Mafia Ladies Novels & Stories

She was not able to stand there"even for a second.She could hear the thumping sound and Lisa screaming and moaning.Olivia either wanted to kill John and this girl Lisa or just herself . She knew she won't be able to live on knowing that John chose some body else over her.She took her steps back slowly and drove away from the dreaded house. The Wild Rover Pub . It was the most famous club in the town and it was very hard to get in there.Sara's friend's friend used some connections and got the girls in there.It was a perfect place to celebrate the girl's night out they planned .

The woman slapped her across her face a few times, then climbed off of her. Madam Bardi walked over, saying, “You had nothing before you came here and yet you think you can do as you please. Did you really think I would leave you alone to play a happy family with those children and my son?” “You went as far as killing the daughter of the German Mafia with no regard to how it would affect us and nor did you care for the consequences. Dante let you go the first time, but not this time little lady. You have forgotten your place.”

Even dad. I only know one thing. Her death was cused by a Mafia organization. I hate them so much. They ruined my life and childhood. ----- When I got home, my witch sisters laugh at me. "Good thing, you're already leaving the house," Tifanie greeted me while raising her left eyebrow. "Yeah sister, I'm glad we won't see her face again," Xianna said. These two! They are my sisters who are worthless and do nothing but make fun of me and bully me. My blood boils when I see them, I want to kill them, but they are still my blood relatives. So, i can't do that. It will make my late mother sad.

Alex smiled again, “Get my wife another card. Clearly she’s maxed the first one out.” Jillian Bedlam, Ramona Gianni and Emilia Cortez. The three wives of the prominent mafia bosses, with the exception of Cortez who wasn’t part of the union all sipped on their jasmine tea. Elegance, poise and grace clearly shown in these three women as they waited patiently for the latest addition to their clique. “She’s late.” Jillian commented bitterly with a scowl on her face, “Who does she think she is?” “Patience Jill.” Emilia chuckled softly as she bit into one of the crumpets on her saucer, “I’m pretty sure it’s traffic. You know these younglings and their incompetence when it comes to being punctual,

“You don’t want the answer.” “Don’t tell me what I want.” I poured her a glass of water and set it on the desk between us. “The Mafia isn’t a charity, Lucia. It’s a war zone dressed up in Italian suits. Women die here just like men do. Sometimes faster.” “So they were all just… collateral?” I looked her dead in the eye. “Yes.” Her lips parted, disbelief written all over her face.

Ophelia and I never got mad? Ofélia was the owner of the house and she was the one who coordinated everything and made sure that everything was impeccable, that the girls were presentable and that the house was running at full speed, this luxury club was another bet of La cosa nostra, the mafia that I commanded had several other investments spread across the country and that were used to launder money, Montenegro and the CIA was a clear example of this. __" you can give us privacy girls we'll call you later. After the women left us alone, I took another sip of whiskey, licking my lips, wiping away any remaining drops.

I asked, my voice icy. Mikel shrugged, as though he were simply stating facts. “You know how it is, Octavia. In the mafia, women don’t usually involve themselves in these kinds of affairs. They get married and help to secure alliances and repay debts and leave the politics to the men. It’s safer that way. Easier, even.” What the actual fuck!

“She seems different than she was back in Kansas City.” “Different how?” “You know how we said Jasmine seemed different, like she was no longer a stray?” “Mia’s never been a stray,” Noemi said. “She was the daughter of the capo…before Dario.” “I don’t know how to explain it. And she showed me the program she wants me to work with at the apartments. As she was explaining it, she would go off on stories about the different women.” “The whores?” I pressed my lips together. “Mia sounds like she knows them and even respects them. I think I could have been wrong—no, I’m sure I was wrong that the women were trafficked. According to Mia, besides their job—”

Very reluctantly the Italian mafia was following in the footsteps of other enlightened organisations who saw the value in treating its female population the same as its male. Ricci knew his wife-to-be was a strong, fiercely independent woman with a healthy temper, she was a trained assassin, a sublime killer who took men by surprise at her creative ways to kill her opponents. She was tough, what she had gone through would have broken most women and a lot of men but it had made her stronger, she was a true Mafia Princess and she had earned the title.

I feel my blood run cold on mention of mafia, the name makes me cringe in fear I've watched movies yeah, but partaking in it is a big no for me, that happenings if these last few days makes me realize how dangerous the world can be, "How about you?," She walks away from her shower to mine face few metres away , I can feel her breath fanning against my skin, My heart thuds hard against my chest I know this feeling it's lust, turning my face away from her to my side I feel her nipples poke me by my side , "Just few things grew in an orphanage, went to a public highschool and all, I got a house for myself downtown, couple shifts as a stripper" "You had all the fun"