Female Don Mafia Novels & Stories

“I’d like to think I’m a little more stylish than those brutes.” I almost smile, but the tension in my chest doesn't fully loosen. “No, I just mean,” I continue, my words stumbling over each other, “I thought… I thought women in the mafia were only there to… please the men and be escorts and stuff...” I finally say, and the confession leaves me feeling exposed, embarrassed by my own assumptions, but Daniella doesn't look offended. Instead, she studies me with something like mild surprise. “You’re gravely mistaken,” she says. “There’s clearly a lot you need to learn.”

I’m very proud of Sofia and her embracing mafia wife life. I still can’t believe I’m a mafia wife to not one but to dons. I fought so hard for years against marrying one Don and now I have two. Two Dons, my Kings who share their power with me. They will not let me fade into the background. I love them for giving me a place at their side. It’s clear I’m not the docile mafia wife that is happy to shop and spend money. Sofia is totally content to be that type of mafia wife and it’s what clearly makes her happy. It goes to prove that even mafia wife’s can be different. It’s nice to have a variety of us because it shows that we don’t have to be forced to fit into a box. The underworld may still b

I burst into laughter, relaxing my head on the wall before looking up again. “The man you've been hanging around with is a Mafia Don. His real name is Carlos Gotti, how don't you know? Why didn't you ask for the name of a man who is your boyfriend? Can you take a look at yourself?” “You're the one who should take a look at yourself, Isabella. You can't continue like this, come on. Carlos Meyer is the man I am with and not a Gotti. Gotti is a Mafia Don—I have heard that from so many people and even though I haven't met this man because I don't know his face, I'm more than certain he's not the Carlos I know.”

He was about to punch me when he stopped and became pale and weaker. The knife I used was small but, it had a deadly poison. "Goodbye, dog of a mafia org." I'm a killer, yeah, I'm not just an ordinary model. I hate Mafia the most. I love killing them. ------- "Wifey, awake, awake!" I woke up when Warren jumped on our bed. "What's the matter Warren?" I asked sleepily. He lay down next to me and moved his foot. "You have a male visitor. His name is Yuhan." He said while pouting.

Her two guards had become close friends, Dante did not like her mixing with the women married to some of the other Dons, they were hard-faced chancers who did little else but spend their husband's money on spa days, beauty products and clothes. They were pretty accessories who had no role other than to look beautiful in the arms of their men and be their whores in the bedroom. The women did whatever the men asked of them so they could live in the luxury of being a Don's wife Gabriella had nothing in common with any of them and happily agreed to avoid them. She was far too busy running her office and they did not understand why she would choose to work when she did not have to. Maria and Ann

Liam shifted his gaze from one person to the next, trying to gauge their intentions. “Well, well, well,” said the blonde woman, a hint of amusement in her tone. “Look who’s finally decided to join us.” The blonde woman's name was Sheila, also known as the queen of the underworld. She was a ruthless and fearsome mafia boss, she was one of the few women who ran a mafia. "Are you the boss?" Liam asked, stoically. "Yes." Sheila replied in a tone devoid of any emotion, locking eyes with him. "Liam Danvers right?" She asked, maintaining her serious expressions. It was her serious attitude and ruthlessness that made her a feared mafia queen.

He asked again yanking her in front of him harshly as she slowly looked up at him. "I wasn't.. Trying to do anything.. They weren't leaving me alone.” She tried explaining but Zeke glared at her. "These people are not normal human Danica. Everyone in here is a mafia or belongs to a mafia family. You must not mess with anyone here, do you understand me?" He looked at her furiously making her to give him a nod as he walked away with her following him behind.

she begins with a drawl and my ears perk up, intent on catching every word that comes out of her mouth, “is not merely a party. It is a façade for the rich and powerful to mingle, to strike business deals and to carve out alliances.” I wriggle out of my shirt and lay them neatly on a little stool next to the mirror. Elena continues. “All the mafia leaders from other regions will be there. Kane may be the mafia king in our land, but he will still need to make allies with the rest of the leaders from other regions to cement his position once and for all. He hasn’t had the best of reputations all this while, did you know that?” I suck in a breath. Is that a trick question? “I don’t know what yo

Mafia’s Maid Ashley froze on his lap as soon as she heard his demand. She was watching him without blinking her eyes as she didn’t believe the task he ordered her to do. Master Jeremy was holding a sinister smirk over his face watching her shocked expressions keenly. When she didn’t move even a bit after a few moments he bent down and sucked her nipple which was pulled out by him to wake her up from her trance.

The man began to drag her to the couch, “come on. I’ll take care of you!” “I’m not a whore! I’m sorry I got the wrong room! Let me go, please!” She screamed, feeling helpless. “Oh, they all say that honey. Don’t worry… I’ll be gentle.” “I’m Damian’s woman!” Evelyn shouted in panic, borrowing the mafia’s name as she swung her arm, “You dare touch me, you are in deep trouble!” The room burst into laughter and the man gripping her laughed: “Ohh really? Do you know how many women the mafia boss has? You?! Haha—”