How To Become A Mafia Queen Novels & Stories

I didn't wanted her to know that I worked as a waitress, it was not like I was ashamed of what I was doing but I knew that the queen bee will some how manage to present me as a joke again. Ava rolled her eyes at me. "Ariadne is that you?" Ava patted my back as she walked past me. Great so she saw me. Ava was not from a wealthy family but some how she always managed to put on the wealthy lifestyle. No one knew what her parents did. There were rumours that her father abandoned her and her mother. Her mother was a prostitute. I am not sure about it. And I am not claiming anything. I have just heard it. Maybe this is the reason why Ava values money over everything.. Or maybe she is just that sel

She slid off her heels and hit the bed almost immediately. I had sorted the whole issue with Costa and given her the land I did previously own. She was a ruthless woman with a reputation that no one wants to mess with – the queen of fucking Europe and South America. Honestly, her entrance into the mafia world had stunned the whole world. Mexicans were considered the most misogynistic. So when her father decided to exclude her, it came as no surprise when she killed him and hung his head, establishing her power and dominance before starting wars and winning them with multi mafia leaders.

I pick it up to see who it is. “Hey Byanca, what can I do for you?” I ask Byanca and her sister Breanya are the head of the larger mafia families in the USA. They deal mainly in weapons and technology. I am the only one who knows that these two women are in charge. Everyone else believes it’s Breayna’s husband Kade. If only people knew.

My head hurt just by thinking of it. “O-Okay,” I found myself answering. My hand gripped tightly on the phone tightly in my ear. Victor doesn’t know what happened last night. Even my friends. So I don’t think they are aware that my life is in danger right now. They don’t even know that I am to become the Red Cartel queen, a dangerous mafia organization my parents built over the years before they passed away.

I glance in the mirror and barely recognize myself. Sam sits me down and starts on my makeup. “Okay, we’re going smoky tonight. Soft shimmer on the lids, winged liner, and a nude lip. You want Luca to stare at your eyes, then your mouth, then your—” “Sam!” “Fine, fine. I’ll behave. But I’m telling you, this look is lethal.” She finishes with a spritz of setting spray and fluffs my curls. “There. You look like a mafia queen with a secret.”

In short, I’m a fucking huge red flag. But I’m proud of myself because that’s how you become a mafia king. You need to be heartless to rule the world. You need to stomp your emotions under your feet to reach success. You need to be free to be fearless. And now that I’m so close to touching the top, I’m not going to give it up for anything or anyone. Ever...

Can’t look like monsters if you’re saving sick kids. “Fine,” I say. “Fine,” he echoes, and something that might be amusing flickers across his face. “Your stylist arrives at two. Hair and makeup at four. We leave at six. Don’t be late.” The dress is beautiful and I hate it. Deep red silk, cut to fit perfectly, with a neckline that’s modest but somehow still suggestive. Elegant. Expensive. Exactly the kind of thing a mafia wife would wear to show off her husband’s wealth and power.

That’s why she was very wary of this man and did not want to fall on his black list. She is an orphan who is frequently hired by rich people to seduce someone. She never failed in her task, and from her work, she also earned a lot. Later, she was found by an assistant of this man and was brought here. They threatened to kill her if she did not do as they said. She did not want to die yet, so she agreed with them. She was ordered to seduce the country’s richest man, Evan Vitale. It would be a lie to say that she didn’t get greedy when she heard that name. So, she easily agreed to the deal.

Light blonde hair, blue eyes, 159cm, fit and slim body. Likes to practice and read online novels, wishes to become the strongest mafia boss.

I raise my voice slightly while he trembles. "It's a Mafia case! Your specialty." He snaps back earning a scrowl from me. "Even though..." I trail off running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. I can't even get some rest?! I needed a fucking vacation! "I'm sure you'd like this case. It involves the famous Mafia Queen." He pressed on and my ears perk up at the sentence. "You mean Arianna?" "Yes." Arianna Romano. The deadliest and the most terrifying woman in the whole of America. She's so mysterious no one has ever seen her face. Be it covering up with a veil or wearing a mask, she makes sure her identity is hidden whenever she's out killing people.