Gangster Princess Novels & Stories

She jerked her hand away from his grasp, pushing him aside. “Touch me again, and I’ll put a bullet in your head, Mr. Ruffino.” She declared, embodying the spirit of a mafia princess, inheriting her father’s arched brow and devilish smirk. His smile widened, reveling in the sight of the doctor-turned-threatening princess before him. “Gladly, but I won’t allow you to be on your own,” he countered.

The velvet ropes, the crystal chandeliers, the high-society posture—it was all a thin, pathetic facade built to mask the absolute savagery underneath. Surrounding the table, a few of the older Capos let out low, appreciative chuckles, eyeing the girl like wolves evaluating a stray lamb. No one spoke up. No one called it an abomination. In their world, this was standard currency. "Well, Volkov?" Vance demanded, slapping the table right beside his daughter's trembling hand, making her jump in terror. "She’s worth five million of any man's money. Do you have the stomach to take the bet, or are you going to prove you’re as soft as the rumors say?"

I was a mafia princess in hiding. I gave my husband everything. Then, right after his company went public, he cheated on me at the party I threw for him. With his childhood sweetheart, Isabella. “Elena, you can’t even iron an Hermès scarf? Look at these wrinkles. It’s a cheap rag.” I stopped. The steam from the iron—or maybe my own rage—blurred my vision. Marco’s mother, Amelia, threw the expensive scarf back at me, her face full of contempt.

nodding quietly Tony agrees. Texting the others, we move to excuse ourselves and end the lunch early. After a few handshakes and a few envelopes of hush money the men move to leave, Makela still hanging on my arm. Whining, she practically grinds her fake plastic body all over me, begging me to take her home and I quote “fill her up and put a baby deep inside her.” Ya no, the only one who’s ever carrying our child is our Principessa (Princess) not some two bit whore. Our Princess the only one who will ever have that privilege. Ripping my arm away I tell her to fuck off before forcibly removing her body from mine. Sobbing, she attempts to throw a fit as the valet tosses me my keys. Spotting my

The game is played between the high and mighty and in this game I know exactly how to play my cards. The ladies danced in front of me, on my groins rocking and gliding while the others caressed my hair. I enjoyed every touch and every stroke they gave me. This was my most private suite. The VVIP section meant for me and my ladies alone. The nights slowly crept by and I retired to the room with the finest of the ladies I had picked after settling the rest with some cash. She must think she is the luckiest to share a bed with Dominco Salvatore. It's a one night thing and I don't go for a woman twice. This was what women are made for; for pleasure and satisfaction. No woman can lead a Mafia gro

I knew, I was thinking with my dick and it was the first it was being picky. This Serena studied in All-Girls Catholic School. I never have as much as seen her more than once in a year, that too in some gala or charity ball where either her pieces are being auctioned or she’s accompanying her father. From what I know that little Daddy’s Princess didn’t come out in the Public much. You can’t even g****e her. And she had a ‘reputation’ to be a pushover and an emotional fool that stays in her shell in the society so it never came as a surprise to both families that our boat didn’t have sails.

Falcone again moved to her if she was removed from her way. Chiara had many connections with the dangerous mafia leaders as she was known as the Princess of the strongest Mafia family. Chiara was burning in rage since Phoebe disowned her by calling her slut. Phoebe you will regret every word you used for me “Hello, is everything ready for tonight?” “Yes!” “You will be rewarded but I don’t want any mistake.” “Rest assured Mam. We are well prepared. Your problem will get solved.” “Hang up now! You will get the invitation”

Natasha eyed him worriedly. Hoon nodded, "I'm fine, please keep your head down," He grabbed his handgun from the glove compartment. They had never seen his face. He worked in the dark. The tattoo on his shoulder and the peculiar birthmark on his neck were the only things that identify him as one of their members. He would stand hundreds of miles away, watching them through the twenty-power spotting scope during the private transactions. He wanted to fight alongside his brothers but since his elder brother entrusted his wife to him, he swore to protect her safety with his life.

Perhaps it can just be a car that is going in the same direction, but I am pretty sure that a black Mercedes constitutes as a car that you truly need to keep your eyes out for in this nasty big old Mafia world. Has the danger come to Trinity’s doorstep as we always thought? “Princess, there is a change of plans; we are going to my place.” Now the girl gets a smile wider than her face can carry, ya…I know what she is thinking, and honey, it ain't happening. So without having to alarm her, I make the shit poor ass excuse up that I need to get some things from home, when in fact, I need to get my hands on some more firepower than what I have. I don’t want to fucking spook the girl.

A carved piece of art. 'Maddox Dasher, the King of the Vegas.' She turned to him, and unaware look upon her pretty face. The people almost turned their necks just to see a beautiful woman along with Maddox Dasher. "You are..." she was paused. "I am the King of Vegas...a gambler." Her knitted eyebrows were suddenly turned into a calm expression. She had gotten into a dangerous pair of hands. Maddox Dasher was a mafia guy. From her body language, he understood that she is about to run until he grabbed her arm and pulled her close, slowly whispering in her ear.