Novel & Cerita Wedded To The Ruthless Mafia Boss

She queries again and I huffed wanting to give her another annoying reply for calling me Sullivan's lover. Oh! Would Sullivan even know the meaning of love? As far as I know, Mafia bosses don't love... They only go with contract marriage or just bind someone to be their spouse which I'm not and I would start imagining how my mum married my dad without realizing he was a fucking gangster before the nurse brought my attention back to her. "Then why would the Don carry you on his arm rushing you to the hospital when you had gone unconscious, two days ago?" She seemed to say that to herself but I heard her.

Did that mean that… nah, he was getting married to me for the contract. Viola kept talking about Leah and how she disliked her guts, not sparing the poison incidence. “Why hasn’t she been arrested yet?” I inquired. “Massimo would handle it,” Viola responded. Was Leah also from an untouchable mafia family? My stomach grumbled, and I rubbed at it with my palm. “I’m famished,” I admitted. Viola ordered the driver to take us to a restaurant. The moment we took our seats, a waiter approached us, dressed in a white shirt and black pants.

He laughed even louder as a result of her frown. "What were both of you thinking? I didn't order you to hurt the wife of the most powerful mafia. Didn't you use your brain to realize that hurting her will make things difficult for you? She has been wed to Ace Luna for many years. You should have assumed that she now belongs to him and not to us, even if he doesn't love her. Continue to treat a married woman badly; you both deserved it.” He entered the house after continuing to laugh. They both felt like crying because they had no idea that if they had touched her, this could have happened.

A smile formed on his lips. “Surprise... it didn’t hurt,” he grinned. Onora’s eyes widened. She tried to run, but he caught her, spun her around, and slammed her against the wall. His grip locked tightly around her wrists, pinning her there. She whimpered. “You punched me, and you must pay.” Pay? “Your husband didn’t tell you? Mafia don’t do free. You can’t punch me for free,” he smirked. Mafia. Her husband was a mafia. She had read many stories about them—dangerous men who manipulated others to get what they wanted.

He just wants to come to her and hug her tight in his arms. "My husband is being a jerk. He doesn't want to open himself to me...and now, my life is near to end. Aemon Cooper is a Mafia boss, Dad…I have to embrace all of that and be one," she sobbed as she cried a river. Her chest feels so heavy that she can't breathe properly. The wind helps her to shed the tears all over her face as it dries it. "Sorry if I'm still not unleashing your real death. Your wife is turning a blind eye, do you know that?" she nodded like a crazy miserable woman.

After growing up in an abusive home, living in the streets afterwards and becoming a Mafia boss, I feel like the heavens have finally smiled at me. And I'm not mistaken about wanting to marry her. Mia was my peace. My home. The one my heart will forever be with. After taking more shots, I lost my control. I pinned her wet body against the sand, spread her thighs wide open and buried my cock inside her pussy. And as the sun set, I made sure Mia knew— She was mine. To love. To hold. And I was going to pursue her.

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.

"When did he become a bodyguard? My Diego is not a bodyguard, Drake! He's mine! Call him now! Or give me his number. I need him!" Carolina Del Fiore, commonly known as Carmella, is the only daughter of Eagle Sebastian Del Fiore, the mafia Don of the Del Fiore clan. She is untouchable, incredibly stubborn, and often acts like a spoiled brat who ignores the rules set by her father. Despite her father's restrictions, she comes and goes as she pleases, showing little concern for authority. To be honest, she can be quite a pain. I sighed, resting my back as I looked at her. She chuckled with a fake laugh.

Their fingers stopped on the triggers yet my life belonged to him. He turned his gaze back to me. The strangest thing was the lack of anger on his face. If he had been yelling or visibly upset, I would have understood and known how to react. What I saw was pure icy command. He took a step forward. Reached for the front of my black hoodie. Before I could move his fingers caught the fabric over my chest. Ripped it. The sound of tearing cloth filled the night. The hoodie—the one with the name that was my identity—split open and dropped to the floor.

he cooed with a gentle voice I've not heard him speak with. With that, he pulled his pants down, revealing his monstrous member. I gasped in shock at the sight of it. “Surprised, right? Don't worry it will fit in perfectly!” He said, nonchalantly. That sounded like a reassurance, but it wasn't one to me. I shuddered at the thought of what he was planning to do to me. I felt ashamed that I'd lose my virginity soon to the ruthless mafia lord. He lowered himself on me and seized my lips in a torturous kiss, while his hard-on teased my cunt. I shivered under him and clamped my legs together tightly to avoid him from going any further, but my body betrayed me. It wanted more, despite how wrong it