Mafia Daughters Novels & Stories

"The Romano's, I mean Mateo Enzo Romano. has a daughter." My heart flipped immediately I heard that, I had a daughter too, and the thought of having the entire Mafia world knowing about my daughter caused a terrible feeling to settle in the pit of my tummy. "A little princess?" I asked. "A princess, not a little princess like yours. Remember our lifes are bound to that of your little princess. Anyone that wants her will have to go through us before they can get her, and you should know, that is death for them." "That old man has a daughter! Well he hid that fact very well." Malaika said

She looked young. “Maria Victoria Sebastian was sixteen in that photograph.” “She’s pretty.” “She’s my daughter.” This was one of the rumors. Many of the mafia bosses were known for having illegitimate children. Most of them tended to stay close to the family. Sons became soldiers, daughters became easy pawns to sell off and use for associates.

"When your foster parents couldn’t stand you, you ran back to steal my life. A mafia boss’s daughter with such a shameful past—imagine how disgusted Mom and Dad will be when they find out. And Lawrence...do you really think he’ll still want to marry you then?" I collapsed to my knees. "Please... don’t tell them. I'll quit piano. I'll do anything!" "Good dog." She ground her heel into my wounded fingers. "Remember—you get scraps when you obey. Try taking what's mine, and I'll bury you." "Oh my God! My dear daughter Claire, how much she's suffering!" I vaguely heard my mother's voice. It seemed that she was crying for me. "How can the heir to the mafia be abused and toyed with like this!" This

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.

“They’d be everywhere I turn to, every corner I hide, every step I take would be full of broken glasses and eggshells. They’ll turn every breath I take into toxin and every flower I hold into thorns. I cannot survive this place! Let alone for three years. I think a one and a quarter out of ten is fair.” “But what if you survive?” Jane presses, walking over to the side of the room I’m now facing. “That’s a very little amount of if,” I retort, slamming my eyes shut. “Now, please get out of my face.” “You have to fight! Don’s Daughter! Like your mother said, how would you rule Hell Morgathor if you can’t even survive this prison? The world of the Mafia is a world for the strong. Hell Morgathor

“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?”

The officer spoke and Marco corrected him quickly. "She's my boss's daughter." He said. "I'm sorry, your boss's daughter was involved in a dirty fight and." "Sorry officer, can we skip that part. How much is the bail? I'm bailing the four girls out." "Well, the shop owner wants to press charges. if you can speak with him first." "Press charges for what? did he not know who my mistress is?" Marco almost yelled. Who doesn't know Mr. Roberto in the country?. He dares wants to press charges on his daughter? he sure is looking for death.

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.” “That’s the point. Now that they know who you are—”

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?”

My mum burst into a harsh, bitter laugh that echoed in the room, making me feel even more foolish. "Do you really think it’s that easy, Chloe?" she asked, still laughing as if I had told the most ridiculous joke. The laugh didn’t reach her eyes, though. It was a laugh filled with regret and hopelessness. "Anna is not just some helpless girl we can brush aside. She’s the daughter of a notorious mafia boss—the Italian mafia boss, for God’s sake. And her mum? She was a mafia princess, tied to one of the most powerful crime families in Italy. Both families are backing her now." My mum's words hit me like a ton of bricks, each revelation more shocking than the last.