Female Mafia Don Novels & Stories

She looked as alluring as ever, her hair in a long braid down her back, dressed in a flowing dress that made her look more vulnerable and yet, seductive. Piers started forward, his face tight with anger as he said in a low, angry voice, “Sir…Mumma?” The Mafia Don looked him in the eyes and said in a firm voice, “Son, I want to see the wh*re I bedded years ago. I want to make her see the only Woman I have loved; This one.” And he swept his petrified-looking wife into his arms, wrapping a thick, muscled arm around her waist as she clung to him in terror.

"Happy twenty first birthday, dear Janet," Don Vincent Valenti growled at the youngest of his seven step daughters as he slammed his cock deep into her sister's pussy. Janet held her head high as she descended the stairs, biting down on her teeth, refusing to cower before this beast. She learned three years ago, when her mom married the mafia king, never to look Don Vincent in the eye. Never to let him see how much he disturbed her. He and his son, Jax Valenti, started fucking her mom and older sisters the moment they set foot in the house.

Warren enquires, leaning back on the couch. Vincent continues, "Our mafias will merge, and we'll share our men, weaponry, and other things." He pauses and looks at us both. "As a result of this, our mafias will be the most powerful in the world and will undoubtedly set records." As I took in what he said, a slight smile appeared on my lips, and Warren appeared to be impressed as well. "Please get rid of it!" From the kitchen, a voice yells. "You're standing in front of it; you do it!"

"I know that Damian doesn't take payments in people. That's not how he operates — not usually." The word usually landed with weight. "So this was unusual," I said. "You being here is unusual." She said it plainly, without drama. "Anyone who's been in this house more than a week can see that." I turned my cup in my hands. "Someone told me — implied, really — that he asked for someone unclaimed." I kept my voice even. "That he specifically requested that." Mara's expression didn't change, but something behind it did. A small internal adjustment, barely visible.

If it were before, there wouldn't be any problem but now, I can't just risk my baby's life and future because of her father who is a grown up adult who can protect himself. The Russian mafia are known for their ruthless and also been involved in the human trafficking. They kidnap both children and women. The children are sold to be slaves while the stronger ones are taught the ruthless ways of been assassins to the point that they don't feel anything to anyone, its as if there humanity is lost. Others who are extremely weak and don't have good appearance, Their body parts are sold while others are thrown into the streets to be begging for money as a method ti earn more money for them. The wo

The woman gave her an edgy vibe yesterday night, and she could really see why she could fit in as Drey’s ex. However, she had never heard any rumors whatsoever regarding Drey having an ex, a popular one at that. And from what she saw, it seemed like she was either involved in the Mafia or belonged to a very powerful organization in the country. Curiousity was eating her up, and she wanted answers.

Her voice breaks and there are murmurs of confusion in the room. " As all of you know, I have other businesses that require my attention and being in a tight position" She touches her tummy with a gentle smile "Today I am dropping the mafia" Mia mumbles and there are opposing voices everywhere. Especially from the girls who appear to be on the verge of crying. "Don't worry girls, I am not dropping you just yet," She chuckles glancing at Fabio who has an unreadable expression on his face.

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

I raise my voice slightly while he trembles. "It's a Mafia case! Your specialty." He snaps back earning a scrowl from me. "Even though..." I trail off running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. I can't even get some rest?! I needed a fucking vacation! "I'm sure you'd like this case. It involves the famous Mafia Queen." He pressed on and my ears perk up at the sentence. "You mean Arianna?" "Yes." Arianna Romano. The deadliest and the most terrifying woman in the whole of America. She's so mysterious no one has ever seen her face. Be it covering up with a veil or wearing a mask, she makes sure her identity is hidden whenever she's out killing people.

“We thought if that first but we noticed the unfamiliar tattoo on the killer’s wrist, it wasn’t the same as Rossi’s or anyone we knew about…” “Have you now found out who did that or how my mother got into that whole situation?” His jaw clenches in thought. “Your mother…” I raise a brow. “What, spit it out…I need to know please…..” “My guess is that your mother was part of a mafia gang before you were born and had something that they wanted but lied which got her killed.” My eyes widens from the sudden news that was just dropped on me. Looking back now, she was always sensitive about topics concerning her past or any topics concerning my father.