Female Mafia Don Novels & Stories

I am furious and feel like I can tell Rosa to stick her job up her ass, but I know that I cannot do that as I need the money. "Rosa, it is fine to let her talk. I want to know what she thinks. I do not appreciate you calling my daughter a bastard. You better count your words because you might end up like your father," Mia says. I know Mia has a lot of power in the Italian Mafia. She is the soon-to-be Donna of Riccardo Marino, and Mia is also the Donna of the Costa family. Mia should never have been the Donna of the Costa family. That position should have been mine, and I should also be the fiance of Riccardo Marino. My father should have let Riccardo take me as his mistress, not Mia.

she said, her voice low and tense. Another bang, this time closer. My heart pounded. I felt something shift inside me. Fear. Not the everyday kind. The real kind. The kind that tells you something terrible is about to happen. Maria turned, scooping Leon into her arms. She must’ve seen it on my face. Heard it in my voice. That something wasn’t right. After all, Maria worked for them. The Mafia. Even if she never said it aloud, how could she not know? This place, two guards, locked gates, rules about phones, it wasn’t normal. I was either under protection or under control.

Zia was the only person close to Chloe, but she didn't live with her; she lived in another country. She lost her temper and slapped Andrew in outrage. His men, who were also present in the room, instantly pointed their guns at her as she slapped their boss. Andrew gestured for them to put their guns down with a look. She glared at him with pure hatred in her eyes. "I never thought you would stoop so low," she yelled at him in anger and rushed to her Aunt, but he stopped her by grasping her hand. "I'm the Mafia Boss. I'm a devil; I hurt people. I don't show mercy to anybody. This is my real side. You messed with the wrong person, and now you have to pay for your deeds," he said darkly.

She uttered making Alex stunned again. Alex came towards her and held the tip of her hair " Seems like you don't know what you're getting yourself into right now. I might be like the devil himself , heartless, merciless and incredibly dangerous. Are you still willing? His warning weren't enough to make her back off or disagree, Alyssa has never been this brave,bold and determining all her life. " Do you Know what and who a Mafia is?" His voice sounded calm this time but extremely low while he whispered to her ear.

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

These directors are also part of our underground group. No wonder they are all close, they know each other’s skeletons and Giovanni admitted it to me. Giovanni cleared his throat. “Amara Corporation is influential in the African Mafia, that’s why I approved their proposal,” he said and they were all shocked by his news. “He doesn’t look like one, I mean, in a sense of not a strict person,” someone said.

Walking straight to the bar, I poured another drink—this time I didn’t smash the glass. I sat on the edge of the fireplace, staring into the flames like they had answers to this bloody mystery. A knock came twenty minutes later. Heavy, deliberate. I opened the door to find Matteo standing over a half-conscious woman. Blood on her shirt. Lip split. One eye already darkening. Teresa fucking Mendez. “Put her in the back,” I ordered. Down in the cellar again—different room this time. No screens. Just cemented walls, chains and a single metal chair. Matteo dumped her in it, zip-tied her wrists.

"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.

It was a soothing voice. I looked at Liam and he gave me a look that sent shivers down my spine. "I...I can't say." I stuttered. "Why not?" My father asked. I looked back up at Liam and he mouthed no. "I can't say that either dad." "Melody, you need to tell me something!" My father yelled. "Dad I can't!" I shouted back. "Why the hell not?!" My mother yelled. My mom rarely cussed and when she did all hell broke loose. Which is somewhat interesting since she's apparently part of a mafia.

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.