Don't Mess With A Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

It was because, even until this very moment, he still hadn't figured out where to draw the line at which things could be treated as a game. He didn't know what boundaries were and what propriety looked like. "That won't be necessary," I said before moving past them to head into the bedroom. Just then, my phone started buzzing nonstop. I kept getting one message after another. "Alessia took three bullets for Marco! Who the heck do you think you are?" "You only became the Donna out of sheer luck! How dare you try to compete with the real princess of the mafia world?" "Alessia is kind, but that doesn't give you the right to walk all over her! You'd better learn your place."

It was like he had disappeared right under my nose. Was this how it was going to be? This was only my first day as a married woman, and I already felt like I was losing my mind. My mind went to the reason I was here. Alberto had told me it was all to end the mafia war and also that being the wife of Luca De Santis meant so many benefits for my power-hungry father. But to what end? Was I going to be locked up forever in this gigantic mansion? My only highlight of the day had been meeting his sister, who, by the way, had also disappeared after promising to be back.

“That just does not make any sense! She’s probably just lying about it. She usually lies.” Stella scoffs as I take her hand in my own and pull her away from the men. The two men take a step after us but Stella waves them away. The way they obey her command only has me more confused. Could Stella truly be the mafia princess? Has she held this power all along and just didn’t say a single thing about it? Why would a mafia princess, someone who holds so much power in the criminal underworld, allow a man such as myself to treat her so horribly? To treat her like the scum on the bottom of my shoe?

After today there would be peace among most of the Mafia families as these two powerful families brought them together as one forever under the rule of their Mafia Prince and Princess. She looked up at Ricci with adoring eyes because she was carrying a wonderful secret, something that would complete their happiness and secure their right to rule. She was four months pregnant and their Son would grow up to become the most powerful Don in Mafia history. That was for their future though and as she placed her hand trustingly in his her beautiful azure blue eyes looked up into his dark navy blue ones, shining brightly with her love

This is my city, and I will not let someone come in and screw with my city. The first thing I see are some kids standing on the corner looking fucking guilty. I decide to pull over and send their dumb asses home. I stop on the curb and shut the car off. Stephanie rolls her window down, playing the part in getting their attention. She already knows the routine thanks to her life of being a mafia princess. One guy whistles and walks over to talk to her. “Hey sexy lady.” I shake my head at their lack of imagination. “Hey boys! Can I get some of what you got?” she asks, sounding just as stupid.

Once again, she only nodded, but to his surprise, she took the hand he held out to her. The callouses on her hand grazed his. Her working hands were much at odds with the pristine face she had. God, what he’d do to have those tiny hands wrapped around his- “Are we going in?” She stared up at him; he jolted slightly. Had he just been staring at her? The Mafia Don was caught ogling a woman. Shame on you, Asher. He nodded and led her inside, praying for the seams in his pants to work as they should. What the absolute hell was wrong with him?

What trickery is this? “United front, remember?” he whispers with a smile, showing off his perfect set of teeth. I can’t help but get a flashback of a conversation I had with my brother five years ago. ~~~~It’s not fair on humankind! You and Leo should be ugly with a disgusting scar on your faces like the horrible mafia heirs in movies~~~~ Nikita Davi. ~~~~Drop-dead gorgeous should not be a label for a mafia princess either, little sis~~~~ Jake Davi responded with a grin.

She wanted to make him pay. She is Ariella Gregory, the only daughter of Alder Gregory, the mafia don. She's a princess of the mafia world! She belongs to the criminal underground; she is a part of the gangster world, a life that she clearly hates. But then again, this was all before. She had just come to terms with the cold, hard reality of what she truly was, and she needed to embrace the only thing that could possibly make her feel like Elliot was still with her. She must accept the fact that she is a mafia princess because this is where Elliot will live within her.

Just then, we hear Neo starting to approach, there are two other voices, and a brief gun battle starts. I hear a thug trying to wrestling Neo down. “Look at this goddamn idiot. Walking straight into our hands.” “Who is you goddamn idiot.” “This is fucking hilarious,” The thug bursts out in laughter, “Our new mafia boss has the dumbest crew members.” They are creating a long enough distraction to get us in. “Let's go.”

They make you think hell is better place than the Earth when you mess with them or their families and it's not a good sight. "Hey! Just get this over with" Leo said glaring at all of them. He might look like he is not even a teeny tiny bit interested in this whole situation. But, they all want and need the same thing. Iris Carmela Romano. The Mafia Princess. The angel and their sweetheart.