Don't Mess With A Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

The date they were appointed as the boss and died was written below none of them were overthrown except one who was overthrown by his aunt in 1921, and after that he began seeing women take the position of been the boss, he finally reached the last photo and was shocked by whom he saw. Monalisa sat graciously on the chair he had seen other bosses sitting, she was younger and vibrantly smiled, and the smile not forced but real, other bosses smiled to but it looked unreal. He looked under the photo and saw something that literally blew his mind. ‘Monalisa Del-A-Cruz, mafia queen from 2018-till date’. ‘Oh my god’ Jeremy muttered still shocked by what he read.

It is a monumental task, but I know my woman she will not stop until she stops them all together. They have enlisted the help of the Mafia Queen Cassandria DeAngelis. She was the first female Donna. She and her husband, Matteo DeAngelis, rule over every crime family in the criminal underworld. That includes not only the mafia but expands to the Triads and the Yakuza as well.

I said pouting as Enzo turned to face me. Enzo had said it himself. No one could resist a beautiful woman. Although I knew there was a chance that my charms might not work on Enzo, I still needed to try. “You don't need to be afraid of Barbara. She is just a mafia princess. Although she is fighting to become the head of the Ricciardi's, we all know that's never going to happen.” Enzo said placing a small kiss to the back of my hand. His words instantly got to me.

"Who are you to call me a bitch?" "I am a Mafia Princess." She proudly said. "That's cute. Sadly that means nothing here. Down here, you are reduced to a peon. If that? You are the prey of my lioness's dean. You are a spec of a star in my galaxy. What's a Princess of a village to a Queen of many nations? Little Mafia Princess, I have the right to be a bitch. Manage to become a Queen, and only then will you be eligible to stand toe to toe with me. Until then, Princess, please refrain from pissing me off before I have you executed."

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.

" Flora screamed in pain, jumping on her toes as Anisha forcefully pulled her hair. "You don't talk when I haven't asked you to, you disgusting peasant." She cursed. "Any more mistake, your body parts will be the next to be sold off." She threatened and flung the girl onto the wall. The Mafia princess is known for her ruthless and merciless nature; she was More feared than the main bosses. "Master Air and Thierry will be coming back from their mission tomorrow; I don't want them to think I was incompetent in taking care of the base when they were away, so if you still love your life, fix the problems you caused." She sneered and walked off.

"Please, enlighten me. Your father will kill me when he knows what? That his daughter spreads her legs easily for anyone? Let's not lie to each other. You and I both know I am not your first. Besides, now that we are talking about it, how many had a round with you before me today?" "I am a princess of..." she starts to rant before I place my hand on her lips. I let my fingers sink into her cheeks, and I hear her let out a small cry of pain. "Mafia princesses remain virgins for their husbands. They are jealously guarded and live like fucking recluses within the walls of their house. You do not hear them. They are discreet, elegant, submissive, and educated to satisfy the needs of the Family.

Audacity of this woman to ask me after planning on killing me! "You'll be the Queen of the Mafia Prince of America."

Her panic vanished, replaced by a scornful laugh. "Miss Aria? Her?" Brenda scoffed, pointing at me as if I were a piece of garbage. "Are you blind? Look at her! Dressed like a bricklayer who just crawled out of a sewer. The real Miss Moretti is a princess. She wears designer clothes, not this trash. This liar is trying to trick you!" Though my body was shaking uncontrollably from the cold, I met her gaze. The Moretti ice in my eyes could have frozen hell over.

Mad also missed me, and he was proving how much he did. I gasped for air as the kisses ended, and someone just cleared their throat behind him. A tall man in his thirties. He looked like he had just come out of a men’s fashion magazine as the sexiest man alive. He slightly bowed his head, but what was striking was his smile and his expressive eyes. “Princess.” My eyebrows shot up. “You must be the mafia.” He laughed. “Al tuo servizio.” “I’m Tara.” I extended my hand.