Mafia Boss Woman Novels & Stories

Tony said simply. “What like the Mafia?” Said Grace shocked. “The Mafia is the Italian version, you already met Xan who is the Chinese Gang Syndicate leader and you already met the European one as well!" Tony said carefully. “Xan, that arsehole I just stared down?” Grace said and Tony nodded. "Who is the European one?” She asked quickly. Tony sighed and said “Kurt Blackwood!” There was a silence as the blood drained out of Grace’s face. She felt like someone had ripped her heart out and kicked her in the stomach at the same time.

It felt like I was sinking in a dream I didn’t want to be in. A knock at the door pulled me from my spiral. Before I could speak, the door opened and a woman stepped in, not the maid from before this one was different. She was tall, graceful, dressed in a sleek black pantsuit. Her hair was pulled back into a perfect bun and her eyes were sharp. "Good morning, Miss Madrigal rather, soon-to-be Mrs. Villaraza,” she said, her voice clipped but professional. “I’m Althea, the family’s chief coordinator. I’m in charge of your wedding preparations.”

"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?"

He said on the line before he cut the call. The door came open and I saw a familiar Latina woman. "Hey, the unclean white, what are you doing here?" She questioned as she barged in. She was the maid from Mason's house. "Now, I see why you were so efficient with a knife!" She gasped before she carried the knife. "She has a nice ass, you should hit her once in a while," She said to Damon before she left. I blinked profusely before I returned my gaze on Damon. I took a few steps in front of him. I wanted to hit him really bad but I still wanted my head. This was a Mafia boss we were fucking with. Almost a full Don.

He leaned back in the chair and pulled a cigar out of a drawer while he waited for his new sex item to arrive. He had heard about the drama that unfolded at the restaurant and now he can't wait to see the girl that dared to confront his men. This was new to him. As the leader of a legendary mafia gang, Donatello Rossini, also known as "boss," was taken aback; no one had dared to speak back to his men, much alone look them in the eye, but she had done more, which infuriated him the most. *** Julia assisted her mother by cleaning the restaurant while the middle-aged woman cleared the kitchen. They were finished for the day, and she could not wait to take a break, even though she knew it would

I With her mind spinning with everything that has been taught to her by Ms. Dahlia, Gerthel could not help to slouch on the bed and sigh several times. She could not remember everything that Ms. Dahlia told her, actually. “Ms. Dahlia, just a question, what is the business of Boss Dar?” She asked curiously. Ms. Dahlia’s right eyebrow lifted while staring at her. “Everybody inside this mansion knows that the Boss is the notorious Mafia Lord Dar. From where are you, Ms. Gerthel, and you seemed to be innocent of almost everything?”

Otherwise, it’s back to square one, with me needing to find ways to keep Beowulf under a leash. “… The mafia has no name. And they are very careful and cunning with the victims they choose,” he began, to my relief. “I don’t know where their hideout is. They don’t ever lead me there; they come to me. To their scheduled victims. I’ve met their boss, but never once saw her face. She always had a mask on, for some reason. Likewise, for reason unknown to me, when she heard how close I was to Nex one day, she kept asking about her every visit. Can’t say I know the reason for her inquiries, though.” “What about her name?” I asked then.

Alyssa replied shortly as she drank her wine. “ But you don't have to be worried, ok, you have got one of the most powerful people I know taking care of you so you don't have to be worried and just so you know I also get you so don't be afraid, ok?” “Yes Albert I won't, I can never be afraid” Alyssa said as they both smiled at the confidence she used in saying it. *************************** “When are you planning on introducing us to your wife Alex” one of the mafia bosses asked Alex in a cheesy way.

“This is Celine Torres. I’m an old friend of Harrison’s. I was hoping we could meet.” Tymm froze. The name sparked recognition—she’d heard it once during a dinner with the Salvador patriarchs. A family friend. A former flame. A woman with history. Too much of it. “What is this about?” Tymm asked carefully. “I’d rather talk in person. No drama—I just think there are some things you deserve to know.” Tymm nearly hung up. But curiosity—and the growing dread in her chest—got the better of her. “Where?” she asked.