Mafia Daughters Novels & Stories

Her shoulders shook. Time passed. No one rushed her. Not Erika. Not the guards standing at a distance, respectfully turned away. Slowly— Her breathing steadied. She lifted her head. Her eyes red. But clearer. “You would laugh if you saw me now,” she said softly, her voice still trembling. “Riding in cars… with guards… living in a mansion.” A weak smile touched her lips. “I’m the daughter of a mafia lord, Mama.” The words felt strange. Even now.

“He hasn’t done anything. In fact, I haven’t even seen him these past few days. He’s rarely around. Unlike his son.” “Son?” came my father’s confused reply. I let out a small, nervous laugh. “Apparently, the mafia king has a little boy. He calls me ‘Mama.’ It’s… strange.” The line went silent for a moment as I brushed my hair and sat at the vanity. My reflection looked composed—a stark lie my frantic pulse betrayed. “I-I’m sorry, Rachel,” Dad said suddenly, his voice cracking. “This is all my fault.”

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

‘Yes mamma’ ‘Ok darling see you in the tomorrow bye’ ‘Bye’ Monalisa replied as she hung up, she then lay down on her bed and stands up immediately, she takes a ribbon and uses it to tie her jet-black hair. After tying her hair, she walks out of her room to the living room where the Cosa Nostra (members of a mafia gang) is. ‘Silvia, is the contract signed?’ Lisa asks her secretary as she uses her fingernail to itch her tattooed neck and sits on a vacant blue couch.

He could feel his third leg hardening. He looks up to the sky then smile 'What a great temptation. ' Staring back down, he tries as much as possible to avoid looking down on those tempting apples before his face but rather stare on her face. Indeed woman are powerful. In the mafia world the first thing they are made to understand was the powers of pretty woman. "I know you said it. But doesn't it feel surreal of you?" "I don't know what you mean by that. Depends on how you view it. I am a girl that says my mind afraid of the consequence. If I want something, I go for it. I don't end up chicken out like a fucking chicks."

He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it. l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in and day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.

Did I hear that right? They might have killed Liam's parents? How is that possible! They're boring old people who have no life! All they do is work. This is all just an intense dream of some sorts. This isn't real, I can't be the daughter of the two of the most powerful people that own a mafia in freaking New York City! "Get her something to eat and drink, and clean up her wounds. They look gross." Liam said, nodding towards my arms and legs.

As we trudged through the exit, Alessia decided to show up and cause a little trouble. "You disgusting whore, how dare you give out what is mine to another person! You always do things to piss me off."She screamed and I rolled my eyes. She was referring to the mafia which I had handed over to her father. There was no way, and I mean no way on earth, I was going to let her get her hands on the mafia. She was too cunny and pathetic to rule a mafia just like her mother. Sly bitches that wanted nothing but money and fame.

So visible it seems like my past life was in a film playing right in front of me. "My father wanted to start a business so he loaned out some from the worst person ever. The Dune." Her eyes widen and I chuckle sadly. The dune is well known. Everywhere. And everyone in the underworld knew about them. They were the deadliest and the most dangerous Mafia in the 2000's before Arianna's took over. "It was a lot of money and when it was time to pay, my dad hadn't. he asked for a little more and they gave him a little more time. and that was when my mother gave birth to me."

I said to him, walking over to the mini bar and began to pour myself a glass of whiskey, placing the bottle back down and quickly picking up the glass and taking a drink out of it. “You got it boss but like I said last night, there isn’t much on her. She’s squeaky clean, eerily clean.” He says to me which causes me to raise up my eyebrows and turn over to look at him, glass still in my hand. I swallowed the liquor and clicked my tongue against the top of my mouth, narrowing my eyebrows as I thought about what he just said “Why do you say eerily?” I ask him. Drew shrugs instantly “Well everyone has a past, they have traces but this girl doesn’t. It’s like she didn’t exist before she turned si