Mafia Boss Lady Novels & Stories

I wanted to stop both of them, but Sofia stopped me instead. "So, she's your girl?" Sofia asked. I looked at her repeatedly, wondering what I needed to tell her. I didn't want to answer her questions, but Sofia would prod it out of me. It wasn't as if I wanted to deny Lilith this instant, Sofia could pose a danger to her. Sofia Moretti, also known as the siren, was a former Mafia princess. She had inherited La notte after her father's downfall and had made Marco in charge for reasons best known to her.

She thought about the irony of her situation and again wished to be far away and free, to forget about Andrei and start a new life far from the mafia. Would that be possible? Could she ever have a normal life after meeting the Russian mafia boss, a devilishly handsome and sexy man but with no heart? Elisa sighed and looked at the starry sky, making a wish. On the other hand, Igor had seen and heard the conversation between his boss and the brunette, feeling like he would break his teeth from clenching his jaw so hard. Would he be capable of setting her free? How would Andrei react? He would surely reproach him and get angry, but if she was just any girl as he had said several times, then the

The party raged on, but for Lucien, the world had narrowed to one figure. Maya. His gaze tracked her with unrelenting focus, even as Georgia slid her arm possessively through his. “Lucien,” she purred, her perfume cloying against the sharper, cleaner edge of his cologne. “Come with me. There’s a matter we should… discuss privately.” But before he could reply, a sharp, polished voice cut in. “Georgia.” Both turned. A woman in emerald satin stood nearby, Signora Bianchi, wife of one of Lucien’s oldest allies. Her eyes glittered like a blade. “A word. Now.”

I steepled my fingers, my gaze fixed on the bustling streets below. Antonio was currently tearing the city apart, his rage making him predictable, he would be loud, visible, making mistakes. He needed a surgeon, not a butcher, to solve this. I pressed a button on my intercom. "Send Mikhail in," I commanded. Mikhail entered, a silent, imposing figure, he was my right hand man, a man whose loyalty was unquestionable, his methods ruthless. "Mikhail," I began, my voice calm and precise. "I have a new objective for you, you know Romano's woman has been kidnapped, and Lorenzo is responsible, with the help of Marcello Antonio's head of security."

"I just taught her a little lesson about wandering where she doesn't belong and taking things that aren't hers." With that, she hung up. I didn't hesitate. My thumb found my fiancé's contact, and I hit dial. One ring. Two. Three. He picked up on the fourth. Music blasted through the speaker—something classical and expensive, the kind of music that cost more per hour than most people made in a month. Crystal glasses clinked in the background. The annual gathering of the five mafia families was already in full swing. "Anthony," I said, keeping my voice steady, "your mother is in the east wing of the estate. Your secretary, Lilian, is assaulting her. You need to get there now, or—"

, 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."

(Bitch, if you’re not gone by the time I’m out of the shower, I’ll put a bullet in your head. That gets her moving. She’s crying now. I slam the bathroom door and lock it behind me. Crying. Why do they always cry? Like it’s going to make me feel bad. Please. I’m Luca Ricci, Don of the Ricci Italian Crime Family. Women throw themselves at me every night. I never sleep with the same one twice. Well… there’s Lina. But she’s nothing special. Just easy. I call her when I want a quick fuck. I’m guessing that’s what happened last night. I treat her like the rest, but she keeps coming back. Every damn time.

She nodded. "Thank you, Vega; I'll think about it." Freya grinned. “ My final question before I leave, does ‘the Soraya Wayne’ intimidate you in anyway?” Vega inquired. “ Soraya is a good business woman, no doubt. But we are in different industries. I’m doing great in mine and she’s doing well in hers. And no, she doesn’t intimidate me in any way at all,” Freya answered earning a round of applause from her audience. “ Would you call her a friend or a foe?” Vega continued.

Rumors started going around that they might target on taking over the Southside first That very rumor caused havoc among the people on the southside and they started distrusting each other in fear. Maybe I should leave this city but Mama's house and my coffee shop are here, I made a lot of memories here despite the chaos going on the other side. The funeral is near too so I can't leave just yet. Luckily for me and Lily, we have a close relationship with the bartender who works in a club on the west side. We get news from him since he hears a lot of people gossiping and spreading rumors or truths. It's true that the mafias exist but not on this side.

The word left my mouth before I could control it. All three pairs of eyes moved towards me; one of the devil herself and the other two belonged to two old men sitting on her sides. I couldn't care less about the other two as the only focus of my attention was the woman I just called Monster, Satan, Lady-Hitler and Mean Queen on her face some time ago. "Fuck indeed, Mr. Trajano." Her cold, distant voice echoed in the room.