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.

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 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.

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!

I’m the real, long-lost daughter of the Yue family—a powerful Mafia crime family in the Italian Quarter. But Sophia Young, the fake princess they’ve raised for years, found out the truth. Terrified I’d take back everything she’d stolen, she posted a bounty in a private group chat for the top young Mafia heirs in the city: Whoever can get photos of her entering illegal businesses, catch her in shady deals, or dig up dirt to ruin her reputation… I’ll marry you.

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.”

Noah explained to me about two men and I nodded my head and became silent probably thinking about why Noah was interested in that girl. "Noah, those three men are best friends and there are other four in their group. And, that girl is also in the mafia. She must be comfortable with them. Cool" Armani said looking at Noah who just nodded his head shocked. "She looks young" I whispered and Armani just smiled. "Her brother is the mafia boss and she is safe under her brother and from looking at her, I think she is a hacker. So, she must not have been working in real danger" Armani predicted Noah took a deep breath and I couldn't help smiling at him.