How To Become A Mafia Queen Novels & Stories

I imagined myself holding the gun, and I never knew how easy pulling that trigger would feel. I returned to bed with a decision finally made. It would require a lot of work, a lot of time and effort. I would need to bury parts of me that I never imagined I would bury, and create an entirely new image that the world had never seen. I would need to break the mold, and find a way for a woman to infiltrate the mafia circle. I wasn’t aiming for any low rung on the ladder. I was aiming straight for the top. And everything would depend on Adrian DeLuca.

It has already shattered me once, I can’t give it that power again. I distract myself from the overwhelming thought of canceling the party as I mesmerize my looks in the mirror. A smile graces on my face thinking about how life is such a wonderful blessing. I can’t believe I’m the same person I was two years ago, everything is now changed and better. This is exactly what Mom always wanted. She saw a vision in me as a mafia princess and that vision of hers is now a reality because I’m not only a princess but a queen. I rule the mafia world now and I know that if she was here, she would have been happy to see my progress and she would have glad that I’m the one to crown Dad on his ‘веха’

Chapter 32 Alexis I was taken aback by what I heard from Grandpa and Mommy. Daddy was quiet, and I was shocked! My tiger-like dad suddenly vanished. But what? I'm the next Mafia Queen? The Crazy Queen seems more fitting. Oh my gosh, what's happening? Is this the punishment for my past sins? Being lazy, always partying, and all the other crazy things I did before. It does sound cool, but I still don't want it!

Pop-pop says and I nod my head when the doors open again and I smile at my great-uncles. I move from my nanna and pop-pop to them. “Oh my darling girl, come here.” Uncle Nico says and I move into his arms and he hugs me before I move to Uncle Nate. He does the same thing. We pull apart and I see one of the Mafia Queens, Gabriella DeAngelis, as she stands shoulder to shoulder with Uncle Nate. Gabriella and her twin Alexandra DeAngelis are the Mafia Queens, well former queens. Gabriella’s daughter was the firstborn. Larissa is now the queen and her husband, Uncle Nate’s son Benito, is now the ruling Mafia King.

“She has just started her new life as a mafia quee. From what I know about the mafia, because I am the head of it, it's hard for any leader to set you free so that you can go marry someone and have babies.” “The only way into the mafia is through blood, and the only way out is through blood too. She must’ve run away from her father, and if she did, that means that he had some conditions while taking her back. They wouldn’t forgive her so easily.” “All I am saying is that we need to figure out what those conditions were before we decide to trust her again. Maybe she was told that she’s supposed to forget she ever had any children or any family.” “That would mean that you being here is a liabi

Nico informs me “Oh, and what exactly is my big day tomorrow?” I inquire. “You need to go shopping for some real clothes. Not those rags you have in your apartment. Time to stop dressing like a peasant and the damn princess soon to be queen you are. I also have you book at one of the top day spa places in the city. I have you booked for hair, nails, massage, wax, and a facial. You will also need to go shopping for beauty products. You’re a fucking mafia princess who is about to become a mafia queen, time to act the part, Little Dove.” Nice advises. I know he’s not wrong. Being a mafia princess as Nico so lovely called it, I know its a role that requires a level of sophistication. Nico forget

My heart was pounding, and my hands were shaking, hidden at my side, but I wouldn't let her see that. ​If this man was a Mafia lord, then I was a Mafia queen. I am going to find out exactly what kind of game was being played in this beautiful, gilded cage. As soon as I was out of her line of sight, I leaned my hand against a cold marble pillar, catching my breath. My back was throbbing in time with my pulse, and the bravado I had just displayed felt like a thin porcelain mask ready to crack. ​I needed to find him.

, I begin. "Fuck, he sounds hot." Adele groans and flattens herself on the bed. I stare off to the side before sighing, "He is, very much so," I respond. "So, who exactly is he? Is he a student at our school or someone you met on a job?" Before I say anything, I glance at her. "He's the next leader of the Italian Mafia." She gasps and sits up straight, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh god, he's bound to be a fucking king in the sheets."

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

The man moved efficiently, pulling out a small black velvet box from his pockets. “You have rings, so? We don’t even have a priest, officiate, court or anything for that matter!” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, poor boy. You really don’t know how this works, do you? We’re mafia. We don’t give a damn about churches or governments. We make our own laws.” She leaned forward again. “And according to Bratva law, all that matters is witnesses and acknowledgment. Once Malik officiates, once Nessa and these men stand as witnesses, once the rings are exchanged, you and I are bound. Husband and wife. By blood and code.”