Mafia Daughters Novels & Stories

That was the last thing she whispered before they stood up straight and smiled at each other. "Enjoy your day, my beautiful daughters." Andrius hugged and kissed them one by one on cheeks while telling them how he was so lucky to have them, greeted them on their day and wished them the best in life. As a father, he wants them to have a life they have been wanting for, and whatever it is, he will be there to support them, even if it was meant for them to go far from him and out of his sight, as long as they are happy, he will give it to them. That's how he wants to show them how he loves them. They are his life, they are his daughters and his wife. And they are the ones who light his world up

I told her, in short. “Are you kidding me?” She glared at us one by one, pointing at herself. “Me, capable of doing that horrible thing? I drank my butt the whole night.” “Honey, you just demonstrated your capability to the mafia by sitting down with their Don. You went there with two SUVs full of armed men. They also took Terzo from the Osmium. They saw you as a threat that could take down a powerful organization like the Siciliano Family.” “I’m also that man’s daughter, Mr. Braddson.”

The officer spoke and Marco corrected him quickly. "She's my boss's daughter." He said. "I'm sorry, your boss's daughter was involved in a dirty fight and." "Sorry officer, can we skip that part. How much is the bail? I'm bailing the four girls out." "Well, the shop owner wants to press charges. if you can speak with him first." "Press charges for what? did he not know who my mistress is?" Marco almost yelled. Who doesn't know Mr. Roberto in the country?. He dares wants to press charges on his daughter? he sure is looking for death.

"Antonia Maria de Silva. Born September 30, 1983 to Anthony and Marie de Silva of Firenze, Italy. Came over on work visas back in the day. Applied for and received naturalized citizenship. Set up shop in NYC. Papa de Silva ran a street gang. Sex workers, protection racket, insurance, gambling, drugs. Anything that made a buck, de Silva had his hand in." "Great. Why is the daughter trying to poach New Trenadie?" I asked. "Seems she and Papa had a bit of a falling out. He killed her one true love. Blah, blah, blah. She took a hit out on him. He shot her for it." I winced. "Isn't family supposed to be the tippy top of priorities for the mafia?" Nik chuckled. "At least it is in the movies. Appar

Married to his daughter or not I'm still bringing them down and she just might be the key I need to do it. And make no mistake I don't give two fucks on how I gotta Do it as long as it gets done if I have to use an innocent girl to get to him then so be it although I highly doubt Shea innocent She's the mafia leaders daughter which means she either ugly or a straight up whore that's slept with half of new york city.

"She's being stubborn again." How could I make things right with her? I knew she had every right to be mad after how things played out. Maybe it was just in her blood. After all, she was the daughter of the mafia leaders,two mafia leaders who are known to compete for the highest rank in the organization.

Only that he was wrong. I'm Ziyana Casimiro, daughter to the mighty and fearless Dario Casimiro, a Mafia Lord in Sicily. My life itself is one that could be regarded as the life of a Princess. I had everything a girl could want; expensive dresses and bags from well known designers, jewelry that cost a fortune, not to mention parties and holidays all over the world. Our home was built on a wide area of land, heavily guarded by the best security facility in Italy. The mere mention of my father's name sends fear down the spines of his enemies.

I replied, and he agreed. “Alright. It’s only a lecture, and it’s not like she is going to be used. It will help her understand the master-to-servant relationship. Besides, she is your first purchase since your last visit to the Dark Realm Auction, and it made me wonder why you purchased her.” “Dad, there’s nothing to be worried about. First of all, she is the daughter of Felix Moraga, one of our mafia members in this city,” I said, the line going silent.

She could feel it in her bones — the heavy silence, the way the guards shifted uneasily at the edges of her vision. When the phone rang, she lunged for it. "Luciano?" she breathed. But it wasn’t his voice on the other end. It was the voice of a man she hadn’t heard in years. A voice from the darkest corner of her past. "Hello, princess," the man said. "Miss me?" Aria’s blood ran cold. It was Dario Ventresca — the son of a rival mafia boss who had once tried to kidnap her for ransom. Luciano had almost killed him for it.

It’s not always a good sight to behold, and not to say the least that he is the most powerful and feared man in the history of the Russian mafia. He held great wealth, which he got from how many wars he had won and through his wisdom. He could be anything you wanted him to be, but he could never be a dad to me. He didn’t even let me call him that. On one occasion, I casually called him “dad” it was just a slip of the tongue but I was put in chains and beaten to a pulp for calling the mafia boss “Dad.” So when I was taken to Base Two, I was locked up in a very dark room. I guess because I was practically blindfolded all the way to the place, so even if my brain was thinking of escaping from t