the beauty of my wedding. | wore a beautiful dress and was standing in an idyllic castle. Just as quickly as that image crossed my mind it left.

I felt the colour looked a little off so I had it packed for further investigations. We were about to leave when Jake saw a bracelet in the sand. He picked it up and when we inspected it, we saw an inscription inside it. The inscription was written in an ancient language but at the end, there were engraved images of a howling wolf and a black moon. We brought it back with us along with the discoloured food. We were about to take a bypass into the Crimson Rose territory when we smelt blood. We all spread out and saw a woman gasping for breath.