Mafia Boss Lady Novels & Stories

“Oh dear, I so want to help you but my hands are tied. Pease don’t cry. “Liza’s heart breaks with her each hiccups. She caressed her shoulder trying to console her. “I don’t want to be his mistress. I won’t wear this dress…. I won’t wear this dress...” Liza was taken aback by her words. Oh, how mistake she was about her boss. He was a mob boss, a king. That’s how these mafia people are. They indulge in multiple women, keep mistresses. But doing this to her was so cruel of him. “Water?” Liza came out of her trance of thought and reach out to the nearby table and fetch her a glass of water.

I replied. "Like you care," Victoria scoffed. "I think it's the best the four of us clicked together and do business, we fight together and do things together, why the hell won't I work in your company when I will just go undercover and help you too in your mafia world," she insisted passionately. "Now you reasoned like a Boss lady of a Mafia Group," John grinned. I was impressed by Victoria's words and smiled. "And about that, Victoria Luza will you be my Boss Lady, my second in Command of my Mafia Organization called the Solitaire?" I asked with a hopeful smile.

Her eyes slowly adapted to the light and her eyes widened when she saw she was in an arena with a big cage before her. A groan escaped her lips and she made to move her hands but couldn't because she was chained up. The noise coming from the men sitting with their eyes on her caught her attention and her eyes widened when she saw how much they were. She wasn't chanced to process everything when a whip landed on her back "Argh!!" She cried out and Cheetah chuckled, walking to stand in front of her. Cheetah is the strongest female mobster in the clan and also the closest female to Aurelio, they were both trained at the same period by Godfather and that earned her the name “Boss Lady”

It is as if you have signed your own death certificate when you betray me, steal from me or try anything to destroy the Russian mafia. No one knows that the boss of the Russian mafia is a woman because no one knew my father had a daughter. Everyone in the underworld only knew that he had one son and a daughter who was killed so everyone just assumed that my father was still the Don of the Russian mafia. My father would go to the meetings held with the mafia bosses and I would listen through an earpiece. The workers at Ivanov Corporation don't know who the CEO is because I always cover my face with a hoodie when I go to the company. Only my assistant, Isabella knew.

She staggered to her feet and pushed the strand of blonde hair covering her face, "Come with me" As we moved away, she said, "I heard your Mafia girlfriend escaped from the country already. Her flight was undetectable in the air. Well, I trust the Di Marco syndicate to use the best of their available resources to bring their Princess home" "I don't want to talk about it" I replied blatantly but that didn't stop her from continuing, "You don't blame me so I believe you understand my role was played well, I gave you the location but who would think such an underestimated woman would take over the Eastern gang and become the leader. It never occurred in even one of the possible outcomes I outli

"And from the look of things, this is not going to be very easy." Frowning I asked. "Why is that?" "He has the authorities involed-" He paused and before I could lay that off because of my connection with the officers here, he continues. "I'm afraid, you have no relation with them. They won't compromise -" "Because they are secretly working under a wanted or powerful mafia as well?" "Probably." He nodded, checking the laptop as a light shines in his eyes like another piece of information has been acquired. I leaned forward, my gaze fixed on him. "Tell me more. Where is this Russo of a guy located?"

Then she answered, she told me that she knows how many people they cater for regularly but this morning, when Nate returned, he came to tell her about some other new people to add to our list for feeding… Those are the people I went outside to count. Ohh…I see, I said. Nate is so much of a giver. Even though his way of life is a bit not like the regular, he does give back to society which is something I found commendable. Lisa also added that Nate is a good man even though he is a mafia boss. He is a very considerate man, he thinks rationally, and he is not always strict with the people he is dealing with. He carries out his illegal business in secret, not involving people.

Ophelia and I never got mad? Ofélia was the owner of the house and she was the one who coordinated everything and made sure that everything was impeccable, that the girls were presentable and that the house was running at full speed, this luxury club was another bet of La cosa nostra, the mafia that I commanded had several other investments spread across the country and that were used to launder money, Montenegro and the CIA was a clear example of this. __" you can give us privacy girls we'll call you later. After the women left us alone, I took another sip of whiskey, licking my lips, wiping away any remaining drops.

When the woman finished the story, Valery was about to scream. "Do you really not know who he is?" she asked, as if ignoring the identity of that man was completely absurd. "Well, no" Georgia shrugged indifferently. "Georgia! His name is Alessandro Mascherano and he is the CEO of one of the most important investment companies in the whole fucking country" she yelled. "You sat at the table with one of the five most important and millionaire men here. Do you still complain? I would have given anything for him to have turned around and looked at me, even more, I would have fed his child even if I wasn't forced to."

"Oh, that's rich. That's really rich." The woman wasn't laughing anymore. Her eyes had gone cold and hard. "Listen, church girl," she said, leaning down so her face was close to mine. "The only thing you'll be cooking here is yourself. And the only thing you'll be cleaning is whatever mess the customers make." I didn't understand. "What customers? What kind of mess?" The woman straightened up and looked at Big Jim. "She really doesn't know, does she?" "Innocent as a lamb," Big Jim said, taking another puff of his cigar. "Just the way some of our clients like them."