5 Mafia Brothers And Their Lost Princess Novels & Stories

His hair, dyed blood-red, glowed under the night lights. The other back door opened, and another man emerged. Francesco’s eyes followed the pair of spotless white sneakers stepping onto the ground. His breath caught for a split second. His mind processed what he was seeing. A mirror image. His stomach twisted. The same face. The same posture. The same calculating menace in their presence. The Russo brothers. Shit. The Russo family — One of New York’s most ruthless Mafia clans, infamous for high-profile assassinations — had disappeared years ago. Now, they were standing right in front of him.

My brother lay in a growing pool of red, his chest shuddering once, twice, then still. Giovanni brushed his suit jacket, wiping Jack’s blood from his collar like it was a speck of dust. His grin returned, wider, crueler. “And there ends the story of the unworthy heir.” A sound tore from my throat—half snarl, half roar. I didn’t recognize it as mine until I realized my fists were bleeding from where I’d slammed them into the table. “You killed my brother.” Giovanni tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Correction, Kraven. He killed himself the moment he betrayed you as the Mafia's law implies that no one betrays his own brother or else will be killed. I just accelerated the process.”

My men yelled at me and we instantly retreated, while still pointing a gun at him and his men, we ran to our car and drove off at a high speed. "Khloe, you are a mad woman," Diego said as he tried to catch his breath. I bursted into laughter at the way he struggled to breathe. "And you are a woman, why were you so scared, Diego?" I said to him as I unwrapped my arm. "Because Uncle said we shouldn't go after the diamond, remember it's theirs - we stole from them twice!" Diego said, referring to my father. My father, the former head of the Italian Mafia group, had handed me the title of Queen of the Mafias. Of course, he wouldn't like me going after the diamonds, but they belonged to my late m

Quickly I grabbed my phone and placed a call to Nathan. The phone rang for minutes before I heard a voice, “Aria? Where have you been? I’ve been calling…” “Nathan…” My voice broke. “I need help. Please. My father… the mafia… they came. They’re forcing me to…” He exhaled sharply. “Aria, listen… things are bad everywhere. My parents are in debt too. Everyone is. That new IMF system destroyed everything. Loans, interests, taxes, people can’t breathe.” I pressed a hand to my forehead, dizzy.

But it was like they’d vanished off the face of the earth. No trace. No leads. “Maybe they left the country,” Lorenzo said, his voice full of despair. “Maybe they’re in Europe, or South America…” “No.” I stared out at the Chicago skyline. “They’re still here. I can feel it.” But a feeling wasn’t a lead. Our money was running out. The estate was sold. We moved into a small apartment. Lorenzo sold his last Rolex. I pawned the ring my father left me. The great Moretti brothers. Living worse than the people we used to rule.

“I’ve been expecting your call.” Tristan. The man my father once wanted me to marry. The son of a powerful ally, raised in the same dark world I was. We’d known each other since we were kids—but we were never friends. If it were up to me, nemesis would’ve been a better word for Tristan. Still, I always knew—out of all the men in New York’s mafia circles, he was the only one who could match me. Maybe even outmatch me. So just this once, I chose to trust my father’s judgment. And put my faith in the man I used to call my enemy.

Why hide the fact that we were part of something so dangerous, so deadly? *The mafia.* I still couldn’t believe it. It felt like something out of a movie, something that happened to other people, not to me. But now that I knew, everything made sense. The whispers, the late-night phone calls, the tension that always seemed to hover around my dad and brothers. They were part of something I never wanted to be involved in. And now that I knew, I couldn’t just pretend like everything was normal.

I mumble. Finally, the pieces are coming together. Peter Barone was La Reina's brother. I was never supposed to marry La Reina; Bianca was supposed to marry her brother to ally. I was just my father's back up. Bianca knows more than she's letting on. I'm going to find out what that is.

Carlos may have been the snitch, but there were still loose ends to tie up, still scores to settle before they could rest easy. As the night wore on, the Beckham brothers remained ensconced in their private sanctuary, plotting their next move with ruthless efficiency. They may have been outnumbered and outgunned, but they were not about to let anyone stand in the way of their quest for justice. For they were the Beckham brothers, and they ruled the criminal underworld with an iron fist. And woe betide anyone who dared to cross them. **** “H-Help me!. She mumbled before she went limp in Luca’s hands. Luca held her tighter to prevent her from falling.

he threatened. " Story time little darling! Once upon a time there were two brothers, Logan and Jacob McCoy! Both born into the terrifying yet powerful world of mafia led by their family. Logan was the older one was definitely going to inherit the entire mafia but that definitely did not sit well with Jacob who found himself more capable of leading and was just a year younger, So he planned and married a woman of enemy mafia, swooning her in his love, creating a peace treaty between the two mafia. his decision so cunning, highlighted him in the eyes of his old man that he was now made the new mafia king and his older brother his servant.