Female Don Mafia Novels & Stories

For a moment I thought she had seen in my eyes that I was the girl. "No!" She shook her head. "He tortures her? I can't write that. I want a mafia king who protects her and is always ready to kill anyone for her." "And that is not the case here! This is my idea, so write this down." She frowned. "Girl, a good mafia king will protect the woman and do things to her that she will have no choice but to fall in love!" She defended. "I can't write a man who can't protect the female lead. Okay, it can be enemies to lovers but with no torture."

"Because I want you to understand that not everyone who takes on this position does so willingly, and they don't do a good job because they don't see the appeal. In the case of us, well, I can speak for myself and Lorenzo, we're excited and very interested in taking care of a woman who not only can protect herself but is also exultantly compassionate and offers people the opportunity to be heard to solve their problems, something you don't see every day..." That warmed my heart. "I can second that," Enzo said in sign language. "As a rule, mafia women, especially the wives of men in high positions, are considered spoiled individuals who only think of themselves and seek the money and power be

I turned my attention to Mia, and she said, "Marco was able to find a lead that linked my sister's cellmate. The woman's name was Sandra Santoro. She worked with Elio Missoni, who is rumored to be a very dangerous man in Rimini." "Elio Missoni," I said the name out loud to memorize it. I had to put the Faviola mission on hold to find Elio Missoni and find out who killed the mother of my child 9 years ago. "Thank you for coming to share this news about Juliana, I will make sure that I find this Ellio Missoni." "Please do." After she was gone, I took the pregnancy scan, slipped it inside my back pocket, and went upstairs to Gia's room.

"We will, daughter. We won't rest until Alessandro is safe, and Domenico pays for what he has done." Georgia closed her eyes, clenching her fists. She knew the road ahead would be difficult, but considering the circumstances, she had nothing left to do but trust the man. After all, her father was also an intelligent mafia leader, perhaps not in an organization as large as Templo Negro, but certainly in one large enough for her to put her full trust in him.

“I don’t know. I kept the papers safe. I don’t know how they got out.” “We trusted you,” the masked man said, tapping the frame with his barrel. “That’s why we chose your idea over Astor’s.” My mother lifted her face, her hands clasped together. “Please,” she sobbed. “Don’t do this.” “I wish I could believe you but Astor Giovanni came with proof of your betrayal.” He responded “I’m sorry,” the man said quietly. “But someone has to pay.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Please….” The first gunshot tore through the house.

Normally,it takes minutes for the Mafia king to find someone but…it was different with the lady. For a moment,he thought that maybe she was a ghost… It took them three damn weeks to find! “Who is she?And where is she?Do you have her residential address?Have you brought her along?”He asked countless questions in one go. The Mafia king has never been this curious his entire life but it was different this time… Diego was quiet for a while,”Spill it out, Diego!”He almost jumped. “She's called Angelina Fernandez.She is the daughter of Damien Fernandez and the ex-wife to Lucas Ford.”The masked man was speechless when he heard Diego's words.

she said with worries. "I have considered it as well. Our mafia group is not any street gang, dear. We rule the underground world. No one would dare to take a powerful Mafia's wife away just like that, in case you got revealed. I will give Kennard my position so he will have more powerful authority." he relieved her. Madeline listen carefully to his every word but still, her fear for Kennard was stopping her from accepting his idea. He took a moment and again spoke gazing at her lost figure.

“Don’t worry, I am not in love with him. To me, he is just a friend, nothing more or less.” “How can you even consider him a friend, Madame? He is a ruthless mafia boss. He is dangerous by nature. I don’t know what he is capable of doing to you.” “What am I supposed to do now, Darius? He has a significant amount of our company’s stock. He isn’t just a mafia boss, he is also one of our most prominent shareholder. I cannot just cut this man off now, can I?” She paused before continuing. “I understand, Madame. Then, I will be waiting on the car outside the building. If anything happens, I will come to your rescue.” He stated. She nodded and continued getting ready.

"Get out of my house!" A tall, heavily scarred mercenary with a jagged serpent tattoo curling up his neck stepped forward, racking the slide of his Glock with a cold, metallic snap. "Where is she, old man?" the mercenary rasped, his eyes cold, dead, and utterly merciless. Michael stepped firmly in front of his wife, shielding her with his broad frame, his chest heaving with adrenaline. "Where is who?! What are you talking about?!" "Don't play dumb with me," the hitman snarled, stepping into the dim yellow lamplight. "Serena. The little whore who got Don Romano’s son killed. Where is Zayden Blackthorn keeping her?"

He darted his shitting gaze back to me and a goofy grin contorted his already contorted face. "She's a Mafia whore, right?" He asked with a hungry fucking look. My jaw clenched more, annoyance and irritation coursed through my veins all at once. What the fuck? A fucking mafia whore? In the fucking Cosa Nostra, a Mafia whore is a bitch hired and signed to a Mafia group. Who every man in that mafia could fuck whenever they want. Most Mafias had one, but apparently that is disgusting! I hate sharing. I don't fuck women who had been fucked by another man, even my personal whores were all fucking virgins when they were signed to me. I was always the first for every woman I fucked, I like my women