5 Mafia Brothers And Their Lost Princess Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

"The Triad and the Maquese are attempting to annex our areas. Every day, they act with more bravado.Although we're more fortunate than the Las Vegas family, who also has to cope with Mexicans, we can no longer disregard the menace that the Russians and the Taiwanese pose." I became perplexed. Father never discussed business with us. The finer points of the mob world weren't anything that girls needed to be aware of. I should have known better than to interject. "If we wish to defeat the Maquese and the Triad, we must put our dispute with the New York Familia to rest and bond together."The Familia is at peace? The Chicago Outfit's other members, including Father, detested the Familia. They ha

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.

“I guess Eli is closer to Enzo now than he is to me. They shared an experience I can never truly understand. Eli spends most of his time controlling the … business.” I bit back a laugh and leaned closer to Elle, my voice dropping to a mere whisper as I said, “I know about the mafia ties.” Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open slightly at my admission. “Everyone seems to forget that there were four years where I wasn’t a princess, and three of those I was a lowly pickpocket giving most of the money I stole to the Milano Capo,” I teased, nudging her slightly. Elle giggled and shook her head. “Oh, if those fancy ladies up in the palace knew your past, they would be careful wearing their expe

“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.”

I am the most secret Principessa of the Sicilian "Shepherd" Mafia. For my safety, my identity was a closely guarded secret since birth. I lived in the shadows, leaving the outside world entirely ignorant of my true standing. Most of the time, I stayed in our family's fortress deep in Sicilian countryside, secretly handling European mafia affairs. When I came of age, my family arranged a marriage to the heir of the "Lion" family, Matteo Leonardo. The "Lion" family is a rising power in the Naples region, with businesses ranging from port smuggling to casinos and hotels.

“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