Female Mafia Don Novels & Stories

The Female Mafia Queen. And Adira rose to the name Mafia Queen, only recruiting women into her gang. At first, everyone called her a girl who wanted to play mafia saying that a mafia was no place for a woman. One of them being the man brutally beaten up, going by the name Mr Andrews, the former legal advisor of the Black Roses and the only man to ever work with the gang. His daughter, Stephanie Andrews now the new Councilor, legal advisor and also best friend to Adira brought his crimes and atrocities to light hence his punishment.

The Mexican mafia, the Cuba mafia, the Macedonian mafia and the Brazilian mafia had been bought over but Greek mafia, English mafia and South Korean mafia had refused to join him. Today he was meeting with Madame Chantelle Dubois, Donna of the French mafia and rumored to have the effect of a black widow. Whoever sided with her was in for a lot of protection given that she had a lot of allies in her side. Madame Chantelle sat pretty and powerful in her female tux as she went through her work iPad. “Good evening Madame”, Christian greeted the woman when he came close and she offered him her hand to kiss. “Christian Gerard”, her french accent stood out as she smiled a nice smile at him.

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

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.

The mountains help them both out, and I follow in behind them into the cabin. I move behind both Katya and Anya and uncuff them. “You are both safe here and I give you my word no harm will come to either of you while you are here. Let me first introduce myself to you both. I am Cassandria Bristol-Romano, the first female Don. He is Mafia King Matteo DeAngelis and these are our teams. You are both safe. All I want to do is help you both.” I say as I move and sit down on the sofa as Tati and Alina sit on either side of me.

In both hands, she held a Glock pistol with a very professional grip. "You've come to the wrong house," Lily hissed. As the daughter of the late legendary mafia leader, the husband of Grandma Louisa and Lucas's grandfather, the blood of a fighter flowed strongly in Lily's veins. She moved as fast as lightning, taking cover behind a wooden pillar while returning fire. A shootout erupted in the living room. Shards of glass and wood flew everywhere. Lily showed the skills she had been hiding in order to live a normal life. She took down two more men with precise shots to the chest.

“Good point Miss Heer ... I need your talents not for now but for future missions so you are part of my organization from today ...” Heer was not stupid, she knew that once she stepped into the world of mafia, it is very difficult to return ... Getting out of here is just death and there is no way... “Can I go back to my country after completing your missions ...?” At this JR looked at her... “No, once you become part of this family you have no way back.” “Absolutely not ... I can't spend my whole life among criminals ... Is this a joke here ....” She chewed one word at a time ...

"I remember when I first told Sebastian that I was pregnant. He was ready to kill my boyfriend. He literally held a gun to his head. Somehow, I managed to convince him that my baby will need his father." "That's crazy," I commented. She nodded her head, agreeing. "How come you live here and he lives in the US?" "I was born and raised there until I turned 10. You know what men in the mafia are like especially with girls. My mom didn't want that to happen to me so I live here. No one knows about me." Men in the mafia treat women like objects. As soon as a girl has come of age, she needs protecting. Offers for marriage will come like a ton of bricks. Some people will even go as far as kidnappin

As if I was a stupid woman who didn’t have eyes and ears and couldn’t put two and two together. I was a daughter of the mafia. I grew up with guns, arm deals, and sulky men around me twenty-four-seven. “Where was Aoki and his guys that didn’t stop it?” Archie carried on, his voice still loud and angry. “Were they hurt?” he added after a moment, sounding concerned now.

The coldness of the metallic weapon sends a chill down my spine, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand straight up. “What’s your name?” he hisses and glares coldly at me. Behind him, his men start to drag the women from other families out of the little circle where father and mother huddle. There are whimpers and tears as the helpless women get torn from the grasps of their loved ones. One of the mafias laughs as he binds their trembling wrists; each with a thick brown rope and ties them all together so they all line up one after another like lamb going for slaughter.