Novel & Cerita Don't Mess With A Mafia Princess

She tried to push him away, but he was too powerful. “Disgusting” she blurted. "Sofia Russo," the words rolled off the tongue of the infamous mafia don, Luca Greco, as he pulled her closer, his smoldering gaze locked onto hers. "Ex-husband Tony Moretti. Has a seven-year-old daughter, Isabella." Sofia's heart raced as she realized this man knew more about her than she'd ever imagined. "Give me a chance, sweetheart," Luca demanded, his voice silky smooth. "Let me take care of you and your princess."

Heck he would show no mercy if the Patriots lost and probably show no mercy and celebrate if they won. Carlos started rubbing my feet, after finishing his taco. "What's your book about?" I looked over at the tv...commercial time...."Teenage mafia and romance." "Soooo...like Men being made?" "Its called Mafia Royals, and women are allowed to be made at 18. Its their birthright."

Her bleached blonde hair fell to her elbows, her make-up was fine except for the lipstick which was mostly off because of the drinks she had. “Ah, finally Jade,” she said, “and who is this?” she wanted to know while her words came out slurred, she looked at Mitch, interested in if he was my cab driver or if I had a friend she didn't know about. “How much for the drive?” She asked eventually.

HERE'S THE PLOT; Gabriella Merliah Antonio, a 24 year old beautiful, hottest, badass female Mafia Donna that leads the most powerful, Royal Mafia in whole of Mexico and America called 'The Royals'. Running the most ruthless and powerful royal mafia can be hard work, but it has it's advantages. Besides, she's capable of doing almost everything because this is what she has been training for her whole life. Everything was going perfectly well in her life till the day she came face to face with her greatest enemy whose also her ex from college, Anthony Castillo.

Perhaps it can just be a car that is going in the same direction, but I am pretty sure that a black Mercedes constitutes as a car that you truly need to keep your eyes out for in this nasty big old Mafia world. Has the danger come to Trinity’s doorstep as we always thought? “Princess, there is a change of plans; we are going to my place.” Now the girl gets a smile wider than her face can carry, ya…I know what she is thinking, and honey, it ain't happening. So without having to alarm her, I make the shit poor ass excuse up that I need to get some things from home, when in fact, I need to get my hands on some more firepower than what I have. I don’t want to fucking spook the girl.

That wasn't even funny I gave him a slight punch on his elbow then I walked upstairs to the indoor cinema following his directions. "Wow, wow and wow!" I exclaimed on seeing the room. There were like six sofas and then a big screen in front, I think it was part of the wall. "you like it?" I heard him ask. "yea" I replied paying little or no attention to him. "I'm an only son from a royal family, my parents were killed when I was ten years in a mafia rivalry and all this are theirs "he said in a sad tone.

Of course things mainly get out of hand because don't except a bunch of Mafia rivals in one room so it's always a chance for things to hold on properly. "Send Larissa up" he ordered as Marcos turned around to leave making him freeze in his steps.. "Gaetano what are you thinking, you can't bring any girl that simply means putting her in danger" he replied turning around to look more at him.. "She's a Mafia Princess.. And she can hold a gun" he replied coldly not even bothering to look up from her files "She's an amateur, what if she messes up" Marcos replied. Just as he had put it in his mind it stuck and now he was sure she would manage or was it just an excuse to have her by his side all ti

I start letting myself believe that it’s a nightmare and I will wake up soon. And though I’m the Mafia's princess, I feel anything but royalty. I would give it all up just to hold my husband once more. The words that Bianca said earlier come rushing back. How am I going to deal with this? They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. But I wonder what they would say revenge leads to?

when I suddenly heard someone clapping. "ahh, Alex, Alex, Alex, finally we meet again, " Jake said and laughed. "where is she? where is Natalie? what did you do to her?" I asked and moved a little in the chair. "oh, we don't hurt women in the mafia world, " he said and I sighed but he continued and said "but I didn't say anything about pregnant women, the only thing I know is we left her outside your car, is she dead, is she alive, I don't know, "

She held my left arm still, rolled my sleeve up, and began slicing into the skin of my forearm repeatedly. I felt the initial chill of the metal, then a sharp, fiery sting, while blood began to ooze from the cuts, running down my arm and dripping onto the ground. Viola etched three letters into my skin—M, U, and R. She then stood up, tossed the bloodied utility knife away, and dusted off her hands. "You're a murderer, Vittoria. You'll never be rid of your crimes even when you die and end up in hell!"