Female Mafia Don Novels & Stories

Here she jabbed a finger accusingly at poor Karina to emphasize her point and the unfortunate girl looked as if she wanted the earth to open up and swallow her. “I will not tolerate…” But she got no further. Ria picked up the skirts of her lovely gown and marched to her, putting her face in the other woman’s space as she said, gritting the words out, “My Mumma is the most powerful woman here, In this room, you had better respect her. She is the Mafia Queen, the Matriach; so I suggest that you shut up or…’ But the aunt was having none of it. The woman’s face was red as she shouted,

“What’s a don?” Maksim laughed. “You curious thing.” He kissed her, straightening up to deepen the kiss. “A don is the head of a mafia family. In this case, Papa is the head of the sinners men. The Kalashnikov’s family. For us, we refer to our dons as the grand sinners. The Sinner Men is the Russian faction of the mafia in Sin City. Some call it the bratva. Just as the Japanese call theirs the yakuza.” “Oh my God.”

It's not a simple thing to do. “What penalties do they give women who misbehave?” I asked curiously. “I'm sure my father does horribly, so be honest with me.” “There are three big crimes that a woman is not forgiven for within the mafia: betrayal, child abuse, and theft,” Alessandro said calmly. “In all of them, women are killed. The other crimes can be managed depending on the situation, but broadly speaking, it's those three that earn you a firing squad.” I swallowed my soup hard.

All his life he'd worked hard for it and now he had a stable stand as the don of one of the world's most famous Russian Mafia. Gianna Moira Donovan is unlucky when it comes to love. She vows to never throw herself into the said pond of heartbreak after severe fallout with her childhood sweetheart. But a clash between a Mafia don and a Donovan in unfavorable conditions spirals despise and loss of hope to something else. Something agreeable? Something horrible?

While Matheus was at the top of the stairs, still recovering, gripping the railing tightly since both his legs were injured. "However, I was never really with your mother," Jeff started, his voice tense. "She was the Don's woman, and I’d been with Matheus's mother for many years. But I wanted the power that the mafia brought: the money, everything! As soon as I seduced your mother, I gained her trust, and with that, the title of underboss since she was the Don's right hand. But... she was already pregnant. At first, the Don had no idea. So, I took you for myself, you’d be another weapon to keep going since I wanted, for a long time, to kill your mother and go back to my wife, Matheus's mothe

"Si. That is what we think." Nodding, I thought that over. Inter-family feuds weren't uncommon. But there was always a reason. Especially for crossing international boundaries. That opened a whole other can of worms that shouldn't just be tossed around like confetti. "Did Papa kill, maim, or kidnap one of these bratva's women?" Momma sucked in a noisy breath. Heated silence filled the phone. I didn't have time to baby her. She was in the fucking mafia, for fuck's sake. It's not like she doesn't understand how this game is played.

Andrea snickered. "Andrea Accardo, have you ever asked yourself why I'd want to kill my daughter? Doesn't it seem insane to even think of a thing like that? How unbelievable!" Presley half-shouted. "Women in the mafia are stronger than they appear. Just yesterday, my mother suggested I kill her first born if she proves too tough for me. What kind of a mother does that? Oh, that's true. The type who are in the mafia." Andrea asked and answered her question herself.

She slid off her heels and hit the bed almost immediately. I had sorted the whole issue with Costa and given her the land I did previously own. She was a ruthless woman with a reputation that no one wants to mess with – the queen of fucking Europe and South America. Honestly, her entrance into the mafia world had stunned the whole world. Mexicans were considered the most misogynistic. So when her father decided to exclude her, it came as no surprise when she killed him and hung his head, establishing her power and dominance before starting wars and winning them with multi mafia leaders.

A fricken mafia group! Their family company was just one big ploy to distract people from their real business of trafficking young girls and drugs. There wasn’t enough evidence to pin them down yet, but Dante told me they were so close to getting it. Laura wasn’t just a jealous and possessive ex; she was part of a fricken crime syndicate, and that made me even more terrified of her.

It was no different this time as she had gone on her regular mysterious trips to another part of the country to practice Protection Racketeering for the women-owned organization who were facing the male dominance in the industry. Her job was to simply safeguard the ones who bring immense of profit to her, but the ways she used were highly dangerous as well as illegal. At times which resulted in the violence and criminal disputes between those who dared to stand against her. But only she was the dictator of the end. Blood, fights, chaos, violence, playing with arms, were indeed the pleasurable moments of this Mafia Girl, who was anything but a mercy, contrary to all feminine character traits.