Gangster Princess Novels & Stories

The gala was a spectacle of power and wealth, it was a grand display of deception where men in tailored suits and women draped in diamonds smiled over glasses of blood-red wine. Serena De Luca had spent her life attending such events, she was forced to play the role of the obedient daughter, she was the mafia princess and was meant to stand beside her father as proof of his legacy. But tonight, something felt different.

His face remained stoic. I noticed why he was acting this way. Guests were coming toward us and talking to us. He talked to the guests who congratulated us on our engagement. I put on my fake smile for them while, from the corner of my eye, looking at Nico, who held a small smile for the guests that vanished as thin as air. Nico's hand tightened as I saw a woman walking toward us. I knew she was an actress and also a daughter of the Mafia; her name was Anastasia Kirova. Her black eyes looked at Nico for longer, and Nico's body stiffened as she walked toward him.

I didn't really know of what happened to his body after that day, because Sylvester has refused to tell me anything about it, and believe me I didn't really want to know. I was still the little princess of the Muskegon’s mansion, as all of them hadn't changed at all towards me. They kept babying me all the time, making me feel babyish more often. And yes, it didn't take them long to forgive Fredo for his mistake, because in some way, they understood that he had helped in saving my life. And for the Muskegon:s basement all that was in it were guns, charts, daggers, all it was that should belong to a Mafia.

When Sky Foster aimed, Charlie was often the target, and she had the kind of accuracy that made people flinch before she even threw anything. Sky Foster. The fiery blonde with eyes so green they could probably stop hearts if she cared to look up long enough. She was not just sassy, she was a full blown hurricane in designer sneakers. Charlie secretly called her his princess. Ridiculous, really. She was not his. She would never be his. Because Sky Foster was the daughter of River Foster, the notorious Mafia boss who ran the Crimson Serpents with a smile sharp enough to cut glass. And Charlie. He was the hired help. The bodyguard assigned to keep her out of trouble, or at least to try.

We knew Dante and the Godfather would pay it, but we couldn't later escape and tell them where we were. "You can try to lie to me, Tommy, but I know you. You were going to hurt me, you and your friends. You wanted me dead because you wanted to get back at my father and my husband. I'm just here to tell you that I will be there when I start torturing you. And I will take part because you almost killed my baby and me. I am not the weak little girl I was before. I am no longer an orphan longing for love and someone to take care of me. I am Donna Agelo. I am the Mafia princess, and I am your worst nightmare. You should be more afraid of me than of my father and Dante. I want you dead," Isabella

"I'm Mat..." She turned, her huge black pupils gleaming, her red lips parted. "Mateo Greco... I know who you are." She took the card, placing it in her purse. "I hear you are a very dangerous man..." Her dark eyes didn't stray. "... And I hear you are Moretti's spoilt Princess..." His bass voice was direct. She scoffed, "You heard wrong... I'm not Moretti's spoilt Princess, I'm more like their merchandise... their bargaining chip."

"Where the hell is the waitress?" "Keep your voice down," Miguel remarked. The Miami syndicate was well known for their brutal tactics, but certainly none greater than those in New York. Still, the Garcia family was highly respected among the various kingpins. I took a sip of my drink, keeping my own rage at bay, noticing that the fifth in our group was paying zero attention, preferring to text on his phone, no doubt to his agent. Kelan Rock preferred his life as a movie star to accepting his role as the up and coming Don of Los Angeles. I had a feeling the man would have a difficult road in the future.

I saw it, and I think your American accent is quite charming," I replied. Ivan suddenly smiled, transforming his face entirely from a feral beast to a teddy bear. "You are the redhead who is messing up my brother's mind," he said as he stretched out his hand to greet me. Suddenly, his head tipped forward, and Frank stood behind him. "She's the Mafia Princess, you stupid dimwit. You will accord her the respect she deserves," Frank said sternly. "That won't be necessary," I said in a soft voice, knowing that the men heard me. Damon suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. "This is going to be bad," he whispered.

I muttered but she didn't hear me her gaze was lazer focused on her father. "Where are the damn files I asked for?" Don Carlos snarled. "Here." she responded darting around me with the arm full of files I only noticed now were clutched to her chest. "No, fuck no" my wolf grumbled in our mind link. As Giovanna rushed towards the Don with what he wanted. "Oh yes." I responded to the link. " Our mate is the damn Mafia Princess." I added as he sulked off into the depts of my mind.

she snarls with contempt as she talks about the Camorra princess. She laughs at something he says, playfully smacking his shoulder. The ladies continue with the topic of conversation, my husband and the blonde on his arm. With each word, I hear about how Enzo, Stella and the Camorra clan princess, something territorial sparks within me. That woman just made it onto my kill list, the final straw for me is when she tries to put her arm around his waist and he stops her a second too late for my liking. “Excuse me,” I slam my glass on the table, it breaks from the impact making everyone gasp.