Don't Mess With A Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

Then back up again—toward my most private area. Once his hands reached there, Luca snapped. “Enough!” His fist slammed against the table. My lips curled into a faint disgusted smile. So he was still pretending he cared? That I still had power over him? I was naïve to ever believe that. Those Mafia Made Men had no hearts. He was now chasing this Bratva princess for the benefits she brought. The girl was stunning. Her golden hair shone like a Barbie doll’s. No one would guess she was here to negotiate a weapons deal.

“You killed someone who never hurt you. Someone who loved him.” At the mention of him, something sharp flickered inside me, but I crushed it immediately. I straightened my back, lifting my chin. I didn't say it with regret, my voice even, icy. "I am the Mafia princess. And Reinaldo deserved to lose what he loved." The subsequent silence was heavy, deadening. Mia stared at me as if she had never seen me before, as if she was searching her mind for that magic moment when I became someone other than who she had thought I was.

"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."

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

My red dress straight down to my feet with a slit slicing through my legs and stopping just half way above my knee level. “A true diva would be crowned tonight. Not a baron”, Maria said with a smile. For some unknown reason she seems to know quite a lot more about the Mafia world than I did. All that I learnt was the little I had down while with my father and for the past seven years during my exile I totally exempted myself from the reality of the world that I came from. With a bow never to have anything with it except to finish the work I left behind. The revenge.

"That doesn't mean you can go off halfcocked. Then I'll have to be the one to clean up the mess." "I'd appreciate if you'd lay off the macho routine. You know, I might appear to be some fluffy princess who has been pampered her entire life, but I can hold my own against creeps and thugs. Now, you can take me back and dump me off because I know you have no desire to be hanging around with a girl like me." Huffing, I managed to jerk out of her hold, even taking several steps ahead of her.

Mona questions, tossing her one hand on her hip. Max and I turn fully around to face Mona. I knew the door was left open because we both had our hands full of pastry boxes. I was hoping she would hear us talking. I’m a little petty, but I’m a mafia princess who’s about to be a mafia wife. I will not let a whore ruin my marriage if I have anything to do about it. I have a fighting chance at love with Max and I’m going to make sure the trash is taken out so to speak. Mona has overstayed her welcome.

I muttered but she didn't hear me her gaze was lazer focused on her father. "Where are the damn files I asked for?" Don Carlos snarled. "Here." she responded darting around me with the arm full of files I only noticed now were clutched to her chest. "No, fuck no" my wolf grumbled in our mind link. As Giovanna rushed towards the Don with what he wanted. "Oh yes." I responded to the link. " Our mate is the damn Mafia Princess." I added as he sulked off into the depts of my mind.

They did not, capitulating instantly the Leader announced, ‘Ora sei nominato Gran Don Natasha.’ [You are now inducted Grand Don Natasha.] Turning away from them she squared her shoulders and lifted her chin waiting for the protests from the male Dons and this time she was surprised. One by one they stood up and began to applaud her, this tiny, brave English woman had been forced into the Mafia life by men like themselves. She had not asked for any of the events that had followed, she wasn’t born to their way of life, she had no Italian/Sicilian blood in her, that was obvious, and she was a beautiful English Rose. Yet she had taken everything they had thrown at her and refused to be a victim

I take a deep breath and nod. Sebastian Ferreira, better known as Dio, is the biggest mafia boss in Rome. He's in charge of most of Europe and he has some strong ties with the Mexican mafia as well. Everything that's happening in the city right now has something to do with him. And his presence in Rome means it's going to get even more dangerous out here.