The Mafia's Forgotten Wife Novels & Stories

"Then,what about this woman?" "Her identities was not revealed,No one knew about her,Her face eas never in front of the camera, Batista has to protect her of course,She was a big catch" "A big catch?" "Yes,I found out that the woman was an ex wife of a mafia leader,She got into relationships after her husband died,married three, Divorced two,One died and had few boyfriends too" "She was really a hoe"I chuckled and drop the document on the table. "Find everything about her,I want to know her,If Batista thinks he will use Alessia against me,Then,I will have no choice than to use the hoe he called a wife to threaten him too"

I knew what my Mother became. Women who were in any way connected to men in the mafia were always on the run, almost kidnapped or killed. Their men barely ever cared about them, and treated them like whores or people less than— or just ignored them in total. ‘Lucille would never do that to you,’ I ignore that though. “What are you doing here in New York? How did you find me?” “Does that matter?” He says now, taking up the tissue they placed next to him and cleaning his hands on them. “Look, I know you hate me, I don’t like you either. You’re cold, unresponsive, emotionless, evil—”

And standing before me was my husband, Raphael Falcone, ready to clear the murderer's name. "Tell me why," A scream clawed at my throat, but I fought it down, "You know damn well who the murderer is." "Catherine, control yourself." It was Luca Vizzini, my childhood friend, who tied my hands. "Salvatore's gone, but you still have us. You're still Mrs. Falcone, still the Principessa of the Leone family." "The Leones have looked after Chiara for years. You know her father is all she has."

I remember when my guards presented me with the information that Robert Parcafis's wife was executed right in front of him. “What would they benefit from killing his wife?” Lisa asked. I swallowed the wine. “His wife was the daughter of one of his allies.” "Damn, I thought he married a fucking waitress or something. He's got class." Lisa snickered. “He was foolish enough to make a mistake,” I spoke. “They should have taken the child rather,” I said, eyes focused on one particular painting in the room. “I agree,” Lisa uttered. Children aren't killed in the Mafia. Well, children who are born.

threatened Diego. Vellina just scoffed for a while before finally she ended that phone call without the other side’s approval. She threw that phone to her car’s backseat because she wanted to ignore the incoming phone call, which she knew would be heard a little while later. Vellina was well aware of her husband’s characteristic. He wouldn’t want to lose an argument. Since the beginning, their marriage wasn’t something she wanted. Diego was one of many subordinates of her father, the leader of a mafia clan in Naples.

“Your father has been doing a good job with you." "You know my father, you won't accept anything less than perfect from me" you could accept anything less than perfect from my brother, but never from me who will take his place in the future, I still had a long learning path ahead of me and I was on the right track to make it big. "There are mafias in the world that subjugate women in the worst possible way, you are lucky to have him and you must appreciate the freedom you have.# “I know that, as he said, women are only born to suffer. Mafia wives serve only two purposes, serving her husband in bed and carrying a brat, preferably a boy, a woman within the mafia is not born to command."

The man at the right called Antonio said. “Who is it?” Damon asked flexing his fingers, who would be stupid enough to steal from the mafia. “I asked you here today Son because it seems your wife’s family have been causing trouble. Her father is going to be involved in this, we have no idea who took the money but the tape picked up her father at the scene. We can only assume he helped the thief.” “What makes you so sure he is not the thief.” Damon asked turning to his father.

she said with worries. "I have considered it as well. Our mafia group is not any street gang, dear. We rule the underground world. No one would dare to take a powerful Mafia's wife away just like that, in case you got revealed. I will give Kennard my position so he will have more powerful authority." he relieved her. Madeline listen carefully to his every word but still, her fear for Kennard was stopping her from accepting his idea. He took a moment and again spoke gazing at her lost figure.

At first, they were just hushed conversations in the background, but it didn’t take long for the words to start becoming clearer. "Did you hear? That’s Alessia, the wife of Leo, the Mafia Don." "Yeah, the one who got him arrested... What kind of woman does that?" “I'm sure she did it for money, no one had heard from her former husband.” I could feel their eyes on me, their judgment pressing against my skin like a thousand needles. My cheeks burned and my throat tightening as their words cut through me.

They were finally free from the terrible things he had done in the past. I find a rare photograph of Atwell and his family, hidden into some old photographs on one of Atwell's wives albums on F******k. The kid looks at the camera, laughing, while Atwell holds him and his wife together. They look happy. Just your mill-of-the-corner, average American trio. But the Mafia never forgets and never forgives. I have to know where they are now. On running a face-detection on the wife and kid, I find my breath catch a hit for the only thing I can find, on the entire open internet, are two obituaries.