Mafia Daughter Names Novels & Stories

I told her, in short. “Are you kidding me?” She glared at us one by one, pointing at herself. “Me, capable of doing that horrible thing? I drank my butt the whole night.” “Honey, you just demonstrated your capability to the mafia by sitting down with their Don. You went there with two SUVs full of armed men. They also took Terzo from the Osmium. They saw you as a threat that could take down a powerful organization like the Siciliano Family.” “I’m also that man’s daughter, Mr. Braddson.”

“I was trying to protect you.” “From what?” “From my family,” she snaps. The words hit like gunfire. Silence spreads like smoke between us. I stare at her, chest tight. “Your family?” She nods. And when she speaks again, her voice cracks. “My father’s name is Roman Vittore.” The name punches something out of my lungs. Because I know it. Everyone in the District knows that name. Even if they don’t speak it out loud. Mafia. Old money. Ruthless. Untouchable. And she’s his daughter. Of course she is.

I asked and she nodded. I took her to the room and tucked her in. She was beautiful, her eyes just like her father and her ivory face… it suited her name. Amelia Xavier, the daughter and heir to the greatest mafia of all time, Dylan Xavier. This was when I decided that I would take care of her and treat her like my own. I couldn't bear to see this girl face what I had faced as a child… the world was a cruel place and we could survive anything if we leaned on each other.

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

Anton held out his hand, while Alessia slipped away from us quietly. "Alessandro Anderson, leader of the Italian Mafia," I introduced myself as I shook Anton and Nicole's hand. "It's nice to meet you." The Russian leader said. That's how our conversation started. While Anton spoke about something that I didn't care about, my eyes went to the brown eyed woman, who was already looking at me. "If you don't mind me asking, who is that woman over at your table?" Anton hesitated visibly before responding. "That's our daughter, Natalia." I smiled faintly, loving her name, it fitted her perfectly.

And whose daughter is Zyanna? Next I read their Family history. The Cosmian family started to become a Mafia in 1945. The very first Mafia boss was Zoren Cosmian and his wife Dahlia Coverette. The Cosmians have become famous in the Mafia world and they are one of the most dangerous Mafias in the world. They had a child and that was Zyanna. She also became a member of the Mafia. Zyanna was the first woman to become fierce and feared in the entire Mafia World except for Dahlia. Zyanna had a son named Zion Cosmian. Zyanna didn't take her husband's last name because she wanted his last name to be Cosmian. When he did not agree, she immediately killed him. Zion had a son and that was the next gen

"Wait a minute, did you say Clara? As in Clara Moretti." "The one and only." My posture stiffens and the air in the corridor suddenly feels too suffocating to breathe in. Clara was the daughter of Alessandro and the sister of the man who kidnapped my sister and attempted to murder my brother-in-law. She was currently the ruling head of the Italian mafia since her father was sick, and last I checked, we weren't exactly on good terms with them. "How? Why?" Silence bleeds from the line causing my pulse to spasm.

He was weak from lack of oxygen and the extreme pain she was giving him. “You will regret even thinking that you could steal from me. Stealing from a Di Angelo.” “Di… Angelo?” I could hear a subtle hint of fear upon realizing the weight of that name. Maybe he finally remembered the name Sol. “What? You really think I was only using Sol’s name? My name is Cara Luna Di Angelo, daughter of Domenico Di Angelo, the late king of the mafia. I see the regret and fear in your eyes. Good.” She let him go before rising. In a swift movement, she kicked him and pulled the trigger for the last time. Blood floods out from the center of his chest. I could see the fear and regret in his still opened eyes des

I raise my voice slightly while he trembles. "It's a Mafia case! Your specialty." He snaps back earning a scrowl from me. "Even though..." I trail off running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. I can't even get some rest?! I needed a fucking vacation! "I'm sure you'd like this case. It involves the famous Mafia Queen." He pressed on and my ears perk up at the sentence. "You mean Arianna?" "Yes." Arianna Romano. The deadliest and the most terrifying woman in the whole of America. She's so mysterious no one has ever seen her face. Be it covering up with a veil or wearing a mask, she makes sure her identity is hidden whenever she's out killing people.

Nico “So, what you are saying,” I say as I sit directly in front of Aurora in my office. She leans forward with her elbows resting on her knees. “Is that somehow this Yelena woman is the daughter of a Russian woman, was given up for adoption and taken in by a Russian family. That the Sokolova family are Mafia related? Is this for real? I thought there was no mafia connection?” She rubs one of her perfect arched brows with her forefinger. I can see the pulse going in her neck. “That would be correct, Boss.”