Don’t Mess With The Mafia Heiress Novels & Stories

I was one of Sicily’s top experts in forgery and intelligence. Whether it was a priceless work of art, cutting-edge weaponry, or a highly classified document, once it passed through my hands, no one in the underworld could tell whether it was real or fake. After years of rival factions trying to claim me for themselves, I had grown tired of that life.That changed when my biological father brought me back to the Valenti family. I had just undergone surgery on my vocal cords, and my doctor had forbidden me from speaking for three months. So I simply pretended I could not speak and enjoyed the peace and quiet. After I went missing as a child, my parents adopted another girl. I had assumed that

"The car matches one that's been visiting a property tied to Don Marco's late wife's estate. Different plate number each time, but the same make and model. Today's plate came back stolen." Something cold settled into my chest, replacing the fury with something far more dangerous, far quieter. "Don Marco." "I think so. I just can't prove it yet." "I don't need proof, Renzo. I need my daughter safe, and a man who has already broken one deal with me clearly doesn't care what proof exists before he acts." I walked to the window, staring out at the darkening grounds, guards moving in tighter formations than they had even yesterday. "This ends the waiting. I want Don Marco to understand exactly wh

In the underworld, power is paid for in blood and betrayal. And I was born to rule. I survived the back alleys of the Bronx. Then I was adopted by two different mafia families. The first family's fake daughter cried. She wanted my territory. I smiled. I crushed her. I took every illegal casino and smuggling route in Brooklyn. The second family's fake heir slit his wrists for pity. I yawned. I took his black Amex. And the keys to the armory. I won. Clean. Both times. I sent those two idiots to the most dangerous prison on the East Coast. At twenty, a bloody DNA report showed up. Turns out, I'm the long-lost daughter of the Callahans. The biggest Irish mob in Boston. My first day at the Callah

On the night of my thirty-fifth birthday, I waited in a restaurant until the candle burned down. My husband and son never came. My husband said the family council meeting was still going. My son said there was a celebration after practice. Yet there they both were in another woman’s photo. She sat between them, wearing the Bellandi family’s heirloom necklace. The caption read: “The two most important men in my life, finally right where they belong. With me.” One was the man who ruled New York’s underworld. The other was the son I had spent thirteen years trying to protect. I liked the post. Then I opened the safe and took out the divorce agreement I had left untouched for six month

, Venitia said "I spoke to him about this in the morning but he said he'll pass his judgement when he comes back from work", Luca said. "Ohhhhh. But if you ask me,,I don't think that girl is a Mafia,,,,she looks nothing like one. She's too soft and weeps a lot to be a mafia", Venitia said and Luca sighed. "You're right,,,she looks nothing like a mafia but it's the decision of the boss that matters. Let him decide whatever he wants to do with her", Luca said. "I know that but I just hope the boss will be lenient with her,,,she looks fragile", Venitia muttered.

Because, deep down, the Mafia is nothing but business seasoned with a little fire and blood. But for now, all I could do was wait for my "signal" to enter the field. And he appeared in a beautiful emerald silk dress and shoes of the purest leather. Amelia manages to surprise more and more in her looks, possibly gifts from the man she claims to have an affair with. And if she could make him fall hopelessly in love with her, this man could easily buy the whole of Paris for Amelia. So why does she still prefer hidden ways to get more money?

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him quickly only to be interrupted by Landon. "Can't you two seriously wait? We're kind of in the middle of something if you don't remember." I grinned at him before shooting one of the opposing mafia members just before they could reach him, unbeknownst to him due to his complaining. His eyes widened as he glanced back at the body lying behind him then turned to face me again. "Thanks." I nodded, the grin growing on my face.

She staggered to her feet and pushed the strand of blonde hair covering her face, "Come with me" As we moved away, she said, "I heard your Mafia girlfriend escaped from the country already. Her flight was undetectable in the air. Well, I trust the Di Marco syndicate to use the best of their available resources to bring their Princess home" "I don't want to talk about it" I replied blatantly but that didn't stop her from continuing, "You don't blame me so I believe you understand my role was played well, I gave you the location but who would think such an underestimated woman would take over the Eastern gang and become the leader. It never occurred in even one of the possible outcomes I outli

“Yes dear, it is that time of the year when the battle for territory leadership arises. We have to ensure that the security here is tight and you, especially my dear, are safe” “I want to leak out a secret to you and I will like it if you understand it and abide by whatever rule that would be given to you by the Don”. He said to me, I kept my ears wide and open just to get in every word that he would drop here for me. “The Don has never disclosed any woman to the mafia world because he has never been in love with anyone. I'm surprised by the way things turned out with you in the picture. He even showed you to the underworld and that still baffles me but I'm glad he has at least decided to lo

I turned around to exit and made it to my car before I unwrapped the paper and saw the location of the hotel we were to meet. “My baby can put up a show.” I confessed, squeezing up the paper and tearing it into shreds. I roared my car's engine with a new momentum and pride. I felt better now than I did when I came here to trap him down. I was scared, low-key, scared that she might have taken him away from me with her charms but I was dead wrong. Once a mafia always a mafia. A mafia stick to his game and that's what he has done. He got the bull's-eye.