Mafia Daughters Novels & Stories

he muttered before hanging up. Finally, she will be here under one hour, then I will be the one who would be ruling her world. I felt pity for what his father did to me. She is the daughter of a mafia! Those heartless mafia who goes against negativity and the Sicilian culture have always followed the righteousness. Our crimes are on purpose we don't murder people for our profits but for the world's protection. "Drive me to the airport, I want to see my rival's daughter," I said to the driver.

"What is she doing here?" "She is not our enemy." I shook my head and gently wiped Fiona's tears. My eyes quickly darted to Angelina, who was standing all alone. "She is his daughter," Fiona insisted. "You have to kill her!" I swallowed hard at her words. Hate and profound pain coated her trembling voice as she spoke. "Hey, sweetheart," Creed tried to make her understand. "She is our friend." "No!" Fiona cried. "She is his daughter." And then she looked up at me with fresh tears spilling from her eyes.

Adam sighed, arguing with Mark is useless to the man has no venomous mouths, Mark is a CEO, of all Delio families, Mark Delio is the most in normal and sunny life, far from dark words. And Adam Delio is the best in the Mafia world, he has connections and even almost all over the country, with the drug cars, behind gatecrashing guns, and with many rivals and enemies of course, his life is far from the calm and safe word, this also applies to people close to it, Mark also includes. Moreover Elina if that woman is legitimate later. That's also what forced Adam to be a robot that didn't have any weakness, but now it seems he's going to have a weakness, the child who is now in Elina's biological.

I sit down in my office chair with my hand over my mouth, shell-shocked to shit at what Mia has just told me. All this time I had a mafia princess as my surrogate, an abused illegitimate heir given to my biggest enemy and I was none the wiser. She’s a fucking Cotroni; the daughter of my father’s best friend and the reason Maxim’s father was considered a failed Alpha heir. I wasn’t even aware he had a different daughter from Rosalie, but as I looked at Mia better, I could see the resemblance. She’s not lying, I know she’s not fucking lying so why am I so hesitant to believe her?

"Then it turns out Harper was only a spy" Valerie gasped "And the reason why he came was because of Rachael" Madam Zuna continued "Who's Rachael?" Valerie asked "Falcon's wife, mother of the three siblings" Madam Zuna replied "Then....my father came because of her? Why?" Valerie asked "You see? Being a Mafia can be dangerous Valerie, I mean your opponents will try whatever to bring you down, and if they can't get you, they go for your weakness, that's how things work here"

Prince’s voice was soothing over the phone, “she's the prized weapon of the Volkov family. Do you know how they've always been secretive about their last daughter? No one even knows what she looks like until today.” “And why is that?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. Most mafia fathers always keep their daughters locked up and away from the public eye. They were, after all, mafia princesses that’d be married off to solidify businesses and forge relationships when they were of age so they needed to be protected. I guessed she was one of the mafia princesses who knew nothing about the business and she had the fucking nerve to challenge me? Now, I was really going to have to show

he explained and I nodded. The fucking bastard had left them for so long, he didn't even know that his own son killed his daughter. “Well, I'd like to see your next of kin. Your first daughter, to be precise. I know you are surprised about this, but I want to be sure I am not dealing with a criminal. If your daughter indeed calls you her father, there will be nothing to worry about, and I'll not only teach you the secrets and techniques of gambling, but I'll also be giving you the sum of 800 million dollars to start up”

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.

His daughter… “And, Western? You're not gonna talk? Don't waste your last chance.” ‘Do you understand why I really need someone to trust, Mina?’ ‘They hired a mobster Russian...is a real animal.’ My mom. Mom, I just want you to be okay. ‘I like to know that I can be special to someone. At least for you.’ I feel warm tears fall down my cheeks when I speak. ‘That bill rescinds the agreement with your...company. And with the Mendes.’

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?”