Mafia Daughter Names Novels & Stories

They are an exception. “Even though you're an assassin, I'm not afraid of you! You see... ” she pointed to her tattoo—“I'm a mafia boss' daughter." She said proudly, her voice brave, despite her knees slightly trembling. Interesting, she’s a mafia royal. Mafia Royal is a son or daughter of mafia boss which also includes me and I hate it, no scratch that, I despise it. She grabbed something from her back in one swift motion, and I groaned when I realized it was a gun.

Located in the middle of town, she wouldn't have friends or contacts nearby, keeping her at a distance. I flashed a smile at the lady, one that was as sweet as it was fake. Taking her seat, I sat down across from her, examining her with a glance. She giggled, but there was nothing about her that interested me aside from the money and connections she would bring. Her name was Angelina D'Amico, the daughter of the fourth powerful mafia family. The risk I was taking was worth it, for the reward far outweighed the danger. I spoke softly, my words dripping with honeyed deceit, "Angelina, your beauty is unparalleled."

I looked at him. "Mafia?" "Leonardo Diablo. Popularly known as De'vora. A deadly mafia boss. Your mother was his only daughter. But she lost everything under his name recently. I was her safe haven and she was mine. She helped me in my hard times. Those hard times almost placed me on the streets, but she was there for me all through. Marriage was the only reward I could think of. Even though I wasn't deeply in love with her. We got married and we had you."

The rest of them laughed while he flipped the bird at me. "Dante," Vittoria chimed in. "Don't be too worried. Even I, as Underboss, would have done the same. Who cares about people's names, right? It's the face and the beauty that matter. And damn, Mick is beautiful. You guys would make a—" "I'll kill you if you say that," I growled. "Dante, you have to understand me, okay? I tried. The man has seven daughters, and all of them have names starting with M. How on earth am I supposed to know each one's name?" Luca exclaimed.

She bit her tongue with a grin. "They shouldn't die for good Povetta.Its your skills that will save you from any danger in the future not a swarm of good for nothing bodyguards.They are better for show props."Alessandro indirectly taunted Robert who sat quitely bearing Alessandro's bitter remakrs since we step inside their house. "Aless..."I pinched his hand under the table. "What?"He arched a brow at me,"She is the daughter of a mafia family,not a mafia family but the most powerful mafias in the continent."Alessandro said eyeing Robert.

“If you’re my father, if you feel anything at all, tell me—who am I?” “I love you, daughter. And I know everything I did was to protect you—and I’d do it again.” I swallowed dryly. “You want to know why they’re after you, Lily?” he began, his voice lower but steady. “Because you carry too much blood. Valuable blood.” I frowned. “What do you mean by that?” I asked, my eyes wide. “You’re not just the daughter of Luigi Romano. Your mother... she was the daughter of Antonov, the most powerful Russian mafia boss in Eastern Europe. A feared, cruel man, absolutely obsessed with power.”

Luna appeared with two guards, arms crossed and looking thoroughly annoyed as she blocked my path. "A client specifically requested you and your sister together. Get moving and don't waste any more time." I remembered Drew's screams and cries from earlier. A chill ran down my spine. "You better not touch me! I'm Donato DeLuca's daughter!" I did not care about anything else. I decided to use my identity as a mafia Principessa to scare her off. "Don DeLuca, my father, told me to go to the lounge." "Bullsh*t!" Luna slapped me across the face. "Don't try your tricks on me! Someone like you doesn't deserve to even mention the DeLuca name!"

Glancing to the twins, I saw that they were seated in a playpen, wrapped in pink taffeta, both of them on their bums, watching everything with wide eyes. Cadence and Camryn. It was tradition in the Bianchi family for names to start with the letter ‘C’. Subtly, I’d led Willow towards two names that started with C. I never told anyone what my mother had told me that day, that the Bianchi blood ran thick in my veins and that my father was Corloni, the head of a powerful mafia family. But naming my daughters with names that started with C was my nod to their real heritage, and my silent act of respect to Corloni, their grandfather by blood.

I assure her, and she nods, closing her eyes in obedience to my order to get some sleep. She calls my father Papa, that's what she calls her own Dad too, her name is Melinda, she is a Mafia heiress, from the Gusto familia, she has a brother, Lorenzo, he is working with her father, that's why her presence isn't really needed in the family. I cover her properly and step out of bed when my phone rings. I quickly reduce the volume before it interrupts her sleep, I enter the toilet and accept the call.

“She's not my partner anymore. Years ago. I send her money to keep her hidden and protect...Silene. I'll see her often, at least once a month. I brought her to this house. Silene, not her mother. I lied to you, you're not the only one I've visited Cuenca with and I apologize for it. Well, I'm disappointed, but I haven't been very honest either, nor have I told you everything that's going on. I'm not an absentee father, I can be many things but not that. I know what it is to grow up with a father of terror, I would have preferred not to have him, it was exactly the story I did not seek to repeat. My daughter will be nine soon, she's already on her way to being a young lady.” “Go. You were alm