Mafia Boss Woman Novels & Stories

she sharply objected to my question, but I noticed something, she was pushing back tears. “I don't think he is forbidden to you, look I just want to know if my father was a Mafia member or something, I don't know anything about them, the Boss said my father killed his father and so many things, I don't know now what to believe, but after seeing this,” I brought out the picture, “I am convinced he does have affiliations with these men, but I want to know exactly what he did here what was his role,” the lady looked at me she shook her head in regret.

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

she says. "You want me along?" Jay asks as we step into the metal box. "You'd better." She's focused on the closing doors. "If Valeriya calls her father to tell him I threatened her, there might be trouble." "Who is he?" I say. Her eyes twinkle in amusement, a smile playing at the edges of her lips. "Russian mafia. Your favorite." "Think they could have taken your product?" I suggest. "Doubtful. They use my business in Russia to clean their money. But it's good to be sure." As the elevator doors open, she exits.

"For saving me. It was very kind of you-" "-It was part of an agreement," He halted her humble talk. "Pardon?" "Your mother, having been the Mafia Boss of the Giordano Mafia-" "-What?" "You don't know?" Salvatore looked up at her from below his lashes. "Your mother was the Mafia Boss, not your father." Sofia's eyes widened at the words, staring at him with an open mouth as she tried to wrap her head around the words spoken.

I looked him straight in the eye and said, “Mr. Cantoli, I have not been to the Mafia as long as you have. However, I was born into it. I am Viler Costa’s daughter. The Mafia boss who forced you to hide in the safe room. Yes, I’ve heard the stories. In addition, I am married to Nicolas Ricci. He, by the way, is still your boss! I am not some little girl who needs to be preserved and coddled. I am Anaya Costa-Ricci. The head of the world’s two most powerful mafias. I can take care of myself and I can take care of this organization. If you have a problem with that, you can take your sorry ass and get the hell out of here. If not, be comfortable, and let’s come up with a strategy to get Nicolas

“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.

He must have seen the confusion on my face so he laughed softly. "I'm Brenda." I just said 'ah', I forgot. Maureen called her Brenda earlier. "Your face is familiar to me Reian..." Maureen said immediately, raising my eyebrows because of what she said. "What do you mean by that?" I was confused about Maureen. We never met before, so he couldn't have seen me before. "I saw you somewhere around the school." He said. "Maybeㅡ" "Ah right!" Maureen cut me off. "It's on the List of Mafia Bosses. There you are, you're the fourth highest mafia boss." Huh? Maureen's words made me think, but I immediately remembered Savienna.

If Andrei was doing that, then he was playing with fire. Igor knew it wasn't a good idea. Anything involving a woman could not be good, especially for him. Women always brought trouble, and even more so she, who had been precisely the killer of the lifelong best friend of the most dangerous mafia boss in all of Russia.

Then, she walked towards the estate that surrounded the building. Hazel took a leisurely morning stroll, unafraid of the criminals who could attack her at any time, because the building and the vast forest surrounding it were the fiefdom of a mafia family. Not a single crime occurred here because of the great influence of the family name. It was also because there was a high fence surrounding each end of the forest. Hazel usually took a leisurely stroll from the kitchen exit to the entrance gate through these woods.

“Nothing. She hasn’t left the compound.” “She’s being watched?” “She moves like someone who knows it.” Of course she does. She learned from me. It was past midnight when the call came. Not Luna. Worse. My father. His voice in Russian was a gunshot through my skull. “You are a disgrace, Misha. She ran.” “She rebelled,” I snapped. “But I know where she is.” “I don’t care if she’s buried under Bogotá. You married her. Her father made a deal. She belongs to the Bratva now.”