The Mafia Devil’s Contractual Wife Novelas e Histórias

Her words sounded something that was true, but yet, she didn't make any sense. "Well! For your information, according to the pact, no one from the underworld is allowed to harm the Mafia's Wife and if anyone does that, the pact is nulled on that person. Which lead you here. Today, you're here because of the consequences of your own actions, so don't play the woman card here," I gritted. She thought she could justify whatever she was going through, but well, she couldn't because she wasn't someone who did everything right yet got punished. She wasn't innocent, my Shona was.

Blake sighed, looking disappointed. Weylin looked down. How could he know that his wife was the assassin when she was so good at keeping secrets? “She worked hard every day and night, eliminating our enemies, and played a major role in creating one of the strongest mafia organizations - The Devils,” Blake said, looking keenly at his son. “Do you think the person who dedicated her whole life working under me will merely give up on being an assassin just because her husband, who even talked about divorce as soon as she woke up, wanted her to?”

"We are not leaving you alone in it. This job is difficult. Assassins wanted to kidnap her. She's Mafia Head's wife. And pregnant. A lot of enemies, Devil." "Someone has to do it." Devil snarled under his breath. "Our men are keeping close eyes on him." Dragon said. "I should be your boss, so none of you could disobey me." Devil said in a cold and frustrated voice. They all laughed. "Should we call you BOSS? Or Devil The Boss?" Beta mocked. The corners of his lips curled up.

"Tonight... I'm not your husband. I'm the man you betrayed." I kissed her then, without restraint, and she stifled a moan that threatened to escape her lips. "You should be scared," I whispered, brushing my fingertips along her spine, slow and teasing, then down over the swell of her ass. My palm lingered, gripping one cheek possessively. "Because you've just given yourself to the devil." I leaned down, my mouth brushing her ear. "And the devil? He doesn’t believe in mercy."

"Staying with you is the contract. And I love the contract because you're obliged to keep me close." "I would do that without the contract. I would keep you so so close..." I trailed off and closed our distance for a chaste kiss. As we parted, I gave her lip a little bit. "Because you know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer." Her face changed. She must've expected me to let this slide. Unfortunately, the mafia was heavily embarrassed today and someone must pay. "Who are those people, my dear wife?" I asked with a sardonic smile. "You let our last witness escape so it's only right that you replace him, yes?"

I couldn't comprehend what I had just heard. “What do you mean? I'm your wife? How?” My voice was shaking as I quietly retorted. “You'd fucking obey me, okay? Do as I say.” His grip on my hand became firmer as an old, rich lady approached us. “Is this her? She's so beautiful! Oh my.” The woman said, pulling me into an abrupt hug. She could have felt the way my heart was racing so fast, but I guessed not. “Mom, you fall for Massimo's tricks so fast. She doesn't even look happy. Don't you think he hired a fake wife?” A tall, muscular guy with a tattoo on his left arm smirked, walking into the conversation.

That idea still creep her. “But I’m married to Daemon,” she reasoned out. “Then file for a divorce,” he said sternly as if she came out with the lamest excuse ever after being caught red-handed. “I’ll think about it.” “Don’t take your time. I don’t wait for women to make decisions. Get out.” Devon nodded and went out with seething teeth. “It’s so fucking hard to live as a woman in a mafia’s family. What do they take me for? A thing they can discard? A goods they can exchange? I can’t believe this!”

I turned my attention again to him as he started in a very dominated deep voice. ' I am a Devil. The owner of this mansion and all the men and women working here Works for me... You know what mafia is?' I shook my head in no. I don't know what is this mafia. He sighs and continued. ' Well, the mafia is a big organization which does some... I mean all illegal works. We are all bad peoples, really bad. And I am their boss. That's enough for your little pretty head'

she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. He leaned close, whispering with a naughty grin, “You tasted the coffee after me. That means you’ve already shared with me, like a wife does with her husband. That sip was an indirect kiss, baby. It proves you secretly love being my other half, even if you keep pretending otherwise.” Her mouth fell open; she bit her tongue, realizing her foolishness. “The wife of the mafia don is also a devil,” he chuckled darkly. “Mrs. De Luca.” “Oh my stars! Such a monster!” she scolded, her voice a mixture of irritation and fluster.