Mafia Daughter Names Novels & Stories

Siara staggered back a step, fury flashing in her eyes. This bitch. She wasn’t like the others. The ones before had cowered. They had whimpered and begged, desperate to be on Siara’s good side. But Nirvana? She was looking at her like she was the prey. Siara’s blood boiled. “Do you even know who I am?” she hissed. “I’m Don Marco’s daughter. My family controls the second most feared mafia syndicate in this city.” Nirvana arched a brow. “And?” She crossed her arms, voice dripping with boredom. “Why don’t you run back to Daddy dearest, then?”

A distracting pawn. “Let’s start with this. I’m Ravenna Costa. Daughter of Fiona and Matteo Costa. There’s no ulterior motive to me cooking and inviting everyone over. Who knows? It might be our last home-cooked meal. Plus, I was in a sharing mood. What’s your name?”

I am furious and feel like I can tell Rosa to stick her job up her ass, but I know that I cannot do that as I need the money. "Rosa, it is fine to let her talk. I want to know what she thinks. I do not appreciate you calling my daughter a bastard. You better count your words because you might end up like your father," Mia says. I know Mia has a lot of power in the Italian Mafia. She is the soon-to-be Donna of Riccardo Marino, and Mia is also the Donna of the Costa family. Mia should never have been the Donna of the Costa family. That position should have been mine, and I should also be the fiance of Riccardo Marino. My father should have let Riccardo take me as his mistress, not Mia.

Only that he was wrong. I'm Ziyana Casimiro, daughter to the mighty and fearless Dario Casimiro, a Mafia Lord in Sicily. My life itself is one that could be regarded as the life of a Princess. I had everything a girl could want; expensive dresses and bags from well known designers, jewelry that cost a fortune, not to mention parties and holidays all over the world. Our home was built on a wide area of land, heavily guarded by the best security facility in Italy. The mere mention of my father's name sends fear down the spines of his enemies.

Whatever she was supposed to do or say didn’t happen, so Kim continued. “Do you know what Sophia’s maiden name is?” She hit her cigarette again and waited for Celine’s answer. Celine shook her head. “It’s Mikhailov. She is the daughter of Sergei Mikhailov of the Solntsevskaya Bratva. It is one of the most brutal, violent organized crime groups in Russia.” “Peter Imailova killed Sophia’s mother and her two brothers.” She dropped her cigarette on the floor, reminiscent of a mic drop. “Boom.”, Kim said.

I glance back at the girl. What do ‘I’ stand for? Isa? Isabella? Irene? Ivana? Ilaria? Iris? Iolanda? Whatever. She's a La Rosa and that's it. She’s so similar to me in so many ways, yet so fucking different. We're both connected to the mafia underworld, too. And ‘father’ doesn't want me, just like hers. But unlike her father who now lacks kids, mine has an abundance of sons. Legitimate ones.

“Ever met someone from the mafia?” The man shook his head so fast it was almost comical. His son whimpered behind him, still clutching his sleeve. “Shut up already!” Alerina snapped at the boy, her patience gone. “I can’t hear my uncle over your whining. One more sound and I’ll sew your mouth shut myself.” The boy clamped his lips shut instantly, tears still streaming silently down his face. Leon chuckled, clearly entertained by her cruelty. Leon turned back to the father. “That disrespectful girl you were about to strike?” He gestured toward Alerina. “She isn’t just any brat. She’s the only daughter of the De Rossi Mafia. Heard of them?”

He was that kind of person, so we thought, Why don't we remember him for who he was? "Forever in our hearts, Luca Romano." We rose, bittersweet smiles on our faces, "Forever in our hearts, Luca Romano." A thick arm wrapped around my waist, carefully pulling me into his chest, and I snuggled closer. There was nowhere I'd rather be. And this is the truth. My name is Cara Camilla Rodriguez-Bernardi. Daughter of Spanish mafia king Miguel Rigruduez and wife to Italian mafia heir, Adonis Alejandro Bernardi.

He most likely is a bastard. We were greeted by a small brunette and a big man with strong shoulders as we knocked on the oak door. As he shook the man's hand, the father grinned. These are probably the parents. Father gave me a nod. "It's my daughter here. Alessandro Ferrari She is the mafia boss in Italy." Although I did, they failed to notice the contempt in his words.

If he could have the power of the mafia queen around him why would he have to bend down to Rauf. Annoyed by his intentional silence, Rauf pressed his chin. "I think I should rephrase the question. Who out of your daughter is the Mafia Queen's daughter, Amie or June?" Before Rauf could press his chin again, Samir let out the name he thought would favor him best. "Amie."