Novel & Cerita Don't Mess With A Mafia Princess

“Welcome to the Mafia, Sophia.” The words sent a chill down her spine, but there was no turning back now. She was in.

Though he wouldn't dare bring out his gun to shoot at her because he knew what Rodrigo would do to him, he still stood in her way. "You shouldn't be here Principesa, this isn't your Daddy's little den you can just waltz into." "Get out of my way." To Mario's surprise she shoved him aside and when he tried to tackle her she countered his move and tackled him instead, in one swipe she threw him over her shoulder and his back landed on the floor. "Ouch!" Mario couldn't help but laugh. Most mafia princesses were submissive, this was his first time seeing one as feisty as this, to the point she had the guts to fight him.

I saw it, and I think your American accent is quite charming," I replied. Ivan suddenly smiled, transforming his face entirely from a feral beast to a teddy bear. "You are the redhead who is messing up my brother's mind," he said as he stretched out his hand to greet me. Suddenly, his head tipped forward, and Frank stood behind him. "She's the Mafia Princess, you stupid dimwit. You will accord her the respect she deserves," Frank said sternly. "That won't be necessary," I said in a soft voice, knowing that the men heard me. Damon suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. "This is going to be bad," he whispered.

“Why are you so shocked? Welcome to Bloom Bazaar, princess.” She blinks, leaning back on my seat. “Unbelievable. This is...this is more intimidating and expensive than I expected. I know you do shady mafia stuff, but could you mind putting me through so I can as well make insane money as you? Pretty, pinky, please?” Her words catch me off guard and I surprise myself by doubling over, laughing hard. I realize that I really need her humor at this point in time. “The mafia world is no place for a girl, sweetheart. You could get hurt in less than an hour.”

My dad does supply them with drugs and guns but lately, they have been misbehaving. Taking stuff and failing to pay on time pisses my dad off, so he needs to have a little chat with the leader. We both know what the 'little' chat means. Being a mafia princess is nothing like walking in the park and spending daddy's money. I Am trained to be a leader and how to handle business and go on every mission alongside my father. I specialise in knives and guns and am very good at it, perks of training for a long time. So in case,e my dad is not around, business goes on just fine.

our dad yelled. We both muttered a quick sorry and dad started talking. Leonardo's pov "So i called this meeting because we are moving back to America since we all move here and there so we will be leaving tomorrow pack your bags" A few grunts and squeaks were heard. "Why dad? What happened suddenly" Both me and Lorenzo got tensed at Klara's question How do i tell her that Russian Mafia is threatening to Kill Italian and Spanish Mafia princess and we are going America for better security. Little did they know that this was going to change very soon.

...Cassandra POV... Everything is happening so fast now. I only have but just met Christian, and we have already been through so much together. Just a few days ago, I was an exotic dancer, and now, as crazy as it does sound, I am set to become what men in Christian's world call a Mafia Queen. Do I know what I am doing? Not the slightest bit at all, but with Christian by my side, I shall be able to set my mind to do what it is to what I wish it would be doing.

They were gaunt, all the old arrogance of mafia princes gone. "Victoria! Victoria, save us!" Lorenzo dropped to his knees in front of me, sobbing. "I was wrong! Big brother was so wrong! We’re family, please, for the love of God, help us! The loan sharks are going to kill us!" Marco was on the ground too, banging his head on the pavement. "Victoria, we were blind! Fiona, that bitch, she fooled us all! You're our only sister! You're a Don now! You could pay our debts with pocket change!"

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

“Right.” I faced Evan one last time. “If you’re so desperate to get married today, go ahead. I made sure your options were covered. I invited everyone from your little list of potential wives. Viola was number one, right? She’s already in a wedding dress. No sense in wasting a perfectly good ceremony.” His eyes narrowed. “Oh, and Evan?” I added with a smile. “Please have your things cleared out of my casino by the end of the day. As of now, you’re no longer part of the business.”