Don't Mess With A Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

Lambert growled softly at the silence, tail flicking, as if even he could sense the tension building in the room. “Why are you just standing there like a dumbass? Get out of my room right now before I scratch your eyes out,” Sky snapped, jabbing a finger toward the door. That snapped him out of his thoughts. Charlie moved before he could argue with his own pulse. Lambert gave a low woof, almost like he was escorting him out. He backed toward the doorway, kept his face neutral, and left her alone and seething. Another day survived by the Mafia Princess.

Not daring to offend the Moretti family, the manager said timidly: "Miss, I apologize, but the Imperial Suite is booked for a private event today. It's not open to the public. I'm truly sorry, but I have to ask you to leave." "Look around you. Who sitting here today isn't a heavy hitter in the underworld? Aren't you ashamed to be sitting here?" Bella said, deliberately raising her voice. The argument sparked whispers among the crowd. People gossiped in hushed tones, "Everyone knows Bella is Santino's little mistress. I think that girl is in for some serious trouble this time." Bella seemed proud of her status as the mistress, giving me a provocative glare. "Livia, for the sake of us being fo

Sasha's Pov It's been two years since my parents sold me to Roman Vitale and we got married a month after he came to take me away from my parents. I decided to be smart about my predicament instead of throwing a fit. I pretended to be alright with it. The dress clung to my curves pooling on the floor flowing behind me in a mermaid style, the purple glittered in the light my black heels clicking on the stairs as I walked out of my room.

"Then take it to the Don. Family rules." His jaw clenched, but that fake tough guy look stayed plastered on. "What, you wanna settle this in secret?" I dropped the pen, stared him down. "You forget who you married? I'm not some deli guy's kid." "This was a mafia deal from the jump," Sofia chimed in, smirking. "If you're tapping out, better get the Don's blessing." Damon gulped. Sweat slid down his face. Yeah, he hadn't thought this through.

nodding quietly Tony agrees. Texting the others, we move to excuse ourselves and end the lunch early. After a few handshakes and a few envelopes of hush money the men move to leave, Makela still hanging on my arm. Whining, she practically grinds her fake plastic body all over me, begging me to take her home and I quote “fill her up and put a baby deep inside her.” Ya no, the only one who’s ever carrying our child is our Principessa (Princess) not some two bit whore. Our Princess the only one who will ever have that privilege. Ripping my arm away I tell her to fuck off before forcibly removing her body from mine. Sobbing, she attempts to throw a fit as the valet tosses me my keys. Spotting my

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.

“He’s making threats and Matteo is involved and I didn’t see it coming. What is going on?” It was time for me to pull my head out of Maria’s ass. I thought avoidance was best. I was wrong. What happened tonight was not something I saw coming and I wasn’t prepared. A Mafia princess is always ready, and I needed to find my Rossi bitch. Unfortunately, she was in hiding and considering going to the mattresses. Could I be more pathetic? “Alessandro slept his way through half the princesses over the past three years. This year, you’re on his radar.”

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

All I can do is will my body to move faster. Regina stops in front of Alfredo, who looks at her curiously. “I’m not some cheap whore that you can just pimp out how you like!” she hisses. Alfredo’s expression hardens, and his gaze narrows on her as if she’s a threat. He will never forgive her if she ruins this, and he’ll expect me to stand by him if she does. We’ll always have to make sacrifices. “I’m not some Mafia princess!” Her shouting attracts the attention of the guests as the band stops playing.

The maid nodded, confirming her words. She then frowned as she said seriously, “The boss is going to marry the only Mafia princess of the Gonzalo clan and her name is Miracle Gonzalo.”