Mafia Daughters Novels & Stories

The coldness of the metallic weapon sends a chill down my spine, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand straight up. “What’s your name?” he hisses and glares coldly at me. Behind him, his men start to drag the women from other families out of the little circle where father and mother huddle. There are whimpers and tears as the helpless women get torn from the grasps of their loved ones. One of the mafias laughs as he binds their trembling wrists; each with a thick brown rope and ties them all together so they all line up one after another like lamb going for slaughter.

even till his dying day and for that she was very grateful. Mrs. Mensah sat on the couch quietly chewing over her daughter's news. It pleased her greatly that her grand daughter was going to meet her father finally, and that her daughter had finally gathered the courage to tell her about the mysterious man but, she had a few questions of her own. It wasn't that she didn't trust Louisa's judgement... it's just that she had heard stories of the Italian mafia... how dangerous they could be, and she didn't want any situation that would put her daughter or grand daughter's life in jeopardy.

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.

As if I was a stupid woman who didn’t have eyes and ears and couldn’t put two and two together. I was a daughter of the mafia. I grew up with guns, arm deals, and sulky men around me twenty-four-seven. “Where was Aoki and his guys that didn’t stop it?” Archie carried on, his voice still loud and angry. “Were they hurt?” he added after a moment, sounding concerned now.

The mafia's maid. "No my friend, I have every confidence in you. What I needed most was a willing ear to make sense of my jumbled fears. You've done more than that."Damon voice out. "Fine let's finish them off then. We've inaugurated fear and effect it now time to strike." "Jeremy you should quit you've kidnapped their daughter already and it enough punishment for them." Damon said looking hurtful.

I slapped my own face, trying to snap out of daze, if only I knew how sick these mafias are on the inside. What is it between us? It’s not arranged, it’s not forced, it’s not even a dalliance, what is it? My life before was far from perfect, but it wasn’t as miserable as this. I’ve entered this home again as I have no pride. I’m the daughter of the mafia who denies my existence, a girl living in someone’s house who’s keeping me here without a reason, a person who just lost her friends, and a woman who doesn’t have pride.

I cut their flesh open slit their throats without any hesitation Well you guys are probably wondering how in this world i know any of this? well in my world i am the daughter of the worlds second biggest mafia. Sandra Holland!

my stepmother whispered. My feet rooted to the floor. “Do you want us to die? I’m pregnant, for God’s sake. Think about the baby. All you have to do is give her to him.” My chest squeezed tight. A long silence followed before my father spoke, his voice rough. “He’s a killer. No matter what you say, I can’t sell my daughter to a mafia boss who murders people for fun.” My stomach dropped. Mafia? “No, no, don’t call it that,” my stepmother said quickly. “You’re not selling her. You’re just… letting him have her for a little while.”

A body was pulled from the sea, waterlogged and swollen. The woman was two months pregnant. Her face was unrecognizable, but I recognized the ring I had given her immediately. The dead woman was my daughter, Cecily Moretti. I had once been the most powerful Mafia Donna on the West Coast, with enemies everywhere. To protect Cecily, I staged a shipwreck ten years ago. I jumped into the sea clutching a doll and faked my own death. I left her in the care of the Griffiths family, whose son I had chosen to be her husband. I gave them money, power, and every advantage so my daughter could live a peaceful, happy life. But my investigation uncovered the truth. Five years after I disappeared, Cecily's

I explained as I sat down on the bed, while Klarissa walked over to the opposite side. "The Mafia business is a heartless venture.You should be aware that Mafia lords are willing to sell out their daughters just to protect their sons because they see them as a more valuable asset," Klarissa revealed. There was no denying anything she had spoken about because my father did not seem bothered about the consequences that could come with losing his daughter. "If only there was a way out of this..." I paused because an idea just popped up in my mind. "..or maybe there is one good idea," I added, smiling in the direction of Klarissa.