Novel & Cerita 5 Mafia Brothers And Their Lost Princess

"Please, enlighten me. Your father will kill me when he knows what? That his daughter spreads her legs easily for anyone? Let's not lie to each other. You and I both know I am not your first. Besides, now that we are talking about it, how many had a round with you before me today?" "I am a princess of..." she starts to rant before I place my hand on her lips. I let my fingers sink into her cheeks, and I hear her let out a small cry of pain. "Mafia princesses remain virgins for their husbands. They are jealously guarded and live like fucking recluses within the walls of their house. You do not hear them. They are discreet, elegant, submissive, and educated to satisfy the needs of the Family.

My brain struggled to process it. Mafia? Actual mafia? The kind from movies? I actually thought they were business men who had bodyguards with them. The expensive suits. The armed men. The meetings. The injuries. The secrecy. Suddenly everything began making sense all at once. Sylvester noticed my stunned expression and immediately tried explaining further. “We mainly deal with people who..” Chris interrupted before he could finish. “We deal with bad people,” Chris explained calmly. “Drug dealers. Human traffickers. Bastards who threaten our territory or innocent people.”

I also knew that who ever she was if she wasn't part of our world then she would either adapt and stand by them or she would become a liability. Durani's mom had a lot of people after her and felt that Huston was a safe place to hide. Id almost laughed at how stupid that was giving that two of the most ruthless brothers to ever step into the light, run Huston with a shoot first and questions after a visit to their infamous maze. If my nephews are anything like the Lopez boys, sadly no relation to Durani and her mom., but anyways back to what I was saying. When the Lopez men found the missing mafia princess and heir to the Santiago empire, the underworld went into a fucking full out war among

“Life has been hard in Switzerland. I didn’t have enough money to pursue my art. Then I learn that my father wasn’t my real father. My real father has been in jail because of his involvement in the mob. I had to quit school. And because of that I came to know my boss. Since then I had been used as a tool.” Right, he travels the world as a musician. It would be easier for him to get jobs done without raising suspicion. “My boss doesn’t have that much ambition. He’s content of how he runs our clan in Switzerland. Until I met Luciano. He plans to take over New York. And he can’t do that with the Russians controlling the business.” “You already knew who I was even before we met?” I asked him, al

I rolled my eyes and looked towards Ethan who was trying his best to not laugh. "Now, now Isaac. None of us want to hear that kind of negative attitude. Look on the bright side, brother!" I heard Isaac scoff. "Yay! We're all gonna die tonight! Woo!" Isaac's voice was dripping with sarcasm and the laugh I was trying to hold in, escaped from between my lips. I couldn't stop myself and in turn my brothers all grinned at me. "Ah, f*ck it! Let's at least have a bit of fun." Isaac shrugged then smirked at one of the bigger guards. "You're mine, Princess!"

My spitfire has a way of softening even the hardest Mafia men. As we pull up, I spot Ivan’s place in clear view. Soon, Bambina, you’ll be in my arms—and if I have my way, you’ll be tied to the bed for your own safety... and mine. Monty greets us at the door, playing the part for Ivan’s men watching from across the way. We head inside like it’s just another deal. What they don’t see is GreenLee’s brother slipping in through the back with his Metro team. This is a full-blown Police/Mafia collaboration. They’ll arrest who they can—if they’re not taken out first. But Ivan? That bastard is mine. Everyone knows to look the other way when it comes to him.

“Excuse me? You can’t force me to stay here, why can’t I go home? My friend just died! I don’t even know if she has any family to do a funeral for her!” “Well I am so sorry mia cara, my dear, but it seems your brother has given me no choice. See if it were up to my men, your brother would be dead. Unfortunately, I can’t let him off scott free so keeping you here is the next best thing. Or do you not remember the deal you made with the Italian mafia?” He practically spit the words out at me, making me double back. I couldn’t believe what he is saying to me. The kind man I had met that night at the bar who saved me is gone. Everything that Ryan said had been confirmed, my brother joined the ma

Bro was actually jealous how sil liked to praise his efficiency in works. "Yeah, at least better than yours." She mocked. Encountering such a confusing situation, Adam whispered into my ears, "Why are they fighting like a couple?" "Because they are!" It's my time to smirk. "What!? That's your brother? You are a mafia princess? Even Elora too." Adam wanted to cry. "Don't worry, mafia organisation hardly leave any proofs." I assured him. It's true that we killed people, but not even God himself could find our criminal records.

Blurb Serafina Ferraro was born from an affair and raised like trash nobody wanted to throw out. Her stepmother hated her. Her sister mocked her. And Nico Caruso, the man she gave up everything for, drugged her and tried to sell her body to his boss. "You belong to me," Nico snarled, gripping her jaw. "You are like a stray dog. You bite, so you get smacked until you learn to sit still." Then a stranger kicked the door open. "I could have sworn I heard a damsel in distress," Dante Valentino said, calm as ice. He is not a hero. He is the illegitimate son of a powerful family, with his own war to fight. He does not save her out of kindness. "Do you want revenge?" he asked. She trains. Sh

"I think you need to sit down too, aunty. It's a long and complicated story." DREIDAN'S POV Immediately I pulled up in front of the warehouse, Alessandro walked out. For those who never knew Alessandro, he was just a filthy rich fuck boy. But for people in the mafia world, he was the demon himself. Alessandro was evil. No one would wish to step on his toes. He was three times wilder than me. I was glad he was here because I was too drained to do anything to Leo. And now that my brother was here, all I had to do was sit down and watch him mess Leo's ass.