Mafia Daughter Names Novels & Stories

The mafia's maid. "No my friend, I have every confidence in you. What I needed most was a willing ear to make sense of my jumbled fears. You've done more than that."Damon voice out. "Fine let's finish them off then. We've inaugurated fear and effect it now time to strike." "Jeremy you should quit you've kidnapped their daughter already and it enough punishment for them." Damon said looking hurtful.

Despite the fact that I was smaller than the elderly man, the power and rage coursing through me made me want to tear him apart. 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, y

“You look like Catalina and have her fire, even as you look timid.” “You keep saying that name but I have no idea-” “Your mother was Catalina Moretti, wife of Alberto Moretti, a Camorra Underboss,” he says and I immediately jump out of my chair and take a step back from him. “Your name is Lucia Moretti and you’re their only daughter.” I have heard of the Camorra; they’re a criminal organization that rules parts of Italy. Italian Mafia, to be exact. They’re ruthless…and apparently, I am borne of that blood. This is why he calls me Principessa…

She asked the waiter to find a first aid box and bring it to Garaine as soon as possible. "Miss, could you please tell me your name?" Garaine asked the woman. "Bella Wright," the woman replied. "I am the daughter of the famous mafia leader, Sean Wright. Is it enough for my introduction?" "Madam, the first aid box." A waiter came running with the asked materials. "Thank you." With a smile, she took the box from his hand before dismissing him.

It’s a life and death game and we haven’t found the culprit, but I know that they are doing their best. “Why do you need to protect me?” I asked softly, enough for her to hear. “Because you are the daughter of the Mafia King, Alessandro Villareal. Our parents are just your father’s ally but they are all friends. Remember when you always had me at your side?” she asked, but I didn’t react. I’m the daughter of the Mafia King? My father is a Mafia King? I thought the Mafia King was strong, especially since they had their allies, but what happened?

Married to his daughter or not I'm still bringing them down and she just might be the key I need to do it. And make no mistake I don't give two fucks on how I gotta Do it as long as it gets done if I have to use an innocent girl to get to him then so be it although I highly doubt Shea innocent She's the mafia leaders daughter which means she either ugly or a straight up whore that's slept with half of new york city.

What if there's more serious incident than what's happening right now, and Rizhui couldn’t tell me about that? What if one of his loved ones was implicated by Herbert just to get him and agree on that deal? I already know what's bothering Rizhui's brain. Even if his mouth does not tell everything, his eyes telling the truth. But what is it? Or the best word is … which of them is Herbert referring to? Maybe it’s Kreiah, I remember Rizhui meeting my twin who was very accommodating and modest to others. Unsurprisingly she is the daughter of the mafia and granddaughter of the former Mafia Queen who runs the entire Mafia World. Now, it has been handed over to her because she deserves it. Not me,

"Touch us… And the Don will… Tear you apart!" Jolene laughed even louder at my words. She stepped hard on me. "Don? Which Don are you talking about? What a joke. I've never even heard of either of you before, and you're using some random Don to threaten me?" She leaned down toward me to pat me hard and arrogantly on the cheek. "Open your eyes and look hard! I'm the daughter of Casey Nostra, the Capo of South City! I'm the real Mafia Principessa! You're nothing but an orphan who's left with a brother. What's with all the pretences?"

"Antonia Maria de Silva. Born September 30, 1983 to Anthony and Marie de Silva of Firenze, Italy. Came over on work visas back in the day. Applied for and received naturalized citizenship. Set up shop in NYC. Papa de Silva ran a street gang. Sex workers, protection racket, insurance, gambling, drugs. Anything that made a buck, de Silva had his hand in." "Great. Why is the daughter trying to poach New Trenadie?" I asked. "Seems she and Papa had a bit of a falling out. He killed her one true love. Blah, blah, blah. She took a hit out on him. He shot her for it." I winced. "Isn't family supposed to be the tippy top of priorities for the mafia?" Nik chuckled. "At least it is in the movies. Appar

Her mind was completely blank, as she was shocked, speechless, and completely clueless as to what she should do. Daciana Lorenzo was the daughter of the Leader of the second-strongest mafia gang, Alfred Lorenzo. After being rivals for a bit of a long time, Damon’s mafia gang and Alfred’s mafia gang decided to form an alliance. A strong one at that. To seal the bond, Alfred betrothed his daughter to Damon. Daciana was pretty enthusiastic about the marriage, given that Damon happened to be a rich and very handsome man.