Gangster Princess Novels & Stories

I needed to calm myself and thought about my son, Teddy. “Also, Helen Ross had helped save my mother’s life a year ago. I told you about how ill my mother was. I was lucky to receive a charity fund from Helen Ross’ company to support my mother’s medical cost. I owed her” Gina’s words were like fire in my ears. I took one deep breath and said in anger to Gina, “Miss Gina Lee. That charity fund was set up by my mother. Princess Annabella. And yes, I am the lost Princess of Averna, also known as the runaway bride. You stupid b*tch!”

Pavan appeared a little intimidated, while Danial frowned at the bodyguards, about to question their purpose. Suddenly, the bodyguards parted, revealing a slim figure walking through the formation. Danial looked at her and didn't recognize her. The woman was Crystal Kirk, the princess of the Kirk Family. She dazzled in a sleek, sapphire-blue gown with a high slit and an off-the-shoulder neckline, adorned with intricate beadwork. She walked gracefully towards the table and greeted them, "Hello everyone, I hope you are having a great time. My name is Crystal Kirk, but you can call me Miss Kirk. I hosted this dinner."

She was perched on the edge of his desk like a decorative trinket with too much lip gloss, cleavage begging for attention in a blood red dress that looked tailored to entice. With curves that looks almost too good to be true! Bianca Ravelli. The mafia princess of the Ravelli syndicate. She’s Spoiled, shallow, dangerous in the way pretty things can be when they’ve never had to earn anything in their life. And She was laughing. Touching his arm? Begging him to take her to dinner, her voice loud and chirpy but also saccharine, her nails painted like she planned to claw her way into his bed.

I asked, trying not to act suspicious. "We don't know. Only the head of the syndicate knows and has sent people to take her. I only know the gang has her moved from New Jersey already... A couple of Di Marco gangsters are in the area and they wiped out half of the Eastern gang during an exchange of fire. They're unleashing all of their forces to get their Princess back" Anthony explained to me and all I could answer was, "That's crazy" If the Di Marco knows about their captured Princess, they won't wait for royal command or sit like dogs as they've done all these years.

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.

Few minutes later I saw a waiter pushing a tray of food towards us, God No! What's Miles doing? when he got to our table he stopped then placed the tray of food on our table. I opened mine after Miles had opened his even though I was very hungry . "Spaghetti and steak?" I said out loud. "What? you don't like it?" Miles asked. "No, nothing" I said. The meal wasn't the problem it was the price like who hates spaghetti and steak I'm not vegan but a meal like that for $300. Mia it's just a gift I said to myself .

“Life has been hard in Switzerland. I didn’t have enough money to pursue my art. Then I learn that my father wasn’t my real father. My real father has been in jail because of his involvement in the mob. I had to quit school. And because of that I came to know my boss. Since then I had been used as a tool.” Right, he travels the world as a musician. It would be easier for him to get jobs done without raising suspicion. “My boss doesn’t have that much ambition. He’s content of how he runs our clan in Switzerland. Until I met Luciano. He plans to take over New York. And he can’t do that with the Russians controlling the business.” “You already knew who I was even before we met?” I asked him, al

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

"How do you know about all the mafia details? He asked me. I already expected this question and that is exactly why I told that my name was Addilyn. "Sorry. I forgot to introduce myself officially. I am Addilyn Garcia. The American mafia princess. It was nice to meet you." I told him sarcastically. At least it was sarcastic to me. If my brothers may have heard this, they would probably laugh and spit at me. And then they would straight out reject that I am their family. "You are an American mafia princess?" He asked me a little bit of surprise, notable in his voice. "Yes" I answered to his question as we continued to walk in this maze of a mansion.

She has been trained not to give anything; that’s the worst type of person. “Look, they don’t know about my nights out. Please don’t say anything”, she says, and I frown looking at her. What the fuck? How wouldn’t they know? She is a fucking princess of the American mafia, and she is trying to bullshit me that she has freedom?