Female Mafia Don Novels & Stories

“He’s ruthless, lethal and really, really powerful. When he came into the hideout where the kidnappers had taken Ethan and I to, they had instantly dropped to their knees, that’s how much he’s feared by people.” My skin crawled as I listened to my parents talk about how dangerous the person I was going married off to was, as the hair stylist did my hair up in my bedroom. I was already dressed up in my wedding dress, and my makeup had already been done to perfection by professionals. “He’s the most powerful mafia Don ever to walk the earth. Every other mafia here in Italy knows he has the final say.” Dad continued and I felt fear clog my throat once again. “And you’re getting me married off t

~Emilia’s Point of View~ “Well are you,” I asked again, grabbing a pillow and clutching it to my chest. His eyes darted all over the place. Was he … mafia? Oh no. Ohh … no. My eyes flicked to his tattoos. I watched enough TV to know I was in deep shit. “If she were a male, yes,” he said, matter of fact. A sudden surge of anger flooded through me, but not at my mate. Natalie had to know this would happen, you don’t just fuck over people for that kind of money and expect them to let it go. Then, a light bulb went off in my head.

The date they were appointed as the boss and died was written below none of them were overthrown except one who was overthrown by his aunt in 1921, and after that he began seeing women take the position of been the boss, he finally reached the last photo and was shocked by whom he saw. Monalisa sat graciously on the chair he had seen other bosses sitting, she was younger and vibrantly smiled, and the smile not forced but real, other bosses smiled to but it looked unreal. He looked under the photo and saw something that literally blew his mind. ‘Monalisa Del-A-Cruz, mafia queen from 2018-till date’. ‘Oh my god’ Jeremy muttered still shocked by what he read.

“You don’t want the answer.” “Don’t tell me what I want.” I poured her a glass of water and set it on the desk between us. “The Mafia isn’t a charity, Lucia. It’s a war zone dressed up in Italian suits. Women die here just like men do. Sometimes faster.” “So they were all just… collateral?” I looked her dead in the eye. “Yes.” Her lips parted, disbelief written all over her face.

You will belong to me body and soul. She knew it was the Mafia way, once the Grand Don placed his ring on a woman’s finger she became his possession, his to do whatever he liked with, she had no rights of her own. It was something she was battling with because she was a Don in her own right and had no intention of giving her whole life over to Ricci. The Hierarchy were about to find out she was just as stubborn as her husband; she was determined to have the rules change and bring the organisation kicking and screaming into the twenty-first century.

"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?"

A knock came on my door, and the knob turned as Portia came in. "Dios! I told you to always knock!" She closed the door behind her and smiled. She always looked different when she smiled, like the mother she was when I was little. It always brought back memories, and I found myself wondering why she changed. That was then. Now, I knew her not as the mother she was but as the greedy woman she'd become. Not "madre" again, but as Portia. She stepped into the room. "Lorenzo, you know I'm in full support of you taking control of the Mafia."

She sat down on my bed and I let out a little laugh "I know. I've just not had the chance to talk to my parents or anyone and since I'm not allowed to leave seeing them wasn't an option. Julius said I was in some kind of danger" I rolled my eyes and I heard her laugh. i just stared at her. "I'm sorry Vera. You married into a mafia family and now ur the wife of the now mafia don meaning your life would be in constant danger" I had my suspicions there were in the mafia ever since the day dad told me they could ruin him. The luxurious mansion added to my suspicions but she just confirmed it. "It's okay mother. It's all worth it "

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

He spoke out, his face held no emotion but his words were cold. “Unless of course, you would give up your Mafia?” Xavier asked as his eyebrow raised in curiosity. Fuck. As much as I hated to admit it…he was right…he was Fucking right. My baby girl has been training her entire life to become the perfect leader, just like me. She’s been dreaming of this for her entire life, to become the first female Mafia leader… the world’s first Donna… and I couldn’t take that away from her. “We will never relinquish control of our Mafia, Grey, over my Fucking dead body.” Father growled as the tension in the room thickened.