Mafia Ladies Novels & Stories

Koa solemnly agreed, causing me to look between my mother and the boy who always owned my heart. "I'm glad we can reach an understanding. Now Eira, we need you to be the one to go undercover. They all know that you wanted out of this for as long as anyone can really remember. I need you to pretend to betray the family." My heart froze as she said the last sentence so nonchalantly. I began shaking my head frantically while looking at everyone seated around the table. I could not do that. I could do anything else, I would do anything else. Just not that. The mafia will test my loyalty. What if someone ends up seriously injured because of me?

"We will, daughter. We won't rest until Alessandro is safe, and Domenico pays for what he has done." Georgia closed her eyes, clenching her fists. She knew the road ahead would be difficult, but considering the circumstances, she had nothing left to do but trust the man. After all, her father was also an intelligent mafia leader, perhaps not in an organization as large as Templo Negro, but certainly in one large enough for her to put her full trust in him.

The date they were appointed as the boss and died was written below none of them were overthrown except one who was overthrown by his aunt in 1921, and after that he began seeing women take the position of been the boss, he finally reached the last photo and was shocked by whom he saw. Monalisa sat graciously on the chair he had seen other bosses sitting, she was younger and vibrantly smiled, and the smile not forced but real, other bosses smiled to but it looked unreal. He looked under the photo and saw something that literally blew his mind. ‘Monalisa Del-A-Cruz, mafia queen from 2018-till date’. ‘Oh my god’ Jeremy muttered still shocked by what he read.

Europe. For most of the young people in that crowded neighborhood, the quest for the American dream took the form of illegal gambling, bootlegging and bootlegging. The East Side, therefore, The Mob Girl 16 became a haven for bandits and, ultimately, the birthplace of the Mafia, both Italian and Jewish. During the 1930s and 1940s, Arlyne's father made his fortune through scams, but his main desire was to have his two daughters respected. The youngest opted for a life of righteousness. In her position as older sister, Arlyne had the opportunity to do the same, but declined and preferred to follow the example of her maternal grandmother, owner of a funeral home in the neighborhood and a woman

LILY’s POV “Mafia is a process, not a thing. Mafia is a form of clan cooperation to which its individual members pledge a lifelong commitment to. Friendship, connections, family ties, trust, loyalty, obedience… this was the glue that held us together.” – Joe Bonanno

Jason asked. "No one is getting fired not like anyone will notice us leaving, you all are just too scared". He said. " The receptionist " I replied. " she is always sleeping on duty, so she isn't a threat" Liam said. " But she is" Liam said pointing at me. "How?" I asked "She is Miles' secretary, she can't even breathe without him noticing " Jason said replied. " For all I care Miles can't do nothing, his father is still in charge he will have to cry to his daddy to get us fired" Bryan said.

Where even at the news of Aurelio's death, they were not to return home. But soon after Alejandro took charge there was no need for them to ever look back. As La Famiglia expanded and settled in America, Laura was once again reunited with them and established a place high in the ranks. However her daughter was still not to be tainted by the darkness and sin that was the Gonzalez Family mafia. Not until it was absolutely necessary. She was a true princess, locked away from the life of crime and sin ironically enough it was only possible because she was protected by the most sinful of them all.

I moved through the room quietly, finding the edge of a conversation here, the periphery of a group there, keeping myself visible without being exposed — the same careful navigation I'd been practicing inside the estate, just on a larger floor. A woman stopped me near the floral arrangements. In her Fifties, sharp eyes behind elegant frames, the particular confidence of someone who had never needed to perform for a room because the room had always arranged itself around her. "You're with Damian Kingsley," she said. Not a question. "I am," I said. She studied me with open curiosity and no apology for it. "He hasn't brought anyone to this event in three years." I kept my expression neutral. "I

Rumors started going around that they might target on taking over the Southside first That very rumor caused havoc among the people on the southside and they started distrusting each other in fear. Maybe I should leave this city but Mama's house and my coffee shop are here, I made a lot of memories here despite the chaos going on the other side. The funeral is near too so I can't leave just yet. Luckily for me and Lily, we have a close relationship with the bartender who works in a club on the west side. We get news from him since he hears a lot of people gossiping and spreading rumors or truths. It's true that the mafias exist but not on this side.

Here she jabbed a finger accusingly at poor Karina to emphasize her point and the unfortunate girl looked as if she wanted the earth to open up and swallow her. “I will not tolerate…” But she got no further. Ria picked up the skirts of her lovely gown and marched to her, putting her face in the other woman’s space as she said, gritting the words out, “My Mumma is the most powerful woman here, In this room, you had better respect her. She is the Mafia Queen, the Matriach; so I suggest that you shut up or…’ But the aunt was having none of it. The woman’s face was red as she shouted,