Female Don Mafia Novels & Stories

The two Mafia strategists were silent, Jonathan was busy with his mobile phone at the moment, while his wife was missing him. And Jonathan missed their hot night even more. Elsewhere, the tattoed man is enjoying his activities being spurred on by his 3 hired women. They are not ordinary women, they are high-class mercenary women. They are wealthy women. PLUCK! "Faster... Faster Bicht." He said irritably hitting the buttocks of the woman who was moving wildly on top of him. "Aaahhh! Babe... Ouhhh! Shhh!" The blonde woman sighed loudly as her breasts were squeezed hard by the man she was riding.

Nothing in your rule book says I must stay with a man who abuses me. It was true, that the Mafia rule book barely mentioned women, it was written at a time when women had to do as their men told them, They were mere chattels to be bought and sold as the men saw fit, in some ways many of the Mafia Dons still treated women in t has way. Women were seen as collateral, the spoils of war to be used as the Don saw fit, or to be bartered in marriage for closer ties with friends and enemies. Very few women escaped and to do what Tash had done was unheard of but technically she had not broken any of their laws.

They seemed to be fine and they were having a chat amongst themselves. I gave a subtle knock, and then asked for the files, he said he brought them so I told him to drop everything I'm my room. Some of my men that were injured during my attack on my competitor's camp were already getting better while some of them still had a bit of healing to go. It was already nighttime by the time Damien got back, I retired to my room after I had checked up on the man in the basement. He has confessed to teaming up with another Italian mafia who also wanted a contract I was pursuing.

How dare he bring me to the shop owned by a woman he obviously fucked, or might even still be fucking? “Come along dear. I’m to give you only the best of what I have. Don’t worry, I assure you that you're in the best hands. It’s not my first time working for him if you know what I mean.” Marina winked at me, and wrapped her arms around mine like we were best friends. I hated her fake smile, and fake bubbly personality. She just basically admitted to dressing other women for him, and yet she expects me to smile with her? How dumb.

She was about to cross the line from being tipsy to being really fucking wasted. "You're a bad man," she pouted. "How so?" I leaned forward, actually curious about what she had to say. She closed her eyes, humming. "You're in the mafia. You run the mafia. You kill people. You hurt them. You make money off of their suffering." "It's just a job. Nothing personal. And besides, you're a member of the mafia too." She scoffed. "Only because I'm married to you. My family has never engaged me in their..." she scratched her head, trying to find the words, "...activities. "

Erica::"What do you think I have done my whole life ? I never ever saw a happy family.My father was the worst father , the worst husband.You know he don't even deserves to be given these titles.My father had a brother , Mark.My father used to be a filthy businessman but then he got into gambling.In fact Mark dragged my father in the mess.I have always figured out that Mark was jealous of my father's success and he had a grudge against him.He was just waiting to get hold of him.My father then lost everything to Mark and he brought Mark to our home to live with us.Actually he didn't brought him , he lost the ownership of the house to him.Mark was quite generous to let us stay with him or at le

She wore her hair out in an afro showing off its defiance to gravity while the red dress she had on complimented her dark almond skin and her brown eyes. She was gorgeous. "I've been great, I don't things can get better. How are you, Diana?" My father asked as he stood, planting a kiss against Diana's cheek which my mother didn't seem too pleased about and I couldn't say I was surprised. All mafia women acted the same. Well, the ones I knew. If I was seen talking to their husbands or wives I was an immediate threat. Many would say they are just possessive, but all I saw was insecurity and deeply rooted trust issues.

My red little dress is long enough to cover the holster holding my gun and my switchblade knives securely. The cold night air hits me with force making goosebumps appear on my soft skin as I exit the comfort of my car. Adjusting my black long coat, I make my way to 'Moreno's Den' a club known for VIPs from the mafia and other famous business moguls. It's no place for the less fortunate, perfect for doing dirty because no one gives a fuck. I majestically step into the club with slow calculated steps making sure to add a sway on my hips as I examine the environment.

she explained with a big smile. "Is that true? Then is it true that he is a mafia head? Then who is that woman? his wife?” asked Alicia. “Head of the Mafia…well I have to correct it, used to be the head of the mafia..now no, the woman he was with is not his wife…more like… hmmm…” she is silent and seemed to think of the right term. “Fuck buddy, she is a woman from Asia and a widow with one child, her child just died two weeks ago… a little girl named… Raine??”

[ Aitana ] "Here..."I offered the terrified woman some water so she could loose her shit. I feel the immense pleasure when I see people squirming under my presence. Come on, I'll be the first female Don in the mafia history and I have to live up the image. "Than...thanks." She murmured timidly, her eyes still fixed on her lap. "Look, Lisy or Lisa or whatever your name is, I won't be standing here all the day and watch your shit. I need some answers from you and you are going to it give me."I said without beating around the bush.