Midnight Mafia

Midnight Mafia

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Maya Lear By MayaLear Completed


THE LOUD ringing of a phone brings me out of my sleep. 

"Hello?" Dante rasps into the phone, his voice heavy with sleep. 

I roll over, switching the bedside lamp on, glancing at the clock I can see it's only after four in the morning. My body aches from exhaustion, all the activities we did last night finally catching up to me. 

My husband suddenly jumps out of the bed. 

Alarmed, I sit up with him.

"What do you mean?! How the fuck did this happen?!" He screams to who ever is on the phone. "We're getting on the next flight. We'll be there soon." He hangs up. His eyes meeting mine. "Brooke, I-I need you to pack, pack all the bags, we have to get on the next flight out of here okay?" 

I stand from the bed, embracing him as his unshed tears fall from his eyes.

"What happened?" I whisper softly to him.
He shakes his head in dismay before answering. "M-Marco...h-he's...o-oh g-god." 

And just like that, my husband, the strongest person I know, the under boss of the fucking mafia...falls to his knees, sobs racking his body.

  • arrangedmarriage
  • mafia
  • mature
  • romance
  • sexual
itzyahbitxh itzyahbitxh Apr 04
And it’s gonna be mister stash get you pregnant dash🏃🏾‍♀️
Dunn1996 Dunn1996 Dec 29, 2017
This is a good story right more 😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎
doesn’t Piccola mean little one or am i an uncultured swine?
Really!?!?? I wanna know if this was her alcohol induced self or her fully aware self