Mafia Daughter Names Novels & Stories

" [My name is Alcina Moretti and I will bring Giovanni down, I have been trained by MOSSAD Agents, I know how to kill, would any of you care to challenge me today?]’ They looked at one another and no one moved she barked a harsh laugh tossing her silky mane of hair, ‘No, non pensavo così' [No, didn’t think so] The threat worked all the Dons took a step back not willing to risk their lives after seeing the ruthlessness of the young woman. She asked them again to follow her and every single one of them now pledged their loyalty. Tony and Luciano were impressed and the three of them spent the next month setting up a base and starting work as a new ‘Family’. It did not take long for word to get

I thought "His name is Damanico Gionovese. His mafia was in trouble when he entered our mafia when we started and we bailed him out. He kept his mafia hidden as he thinks I don't know that he's a boss and I know he's been using his mafia. His location and home is completely unknown." "You have no trace to him?" "None. Ro's missing again and I think he has her." "Ro? Ro what?" "Her real name is Royalty. Royalty Lemeire. Why?" "I know that name." "What really?" "She's the daughter of Mikenshawn and Jillian Vaio. Her father owned the biggest mafia in Italy at the time and they were good friends of the Gionvese." "Really? So she knows Damanioc?" "Maybe not personally but through family links. Th

Although she’s not as active as the other daughters in the Mafia given her predicament, her name has been tossed around meeting tables more times than I could count. Caterina Santelli? I heard she killed a Japanese Boss with a fucking pistol. Gian’s daughter? She takes after her mother, that lass. She can be as sweet as she is dangerous. I hear the Shotgun Princess just did the dirty bidding for her father. Shame she had to be Gian’s daughter.

I was never even allowed to go to school. I sat back up still holding my arm as pain once again coursed through my body. This wasn’t the first time I had been hurt, or he had hurt me. And it was definitely not the last either. I needed to do as he had said before he came back in and it would turn ugly. My father had no patience, especially when it came to me. My name is Nala Liam, the daughter of Liam. For a while our family used to be among the most feared mafia families in the south. My father owned most of everything. That was until he started gambling and drinking too much and owed alot of people money.

Leanor said holding me in her arms, trying to console me. “Who are you really?” I asked, something about this nice woman persona did not seem to fit. There is something more… something deeper, something a bit more sinister. “I am Leanor Amaretto, the queen of the west coast cartel. You see my father Rodrigo Amaretto…” “Wait…you…you are Rodrigo Amaretto’s daughter?” I gasped. As in the mafia king Amaretto…One of the most feared mafia kings of all times! “You knew my father?” Leanor asked, she looked shocked. Why?

She is the only daughter of the Italian mafia don, Alessandro Bianchi. She moved here to have a low profile life. She never said she is a mafia don’s daughter neither to Michael nor Jordan. But Michael just happened to find out unintentionally. A few months into their first year of high school, he was playing with his friends in the ground near her apartment. Three black cars halted in front of her apartment and most of them were bodyguards and only one woman who he assumed to be Rey’s mother and a guy who seemed to be a little older than him, her brother, perhaps. And a tall man with a well-built body and had a strong aura, the don himself, Alessandro Bianchi.

Salvatore’s eyes narrowed, "You think you’re the first person to tell me 'no,' Gianna? You think your little tantrums will change anything? You don't have the power, the resources, or the name to stand against me." The air in my lungs turned to ice. My blood started to boil, a hot, toxic wave of pride rising up my throat. He really thought I was some nobody? "You think I don't know who I am?" I stepped even closer, "You want to talk about power? You want to talk about names? I have the resources, Salvatore. I have the blood. I am the only daughter of Don Giovanni Toricelli. I was born into the Philadelphia Syndicate. My father rules the East Coast."

Of every woman in the city of New York, the one standing in front of me is Nicholas Sorano's daughter. The Princess of the Greek Mafia. The Flamingo.

It was cruelty. “Well, well,” she purred, voice syrupy and poisonous, “the little pet’s still breathing.” My jaw clenched. Valentina Greco. A name that dripped with legacy and cruelty. Daughter of New York's most feared mafia clan, a woman born with blood on her hands and diamonds at her throat. Our families had once shared power like gods. Until Damian razed mine to ash. She hated me. Not because I wronged her, but because I existed where she wanted to be—near him.

He was looking out of the window absent-mindedly. A young and slim girl wearing sunglasses was standing next to him. She seemed to be speaking to him, but Jameson didn't seem interested. Suddenly, Miya recognized the girl. isn't she Sophia Moore?! Daughter of the American Mafia boss and younger sister of Jake Moore, who is said to be the best looking man of the year. As soon as Miya recognized them, she looked away, hoping to sneak away. I'd better stay away from these two! She thought. However, she wasn't quick enough.