Mafia Daughters Novels & Stories

I guess he could still surprise me after all these years. “I suppose Roman Industries is not doing well?” I said as I closed the file and looked up. “Oh, it’s doing well, alright,” He leaned back on his chair. “This is just your mess.” “My mess?” I laughed. “I don’t remember getting involved with any Mafia.” “That’s because you’re naive, son. You do remember Anna, don’t you?” “Anna Reading?” I asked. “She was taken care of months ago.” “Apparently, not.” He leaned on the table. “She’s the daughter of the biggest Mafia in America right now and you pissed her off good, didn’t you?”

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

Fear stabbed at them when the other men filed into the room and stood around the walls and Don Giovanni strode across to them. ‘I tuoi padri ti hanno venduto come vergine, il codice mafioso dice che devi provarlo davanti ai testimoni’ [Your Fathers sold you as virgins, the Mafia Code says you must prove it in front of witnesses] The reality of their situation dawned on them and they were horrified to see their Fathers were amongst the men watching. They refused to cooperate and tried to escape begging their Fathers to help them. Not one man intervened, the young women were thrown onto the bed and held down while their new husbands raped them savagely. Antonio and Frederico were Giovanni’s so

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

He replied to her, standing from his seat to lean on his table. “How can a living subject be sold off without her own consent?” She inserted air quotes around the sold off. For a moment, Marie forgot she was standing in front of someone affiliated to the greatest and most dangerous Mafia group in the country. But, what did she have to lose? She was already brought here against her own will, and it doesn’t seem like anyone is going to answer the question as to why she’s here.

How she had told herself, over and over again, that she would never love a man like him. Never. And yet… she had. She loved him in ways she had never loved anyone before. Deeply. Foolishly. Completely. That memory pushed her forward now. It reminded her why she could not stop. Why she could not walk away from the truth, no matter how painful it might be. She might not have been involved in their mafia business. She had never wanted that life. But she was still Miguel De Luca’s daughter. The daughter of a powerful mafia lord. And that meant she understood one thing very well.

’ [He said my babies would be held down and raped until they became pregnant, those disgusting creatures wanted to treat them worse than animals, breeding stock he called them. She had sobbed in Juliette’s arms terrified for her young daughters who had stood beside her clinging to each other too scared even to cry making the decision easy for her and both girls were safely ensconced with a family in the USA. Of course, her actions angered the Mafia men, they were losing their most valuable assets, their daughters represented lucrative deals and Juliette was blatant in offering her help. She flaunted it in their faces in the hope of deflecting their anger away from their wives onto her protec

Pop-pop says and I nod my head when the doors open again and I smile at my great-uncles. I move from my nanna and pop-pop to them. “Oh my darling girl, come here.” Uncle Nico says and I move into his arms and he hugs me before I move to Uncle Nate. He does the same thing. We pull apart and I see one of the Mafia Queens, Gabriella DeAngelis, as she stands shoulder to shoulder with Uncle Nate. Gabriella and her twin Alexandra DeAngelis are the Mafia Queens, well former queens. Gabriella’s daughter was the firstborn. Larissa is now the queen and her husband, Uncle Nate’s son Benito, is now the ruling Mafia King.

"What's wrong with dad? He blew off training this morning." "Really?," she asked, softly. I nodded my head. "I have no idea." My mom is a beautiful woman from another mafia. She married my dad to form an alliance which obviously ended up getting broken anyway. It happens a lot in our life. Many girls from other mafias have been sold or married off to another mafias. Sadly, that's just how things work around here. I'm not worried about that happening to me because I'm not 20 yet and my dad wouldn't do that to me.

Her robe was drawn tightly around her thin frame, her dark hair streaked with silver, her eyes searching her daughter’s face for answers. Elena forced a smile. “I’m fine, Mama.” Her mother frowned, unconvinced, but said nothing as Elena stepped inside. The warmth of home wrapped around her, smelling faintly of soap and the stew her mother had made earlier. Her little brother was asleep on the couch, his head lolling against the armrest, a comic book slipping from his hand. Elena’s chest tightened. She carefully tucked a blanket over him and brushed the hair from his forehead. He was only twelve. Too young to carry the weight of debts and mafia threats. Too young to understand that his sister