Mafia Boss Woman Novels & Stories

And i'm sitting on the loveseat. Half way through the movie Kaizer suddenly spoke. "Oh, Dude can we talk to you about some business?" he asks stressing the last word then glancing my way making me frown. That definitely means something. "Just say it she'll know about it anyways" Xavier state. "She's part of her family's org. so you guys have nothing to hide from her" he continues and it drowns into me. They are also part of the mafia Xavier runs. With that said all three of them turned to me with surprise. "Who knew the famous Cloudethe Raze Mariano is a mafia princess" Sebastian state making me chuckle. "Yeah..a princess you gotta be scared of" Xavier commented meaningfully making all of ou

I pushed my hair back from my face with one hand and turned to face the mirror at the far end of the room. There I was. Disheveled. Flushed. My shoulder bore the faint imprint of his grip, my neck bruised by his tight grip, and my lips parted just enough to catch the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Pitiful. Messy. Silent. And this is me, Catalina Moretti–Lucchese. Wife of the most powerful mafia boss in Italy. A man whose name carries blood and reverence. A legacy built on iron, fire, and fear.

She looked young. “Maria Victoria Sebastian was sixteen in that photograph.” “She’s pretty.” “She’s my daughter.” This was one of the rumors. Many of the mafia bosses were known for having illegitimate children. Most of them tended to stay close to the family. Sons became soldiers, daughters became easy pawns to sell off and use for associates.

I raised an eyebrow suspiciously, and she smiled shyly. "Everyone knows the Mitchell family... The club owner said you and your friends are welcome anytime. You're our special guests. Let me introduce you to the VIP area!" she said, swaying in front of us with a red mini-skirt and an extremely thin lace thong. The woman in front of us led us to the main room, where it was full of other women wearing tiny outfits. She took advantage of sitting on my lap and started grinding, while some danced, trying to extract money from the guests.

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."

So he smiled and replied, "Alright, come with me to see the sheriff; he is at his desk." He brought Isabella into the sheriff's office and then left. "Young girl, you have something to say to me. What could it be?" the sheriff asked. "I want to report one of the notorious mafia bosses, Lorenzo," Isabella replied firmly.

He hardly ever gets a rest, and that girl still gives him a pain in the ass," he added. My pupils drew more widely. The fact that he is linked with major organizations comes as a surprise to me because all along I had the impression that he was merely a CEO and a millionaire who owns a great deal of property, assets, and businesses. After overhearing Lorenzo refer to him as his big boss, it's possible that the presence of so many robotic bodyguards was the cause for this. Everything that was strange or unsettling is beginning to make more sense now. The moment he used the phrase "big boss," it was clear that he was a member of the mafia, right? Or, if that's not the case, he could be the bos

Just by hearing that sword gives them chills. It was her, Amara Elayna Gabriel, the Mafia boss of the Gabriel's clan. "Who uses swords nowadays?" The woman asked in her mocking voice as Amara stopped in front of her. "Me?" She uttered with her blank space. With a simple glance to his men, all of them lowered their guns.

Vivian politely made way for then to come in. "I'm Janice and this is my husband Gregory." "Vivian, pleasure to meet you." She shook hands with both of them. As Vivian led them in to take their seats, she couldn't help but notice the woman's incredibly nice figure. But it wasn't unexpected, such a fierce woman would indeed have a body to go with it, she had heard from Camilla that the woman was no ordinary wife behind her husband, but a fierce mafia woman who had dominated the southern territory of the underworld, though Vivian wasn't very certain about how the people in the underworld ran their things, she was sure that meant the woman was a big deal.

His coffee cup froze halfway to his mouth. “No. Fucking. Way. The notorious mafia king was a queen all along?” Bryan said in awe. Mafia king? Queen? I stared at him, confusion furrowing my brows together. “Who’s she?” He set his cup down slowly, eyes still locked on the officers, as they headed towards the special holding corridor. “That’s Elena Voss. The Don Cracker. She was always seen with a mask, rumour had it was to hide a scar but what I least expected was that she was a woman.