Mafia Boss Woman Novels & Stories

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

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.

He’s not worth my tears. What if I’d given him what he wanted, only for him to cheat anyway? I’d be miserable now. The elevator opens, and I step out, taking in the surroundings. I’m used to luxury, but the Beaumont Group’s interiors are stunning, each design unique. A woman in glasses greets me. “You must be Ms. Dela Vega, right?” “Yes.” “This way, ma’am. Mr. Beaumont is expecting you,” she says, leading me to his office.

Hugo know how much of an evil person Nayoung is, A woman who knows no mercy on someone, she's a tyrant who enjoys seeing people get killed with blood scattered all over the place "Mafia Boss Eleanor" Nayoung paused for a second, only to hear her second identity be mentioned by someone who knew her, someone she didn't expect who would know her identity And not just her, everyone in the room was frozen in shock, they knew the name Eleanor, a famous name to be known as the most powerful woman in the underworld And to think that the feared woman is the one whom they talking to now,

He turned his back to her, facing the pond as he seemed to be deeply troubled by the thoughts in his head. "Why?" "She crossed the line, Short Legs..." "She's not part of the mafia? Why is she off-limits?" He turned to face her and took a few steps toward her to sit back on the bench. "Because she's with someone else." "Oh..." "Uhh." "Does she have feelings for you too?" Andy nodded, locking eyes with her as he continued. "Yes, she told me. But it doesn't depend on her and me. You can't mess with a mafia man's woman. Unless you want to die."