How To Become A Mafia Queen Novels & Stories

“I am from a very poor background. I struggle to complete my education.” She let out a wide range of smoke. She paused a little bit, “I go by the name Liliana Vladimir. I am a mafia queen. The sister to joe Biden.” “Opps Mafia! You must be stinkingly rich.” My hands gripped her hands gently. “I would love to have you in my life.” “You deserve to know a little about being a mafia. I have been a mafia since ten years old. I forged receipts and avoid paying tax to the government. There's an abandoned mansion my father left to me before he died.” She paused, indirectly telling me she's not sharing all details yet.

he asked astonished, his lips trembling in shock at my unexpected response. “You want to tell him, right? Go ahead and do so. You think I would get on my knees and beg you not to?” I chuckled, my eyes tilting with anger. “Hell no!! Have you forgotten who I am? I am the Mafia Queen!! One who makes men tremble!!” I took another bold step forward, my arms wrapped around my chest. “I was born in blood, Lorenzo. I was raised by a tyrant, and I have taken down men who were more powerful than you”.

my mum asked me, you will see. I am proud of you Annie, in this world, you don't have to be soft, you have to prove yourself from today onwards, let the world know you are the true mafia, Princess, you are not someone anyone can mess with. If you create that fear in the mafia world that's the only way you and your man can be at peace, if they see you be weak, you will always be their target. You did so well today but I want you to use this girl as a scapegoat, so that everyone will know that, there is no weak person in the Andriano household and also for the underworld to know you are going to be a great queen. You need more training, my father said, I don't doubt your capabilities and I don

...Cassandra POV... Everything is happening so fast now. I only have but just met Christian, and we have already been through so much together. Just a few days ago, I was an exotic dancer, and now, as crazy as it does sound, I am set to become what men in Christian's world call a Mafia Queen. Do I know what I am doing? Not the slightest bit at all, but with Christian by my side, I shall be able to set my mind to do what it is to what I wish it would be doing.

They know if they loose one man, then 3 more are standing in queue to take that position. After 5 years of continuous request and struggle I was finally offered a job as a maid in the mafia palace. Every year, a new batch of mafia men, maids and whores are hired by the place to accommodate their growing space and fill in positions for any life lost. Yes, we do have mafia royalty. It's a whole system here but instead of a King, we have a Capo.

he ask while we walk out of his house. I look at him like he's stupid "I'm not apart of the mafia I am the mafia," I say. He raises an eyebrow at me. "okay, maybe I'm not the mafia but I am a mafia queen I was born into the mafia so I'm mafia by blood," I tell him. he nods his head in understanding. "but seriously I am the mafia technically because Luca is the King of all mafia and he is the mafia so technically I am the mafia," I say trying to convince Blake but it didn't seem to work cause all he did was bust out and laugh. I pout a little and go over to Luca and I's car. "

The club was only dimly lit, the air thick with the reek of alcohol and despair. It was the kind where handshakes sealed deals and were broken by gunfire. I sat in the quiet booth, whiskey in front of me, back to the wall. I waited. For her. Fiorella D'Angelo. The so-called queen of her father's empire. I'd spent the day wondering whether she'd be even remotely the woman people described. The mafia had a reputation for exaggeration, making men monsters, women mythical legends that people couldn't even touch. Most of the time, that's just what they were, exaggerated tales.

You can see now how that got to me, right? I mean, I know that I am a spoiled brat but I worked for that! I am a fucking rich bitch and I accept that whole-heartedly. But no one is allowed to speak to me that way! I’m not just all talk. I actually know how to shut people up. I’m a fucking queen! Quite literally… I’m Mia Queen after all! “Are you serious, girl?” The girl asked in disbelief. “You just made the craziest and the toughest of the mafia men cry! How can you be bored?!” She frowned.

Bohdana asked. “Keep up with this life. I recently woke up and I don’t know if I am changing for the good,” she said. Bohdana saw the sadness in her eyes and said, “It’s a survival game. If you can’t get rid of his bitches, he’ll give the power you have to one of them, then you’ll be under the ground.” She didn’t need to ask any more questions in order to know that she needed to own the title of Queen. The Bardi Mafia’s Donna.

she has to plan something in her head, so that after the wedding she has to make sure Luca likes her and notices her as his wife because she wasn't going to be another piece in his big house, she will need to make sure the marriage she is getting into works somehow. She looked at herself in her dress and with her small diamond shining crown and long veil on her head, she knew right then that she was going to try her best to play the part and be the badass Mafia queen that Luca thinks she can never be, no one was going to look down on her and make her feel weak in this life or the next if she can help it. This day has somewhat been a reality check for her and she was going to live her new lif