Vows With The Billionaire Mafia Novels & Stories

I was covered in blood so we throw the weapons in the bag and hid them in the car before going to Enzo's mansion Once we got there Alex called Ben and told him to keep the boys in their room. Once we got the message saying they were asleep I walked in and everyone moved away from me "Who are these people?" I asked looking at the people I don't know "I'm Reuben Petrov and this is my brothers Ivan and Sergei," "Russian Mafia. What do you want?" I asked "Luna Arora Darwin Williams hand in marriage," Sergei said "My brother is kidding. We know Luna is your girl. We're here for an alliance," Reuben said

"Sign it. Now." A contract on parchment was shoved in my face. Its sharp edge brushed against my eyelashes. I didn't flinch. I simply reached up, took it, and smoothed it out. Beneath a gold-embossed family crest, the words were stark: a voluntary marriage into the Volpe family, to be lawfully wed to Lorenzo Volpe. Lorenzo Volpe. The sole son of North America's oldest Sicilian mafia family. Three months ago, a "car accident" had left him in a vegetative state.

He was obedient enough to not react or oppose what just happened. The preacher looked at us and nodded. “We are gathered today to celebrate the holy sacrament of marriage…” As the ceremony continued, I couldn’t help but reminisce about the realization I had in marrying Callan Ravij Chevalier—one of the infamous bachelors in the country because of his reputation as the first and only son of the ravij organization’s mafia boss. Being married to a billionaire mafia has its privileges but it also has grave consequences. Fate led me to Callan but it didn’t happen out of luck or one fortunate moment. I had to fight for my life, my safety, and my place until I earned my right by his side.

he trailed and looked out of the window as he didn't wanna say the words next. " What's it?" I asked. " Mafia.... he rules the Mafia world." He completed it. Fear shackled her. Her hands started to tremble. She clenched them together firmly to stop it. She stared down at her ring. She was going to marry the Mafia. Now she understood gunshots and today's attack. Her eyes snapped straight. Ana and Isha? Would he kill them? He was possessive about her. She was well aware of it. Would he harm them in frustration or to have her?

They call him the most dangerous billionaire in New York City, and I still went ahead and fell in love with him. Now my heart is broken. I take a deep breath, stiffen my jaw and give him my own vows; “On this day, Mason Lachlan, I vow to hate you until I draw my last breath. I loved you once, maybe a part of me still does, but I vow never, ever to show you that weak part of me ever again. I'm broken because you broke me, but I vow to pick myself from the pieces and when I do, I vow to fight back.

My voice sounded like damn gravel in my own ears. The rage simmered under my ribs like it was hot and poisonous. One more scream and I swear, I’m tossing the little demon out the fucking window. Vittoria Scarpa. She was a beautiful, loyal, and stupid pawn. She was raised in the same cesspool I crawled out of—our little mafia cradle. She grew up watching betrayal handed out like party favors, and learned early that trust was a goddamn lie. She was a fool though. She thought marrying me would mean something. She thought we’d have a real family. What a joke.

“I’m leaving now. I have to—for everyone’s safety.” “What?! Why?” Kate asked, confused. “You have to believe me,” Mia pleaded. “I don’t have time to explain everything, but your lives are in danger. The people who attacked Steve… they’re very dangerous. They won’t stop until they get what they want.” “Wait… what do they want?” Kate asked, trying to make sense of it all. “Me. They want me,” Mia replied. “But… why?” Kate asked. “My ex-husband is a ruthless mafia boss. I ran from him, but he’s found me. He won’t stop until I go back to him or he takes everything from me.”

They were brought to him, trembling with fear. Damon's eyes narrowed as he looked at them. "You stole from me," he said, his voice cold and deadly. "You'll pay for that." Without another word, Damon's men dragged the thieves away, their screams echoing through the warehouse. Damon watched them go, his expression unyielding. He had a reputation for being ruthless, and he intended to keep it that way. When it was all over, Damon returned to his car, his mind at ease. He had taken care of the problem, and he could now focus on more important things.

She didn’t know why but he said it was a special feature that allowed premium users like him to maintain anonymity and now, she was grateful for it. Tito would hunt her down if she sent him money from a billionaire’s account. “Account number?” she asked and typed it as he called it out. “Sent,” she said, transferring funds instantly. “You will get the other half if you get something that is useful” “Done. Give me a few days,” Tito said. Amanda smirked as she ended the call. She could not wait to get rid of her parents once and for all. She had sent someone to check them out, but they were no longer at the house.

, He concluded and the crowd gave a round of applause including me while Nikolai didn't even move a muscle. Something was off, the Vladimir family is a long line of mafia and underworld leaders, why then are they doing charity? They are known to be killers, smugglers, drug traffickers and worse, why do they take out their time to give back to the poor every new year? Could they be some other agenda or are they just doing it out of the kindness of their heart? “Please enjoy the party, buy whatever and do have a Moscow Masquerade evening”, He said, leaving the stage.