Novel & Cerita The Mafia's Forgotten Wife

A few days later... Marie walked into her mansion feeling uncertain after parking her car in the garage. Her memories of what happened a few days ago at her extended family's house still felt like yesterday. It was hard for her to accept the fact that all this time, her husband had been hiding the fact about his identity as the head of the mafia. Also, the fact that her husband decided to kill all of her extended family, leaving only her father, Uncle Charles, and Cecilia.

It was a strange sensation, like something buried deep in memory trying to claw its way back to the surface. “Like a forgotten memory,” I murmured, unconsciously massaging my chin as I searched through the haze in my head. “If you don’t remember the Mafia Wars from years ago,” Dexter explained, his voice lowering slightly, “they were eliminated during that conflict.” Realization dawned slowly. “Oh… I see,” I replied thoughtfully, piecing together the timeline in my mind. “Then what should we do?” “Still the same,” the boss answered without hesitation, his voice calm but edged with steel. “Eliminate anyone who dares approach my wife.”

That was hilarious. "Oh, it belongs to the family all right." I replied with a harsh chuckle. "This is an old mafia safehouse. Has been for years. And all the neighbors? That nice couple we went to visit? Retired mafia. In fact, everybody here is retired mafia. Why do you think we're so safe here? How does it have everything we need?" How could my wife still be so innocent? After everything she'd seen, everything she experienced? How could she not know?

His spy will keep searching for means of my livehood but will never see, they would want yo know the love of my life but she's taken, they will only see me to be the gay and abnormal man, drinking to stupor at a club or bar after some hectic days at the gym center. "Oh Emilia..." I groaned out in pains, my heart weeping at the way she was shot dead. They never allowed me to bury her, they took her corpse from me. One of the weird things which makes me to retire from me my mafia position. What's the use of being a mafia lord yet , I could not save my wife, I could not retrieve her corpse from my enemies. Some said, her stomach were ripped apart and her foetus which was my first fruit fed to D

FLASHBACK CONTINUES Rodrigo POV I’ve only ever meant the Hernandez brothers once in the few years I’ve been in charge of the Mafia organizations in the States. They were not to be trifled with, Luca was the worst of the two, Carlos was at least sane but just as short tempered. Everyone knew what Luca was, he was a deranged psychopath, who loved torturing his victims even woman and children. He was thankfully dead, killed by his own brother. Story goes that he got into a fight over a woman and Carlos managed to kill Luca, Luca was injured from a previous ambush, so it wasn’t a fair fight. The woman in question they were fighting over was none other than Luca’s wife. The faceless wife no one g

“That’s why you don’t have so much worry. Julia wouldn’t allow him to harm you.” “Yes. Although I didn’t know that until after I confronted him.” I look dumbfounded at my wife. She confronted a man connected to the Italian mafia in a public courthouse? This wasn’t the Claire I’d come to know nor have been married to for over five years. “Okay. Let’s get you back to the boys before I have a stroke.” I lead my wife upstairs gently and hold a hand out to Elena as we pass. I needed time to process and my boys needed their mother.

She laughed, I could feel her husband staring down at her like she was the sun itself and no other stars could exist where she shined. “I've been looking forward to meeting you." She said happily. I stared on in worry. I've never seen any soul born and raised in the Mafia world look so happy and pure. It was unnerving. Almost like Rino could feel it, he pulled me closer into him. I watched as her husband's hooded gaze followed Rino's movement and then he whispered something into his wife's ears and she blinked before nodding softly. She looked like she was holding back from pulling me into another hug.

ALMA MARTELLI Everything happened in a blur. From the moment Zita walked down the aisle to when they exchanged their fake vows and tied the knot. I couldn’t pay attention to how my only sister was being thrown away like a dirty rag. It broke my heart even more knowing that I was next. Zita Martelli, beautiful and soulless in her wedding dress, had just gotten married to one of the most ruthless mafia bosses in New York. Enzo Bianchi. She never wanted this marriage. She had only been forced into it as a pawn in an alliance deal. That was what became of all the women in the mafia world. And that was not the life I wanted for her or myself.

"Your father's men were working with you?" "Some." She smiled. "I knew to win against these two mafia teams was by having someone from my family in their team. So for the Italian Mafia, I had to send a spy in the name of a maid to the Lazza territory. She got too close to the Lazza wife and she used to put some pills in her drink so she could never bear a child." My eyes widened. "And you were okay with that?" She shrugged. "So, during that time, Lazza's wife opted to adopt a child. What the maid did not know was that it was not all about adoption, it was to send me a message by killing my son and taking my grandchild."

I laughed dryly while lifting the bottle to my lips once more. “What’s wrong dad? Not the perfect girl, am I?” My brothers looked taken aback. I grinned, stumbling from the bar stool. The bar had roughly closed an hour ago so it was just Sal, Koa, my brothers and me. “I’m sorry that I don’t want to be a mob wife. I hate how I’m looked at. Just some pathetic little girl who fell for your right-hand’s son!” I shouted to no one in particular. Dom walked up to me, trying to guide me outside. I flung myself away from him.