All Chapters of Mr Mafia is my husband : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It was 1am and the airport was as calm and serene as can be. There were very few people, moving with ease into different directions. Some were waiting for their families to land, and some calling cabs because nobody cared enough to pick them up. I slowly walked outside, pulling my suitcase behind me. The 8 hour flight left me stiff and sore in every area. It was dark outside, the only source of illumination coming from the lights that shone over the parking lot. The air was still and quiet. "Gia," Enzo smiled as he approached me. I felt a feeling of warmth and comfort as he hugged me. He suddenly slipped a strong arm behind my thighs and swept off the ground, spinning me around bridal style. "Enzo, mettimi giù !" I shrieked, laughing hard as I clung onto him. (Enzo, put me down.)Enzo laughed with me, finally placing me back onto the ground. I grinned up at him, examining his every feature. His brown eyes warned my skin and his smile made me smile even wider. I hadn't seen him in o

The door was opened for me and I stepped out of the back of Giovanni's black Jeep. I found myself standing in front of an old, beautiful mansion. I was stunned by the beauty of the huge building, about three times the size of my father's. I looked around the enchanting place. There were hundreds of beautiful flowers, tall trees, and the greenest grass I had ever seen. Despite the gorgeous scenery, my body shook uncontrollably as I entered the Armani residence with Giovanni, two bodyguards closely walking behind us. "Papà!" a girl smiled as she came out the large oak front door to meet us."Princess," Giovanni said as he hugged the girl tightly, kissing her on the cheek. "How are you feeling?"She sighed heavily, stepping back. "I just can't believe he's gone," she breathed in shakily. "I'm gonna miss him."She turned her attention to me and smiled. "Mia cognata! It's a pleasure to meet you." (my sister-in-law)She hugged me and planted a kiss on each of my cheeks. So she was also Gi

The funeral service was beyond strange. A couple of people gave speeches, including Giovanni. He made a subtle comment about betrayal and doing what had to be done but I didn't understand what he meant. Turns out I was right. It didn't matter if Giovanni had warmed up to me or not if Vito didn't. He told me to fucking face that I was basically nothing but a package he owned. I sighed heavily, turning over for the hundredth time in my bed. Well, in Vito's bed. He had went to sleep at some hotel in town.I rolled out of bed and glanced at the clock beside the bed. 3am. Fuck this shit. It's my wedding tomorrow and I can't even sleep. Great. Just fucking awesome. .....Morning came and I had slept maybe only two hours when the maid came into my room to open the curtains and let me know I had to get up. I kicked and groaned in frustration. "What a grumpy bride," a soft giggled. I immediately threw the duvet off my head and sat up. My sister, Carlota, stood in the doorway smilling a

Vito never came. I spent the first day alone crying in the hotel room. I didn't eat, I drink anything. I just cried. Carlo begged me to let him into the room but I couldn't. I was embarrassed. My husband drove me all the way to Rome, dumped me in some hotel and left. Was that his idea of a honeymoon? I didn't expect roses and chocolate but he could've at least been there with me. "Mistress?" Carlo called out again early the next day. "Per favore, mangi?" (Will you please eat something?)I sat in bed, hugging my knees to my chest. "Carlo, ti prego, vattene." (Carlo, just go away, please.)"The boss will be very angry with me if he finds out you didn't eat the whole of yesterday " Carlo sighed. I heard him lean against the door. "He doesn't have to know," I answered quietly. I almost spent another day in bed when it clicked.I was in fucking Rome. I didn't know the next time I'd be there. I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower. I tied my hair back, wore a mini skyblue chiffo

Vito's POV:Akira bit her bottom lip, her naked body sprawled on my bed, ready for me. She was almost the most perfect thing in the entire world. Almost. Her one flaw; she was obsessive, and I hated anyone who tried to act as if they possessed me in any way. The psycho even followed me on my honeymoon to Rome. "I'm so wet for you," Akira moaned seductively. I smirked, buttoning down my shirt. I felt my dick getting even harder as I watched her rub herself. "Baby?" suddenly stopped and sat up. "Yes, Akira?"She batted her long lashes."Could you take off your ring?" "Taking off my ring doesn't change the fact that I'm married, Akira," I told her dryly. "I know but it's just...I thought you'd marry me. You said it yourself. I understand you and I always say and do the right things. And I love you Vito. If you really needed a wife, why didn't you marry me?" I groaned in frustration as I felt my erection die. "Not this shit again."Her brows furrowed as she grabbed her robe and put