5 Mafia Brothers And Their Lost Princess Novels & Stories

6 million dollars. "You can ask the doctor. She is my twin and without proper treatment she will-" "You seem to think I care. What is it to me if she doesn't make it?" He gives her a genuine side glance. Mateo was appointed the Mafia prince title for a good reason. He knew what investments to make, how to double them and what missions to follow through with. Not once had he let down the organisation by making foolish mistakes. The fact that this girl seemed to think he would choose to make them now, rubbed him off the wrong way. He prefers not to take on things he won't benefit from and at this particular moment, he saw nothing gainable.

Seth angrily spoke as his nostrils flared. He pulled me behind his. My eyes caught him slipping from the warehouse, " Brother, he is running away. " I pointed at him with my finger. Seth cursed, " I want Patrizio alive. " Seth shouted orders. Mother also tried to run but his gun stopped her, " Not a chance. " He shook his head slowly, " Take her out of sight. " He intensely said. " Yes, boss. " I heard from a man. " Are you a mafia? " I asked him.

I look at each of them and he looks down, oh this better not be what I think it is. “Your parents and brothers are the heads of the mafia and cartel. You are the heiress to an old mafia family, known as the DeNucci’s,” I blink, trying to register what he is saying. This can’t be true? Can it? What I’m some kind of mafia princess?

The brothers walked away defeated; even when they entered vans, none of their men dared utter a single word, fearing that the anger they handled would unload on them. The brothers couldn't blame them either. Their partners understood them too. On the side of the Red Mafia, they understood it; Yaroslav and Yasir didn't want to risk their sister Yulia, the youngest of the Ivanovs. They understood Massimo Coppola, Don of the Camorra, for not wanting to risk his brother Lorenzo. Of course, they did Because they would never risk it; brotherhood was a solid bond. They also understood Aurelio Vitale, Gift of Costa Nostra, for not wanting to risk his mother, Vittoria Vitale.

“The way I see it, this can only end in two ways: heartbreak or death. And I swear to God, if you end up getting my sister killed, there won’t be a corner of this world where I won’t hunt you down and make you pay.” Huh. Maybe there’s a little bit of a Mafia princess in her, after all. “I’m not going to hurt her,” I vow firmly. “I would never deliberately hurt her.” “Deliberately,” Alessandra scoffs. “Can you understand why that isn’t good enough? I don’t understand how either of you think this is going to work. Sooner or later, one of you is destined to die. And honestly? I’d prefer it if it were you.”

“What the hell did you get into?” Damien let out a broken, bitter laugh. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Daniel crossed his arms. “Try me.” Damien collapsed into the couch, groaning. Blood stained the cushions. He dragged a shaky hand through his hair. “Alejandro Favino happened.” Daniel blinked. “What? The mafia guy? Miguel’s brother?” Damien laughed again harsh and humiliating. “Yes. Him. And his dogs. Luka. Paulo. All of them.”

“You don’t scare me Liam Moretti and neither does your mafia, I would hate for you to lose your o my heir and your mafia. How long before they started to question you, how long before they tell you, they can’t let their friends die, they can’t fight for a woman that is not your wife and a kid that is not yours, how long before I contact one of them and they feel they are better off taking matters into their hands and they end up doing this, they fucking end up taking care of it themselves, all I need is to offer them enough money for them to bring Bella to me, she is not your queen, fortunately for you she is my queen and I will not give up on her or my heir, I am sure you will hate for some

The alcohol I’d consumed wasn’t helping. Cassio and Luca King. Mafia. Their father, Benito King, was one of the most feared men on the East Coast of the United States. And his sons weren’t far behind them. “Your mother is dead, Branka,” Cassio explained. “And your brother needs you back.” A soft gasp escaped my lips and I glanced at my best friend. She kept her expression masked, but I knew she cared. She wasn’t as close to her mother as I was to mine, but she loved her. The poor woman married a hard, cruel man and it broke her.

"No. No, this is wrong. I would have known. Someone would have told me." "Who would tell you? She didn't want you to know. From what I can gather, she ran away from her family five years ago. Wanted a normal life. Then she met you, and—" Frank shrugged. "Well, you know the rest." Marcus sank into a chair, his legs suddenly weak. Elena wasn't the broken waitress he'd rescued. She was a billionaire princess playing dress-up in the real world. And he'd treated her like garbage. "There's more," Frank continued. "Her brothers? They're not happy about how you treated their baby sister. Word is, they're mobilizing. Dante Accardi's villa is now a fortress. They're expecting you."

she replied "You are grounded and you want see that guy again" enzo said sternly. "I'm not and I will see him again" she said smirking "if you see him again. I'll make sure he won't see the sun next day" Alex said "Are you gonna kill him?" alexa said smirking and everyone stiffened and looked at me. "Why would we kill him?" Noah asked nervous "Because you are in mafia" alexa said smirking. Ohk my brothers are in mafia. Wait- my brothers are in mafia!!!???!! THEY ARE IN MAFIA . I m shocked. ----- Unedited Hope you enjoy!❤ The story is soon gonna come to an end...