Female Mafia Leader Novels & Stories

Still, this didn't mean they always saw eye to eye. As a mafia leader, Liam was known for his ruthless nature and penchant for womanizing. However, there was one woman in his life who meant more to him than any other—Vivian. None of his mistresses dared to cross her, knowing full well that doing so would be tantamount to disobeying Liam himself.

I thought "His name is Damanico Gionovese. His mafia was in trouble when he entered our mafia when we started and we bailed him out. He kept his mafia hidden as he thinks I don't know that he's a boss and I know he's been using his mafia. His location and home is completely unknown." "You have no trace to him?" "None. Ro's missing again and I think he has her." "Ro? Ro what?" "Her real name is Royalty. Royalty Lemeire. Why?" "I know that name." "What really?" "She's the daughter of Mikenshawn and Jillian Vaio. Her father owned the biggest mafia in Italy at the time and they were good friends of the Gionvese." "Really? So she knows Damanioc?" "Maybe not personally but through family links. Th

Renee ran her hand affectionately on his hair like a mom does to her child. “Do you think I am stupid for not being able to recognise people? I have been running the Night Eagles mafia for seven years. They are not some local thugs who are thirsty for money but from my enemy gang. People here only want blood and flesh. Money has no place. It is a harsh but the nude truth of the mafia. The name is the only thing that I am yet to know, once it is done they are out of this world.” Two hours later…

"This is Johnson Rivers. The one in charge of children and women trafficking. He's the first person we can get in touch with now." Mateo smiles and I know it's not a smile of joy or happiness, it's a smile that screams danger. "Why haven't you gotten a hold of him yet?" "He always finds a way to get out of our hands, every single time and besides that's not who we want, we need to get the leader. But no one has ever seen him/her ever." Vera explains playing with the remote. "Are you sure y'all are the most fearful Mafia in the continent?" Mateo raises an eyebrow, directing the question to me.

With him was Layla: his wife who is just a housewife and has no responsibility in the mafia dealings. Cooking and giving birth were her thing. Three sons of the almost same age lead the soldiers to war and the eldest, the underboss, is groomed to be a boss someday. Jacob was growing old already. The other members of the group were recruited and trained in various positions to handle. And the most precious and protected, Nica Mizzeti. She was the only female child and for that, Jacob cherished her. Unlike the others, Nica wasn't trained the mafia way but as a housewife for a mafia boss.

"I am the girl you will seek at the request of Mr. Alfred Zeroun Mendrick. Laura Valerie Alexander." But still. The woman's sharp gaze didn't change at all. Even though Laura had already said who she really was. Laura smile evilly and then walked around the woman as she continued to speak. "I'm sure you know who I am. I am the Son of Mr. Aric Alexander. The most feared head of the American Mafia and Damian Mendrick's greatest enemy. And you, you know that, don't you?" "Why are you tying me up like this? You want to kill me because I interfered in your dealings with Mr Alfred and his family? Is that what you want to do?" asked the woman named Zena Mikayla while continuing to stare intently.

I don't think I can give an answer to that question. Being a Mafia was also part of my life, Max was still too young to take over any responsibility? Right? Oh, what am I thinking? I was brought into this shit when I was his age, and I also know of a Mafia Queen who is about twelve years, Malia Frenzo... That little girl was vicious. "Let's Change the topic... Is there any information about the video- were your guys able to trace it back to Alessandro?" "Nope," he said, popping the 'p' "it was heavily encrypted." He said.

My father was holding my hand and showing me around to all his friends, introducing me as the future Mafian leader of his empire. "Bella...." Someone called me out of my trance. "Are you okay?" Diego asked. I nodded and we walked pass the crowd, straight to the high table. There was this woman I knew, very vibrant and fierce those years. She sat down like a queen that she was on the high table and chatted with her friends. I knew that woman...my father said she is one of the most respected and feared Mafian leaders in the world. She's also the first woman to own an empire and be a Mafian leader.

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.

“You have no idea who the fuck you are talking to right now. I ought to whip you until you bleed for this disobedient and disrespectful outburst.” Her eyes widened and her mouth went dry as it hung open. Not at his threats but rather the vclaim that he made—his words echoing in her mind. The mafia king? As in the leader of the vicious MMM group from Karachi? Never in a million years had Anissa thought that she would be facing the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. The identity of the leader of the mafia was kept hidden from the public but his malicious and merciless killings and acts were infamous throughout the country. Anissa wasn’t that much of a news person or a socialite