Don’t Mess With The Mafia Heiress Novels & Stories

This is the very first time that a woman actually had the guts to slap his friend, and he was flabbergasted. But what's even more surprising for him is that Calix never bothered to get back at Kaira or show her where that disrespectful behavior would lead her. He just remains tight-lipped and is very accepting of how furious his wife is at this exact moment. "Calix, you've made the biggest mistake of your life! I am not your little stupid wife that you can play with." She screamed at him. "Damn you! I am a mafia heiress, and no one betrays me and gets away with it."

We won. We entered a smoked glass door on this tall building 3 days after the conquest. Wearing a corporate suit, we'll meet the 'bosses' for formalities regarding our training as one of their mafia teams. Heading to the front to bow, I raised my head, and I saw Theon in the middle. I didn't show my shock, the two gasps. I knew someone's up with him. He's the 'Mafia Chairman' according to the pin on his coat. The meeting have this cold air, we remained stoic.

“It’s fine if you don’t come with me. I can handle myself.” My lips immediately turned up in a smirk when Claire roughly closed her book and stood up. She looked at me, having no other choice. I know she doesn’t want to go out. She’s still exhausted. We both are. We got so caught up with all the matters going inside the family for the past few months. Since the Elcrimo mafia empire of the Constantines is growing bigger, I am entailed with bigger issues and responsibilities, too – my essential role as the heiress. This, maybe, is just the second or third day-off we had. Claire wanted to spend her break in a quiet and comfortable place; sit, read a book, and then later on sleep. And it is way

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."

He said that there is more toil. "What do you need from me?" Saint promised weakly. "We want your power! Your position! And your wealth. And Deus wants to know where the hell is the mafia heiress." Mafia Heiress? Savienna is the real mafia heiress. But I am still claiming it as me because that's what they thought too. "Okay, I got what I wanted. Now I need to erase you to keep your mouth shut." Because of what Saint said, I saw a strange fear that enveloped Gayle's entire being.

He started, his voice cold and detached, “I’m Marco Valentino and the first thing you should know about me is that…no one orders me! When I mean no one, I mean humans, talk more of my dolls, which I bought with my hard-earned money!” A shiver ran down my spine. The only thing I could get from all he said was his surname, ‘Valentino’. Italian. I was in Italy? My mother had really sold me to the ruthless Mafia don she was talking about? “Let me go!” I yelled, “My mother…she has no right over me, I’m a fucking grown woman, and so she has no right to sell me to you.” “That’s impossible, darling.” He said, standing up, something about him was unsettling…his aura screamed danger and I knew I had

When I give the word follow the plan and meet me back at the mansion. She wasn’t stupid, she had known being on full view in front of the British media had put her in the sights of her enemies so she had brought her own protection. Dante had taught her to always be aware of the dangers around her, once she became the Donna she might as well as put a target on her back. Every Mafia Don wanted to take her down simply because she was a woman and she threatened their all male club, she had thought they accepted her as they treated her with such curtsey when they met. He had shown her the messages he had received, none of them complimentary, all of them openly sexual describing in detail what the

She says with the quirk of her perfectly arched brow. She takes a step towards me. I take one back. “I-I’ll clean this up!” I stutter out just as my back collides with the wall and she steps towards me again with a grin that holds a promise of pain and suffering. “Meera Florence.” She chimes, “the heiress to the biggest mafia empire in the entirety of Europe. Now pushed down to rags.” She says looking me up and down and giving me a feigned look of pity. “Who would have thought?” She wonders out loud, looking up at the intricately carved ceiling for a moment.

Nek and Camillo wanted to make me watch him die. But I wasn’t the helpless girl they wanted me to be. I was my father’s daughter. A mafia heiress. A leader. A fighter. And I would burn this entire building to the ground before I let them touch him.

I heard Dad whisper, almost panicked. "He's right though, she needs to know from us." Vincent agreed with whatever Romeo said. What are they talking about? What should I know? "What do we tell her, 'Oh hey, we're the mafia and I'm the don. your cousin is also a mafia leader and we kill people. oh, and let's not forget that your boyfriend is the Russian mafia leader. Don't be afraid okay?!' That would be so great, and it would go so well, don't you think?" Dante snapped.