How To Become A Mafia Queen Novels & Stories

I kept my back straight as my fingers curled and my eyes swept over the crowd. “Alessia Nikolai Moretti,” Vescari said formally, “by the power vested in this council, by bloodline, and by right, we crown you Queen of the Mafia.” Slowly he picked up the crown and set it on my head. It felt slightly heavy but not more than the responsibilities that came with it. Mr. Vescari bowed before me. “All hail the Mafia Queen,” he declared. "The Queen had risen." An announcement was made. "Long live Queen" everyone cheered in unison.

Although my mind told me that the reason why Queens was founded connects to a big secret of Ace which many people don't know but I have no option but to suppress my curiosity with the whole of my self-control. As for the beautiful lady that he came with, I will still know about her when the time is ripe. "Why do you like me, ma? No one will bother telling a stranger that has nothing to do with all these things just to prevent them from making a mistake that won't affect the other in any way," I asked again, and she couldn't help but sigh. "I thought you would have forgotten this question, but it seems you can't let it go" She paused before looking away. "Are you aware that your parents are M

I trained hard with the person who saved me and Nina and then we started our quest. I started with small club and saved few women and took all the money there... I gave them choice to go home or stay and learn to fight and they chose the latter. It was hard in the beginning. We learnt to fight together and then went for our second club hunt and it went on and on from there. Now I have my own Mafia which mostly have women. I am their queen. We were planning to kill Razak for a while. He was head but he had a lot of security and thus we came with this plan.

“But she grew up really fast. She was being abused by a paedophile. She had to fend for herself when she was sixteen. She killed her husband at that age, and then she had to grow up and prevent her family of vultures from having access to her money.” “She made an empire when she was only seventeen and made millions. She is smarter than you think.” All I could hear was that she was not smart enough. She may have had an eye for business, but she was illiterate when it came to the mafia. She didn’t know how to handle it. If she did, Darko wouldn’t be speaking to me, and Mary and Jackson would not have been left alive. You needed to spend a few years learning the inner workings of the mafia to e

Before they'll ever willfully give me the respect Andre commanded of them. I wanted to be worthy of the title of Mafia Queen of the Cosa Nostra. I knew I would never gain the respect of these men if I cower behind Andre and choose to be blissfully ignorant of the darkness of the mafia. I didn't want to hide from the dark side of the Cosa Nostra. I wanted to embrace it. To become it. I wanted to be seen and recognized as worthy enough to stand by Andre's side. To be feared and respected by both his enemies and allies.

"I remember when I first told Sebastian that I was pregnant. He was ready to kill my boyfriend. He literally held a gun to his head. Somehow, I managed to convince him that my baby will need his father." "That's crazy," I commented. She nodded her head, agreeing. "How come you live here and he lives in the US?" "I was born and raised there until I turned 10. You know what men in the mafia are like especially with girls. My mom didn't want that to happen to me so I live here. No one knows about me." Men in the mafia treat women like objects. As soon as a girl has come of age, she needs protecting. Offers for marriage will come like a ton of bricks. Some people will even go as far as kidnappin

“Or maybe I had a dream. A bad one. Where trusting the Vales got us all killed. Where I died in a red dress while you watched.” The glass paused halfway to his mouth. He took a drink. Studied me. “What do you propose instead?” “We move first. Ally with the Russians before the Vales can. Buy the Naples port out from under them. Put our own man in Luca’s security detail. Cut their money, then cut their throats.” “That’s aggressive.” “I’m a Moretti.” He clinked his glass to mine. The sound was sharp. “Alright, Queen. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

She is the first woman to ever run a mafia, she was the first woman who controls so much power in the mafia. She is a woman who have prove a point that women are not weak, infact they are strong. She is a woman who walks, sit and dine amongst the most powerful and dangerous men. She is a woman who loves be in control and incharge. She is a woman who won't let anyone step on her. She is a ruthless and fearless woman. She is the Queen of mafia Anyone who dares to oppose or go against her always pay dearly with their lives. Elena layed on the cold ground as she shut her eyes, it was far better off than her bed which was always haunted by nightmares.

The date they were appointed as the boss and died was written below none of them were overthrown except one who was overthrown by his aunt in 1921, and after that he began seeing women take the position of been the boss, he finally reached the last photo and was shocked by whom he saw. Monalisa sat graciously on the chair he had seen other bosses sitting, she was younger and vibrantly smiled, and the smile not forced but real, other bosses smiled to but it looked unreal. He looked under the photo and saw something that literally blew his mind. ‘Monalisa Del-A-Cruz, mafia queen from 2018-till date’. ‘Oh my god’ Jeremy muttered still shocked by what he read.

"Queen Nicole, I will investigate this matter immediately. Such an incident should never have occurred on my turf." I waved a hand dismissively. "No need. The culprit is right here." Merla flinched at my words, then hesitantly stepped forward. "Um… my dear fiance, you must be mistaken. Nicole was just a cheerleader from my high school. How could she possibly be the Queen of the Mafia? "I mean, we've known each other since high school. If she had any sort of background, wouldn't I know?" Even at this point, Merla clung to a sliver of hope. As far as she knew, I was just an ordinary office worker, barely scraping by at the bottom of society.