Mafia Ladies Romane & Geschichten

She staggered to her feet and pushed the strand of blonde hair covering her face, "Come with me" As we moved away, she said, "I heard your Mafia girlfriend escaped from the country already. Her flight was undetectable in the air. Well, I trust the Di Marco syndicate to use the best of their available resources to bring their Princess home" "I don't want to talk about it" I replied blatantly but that didn't stop her from continuing, "You don't blame me so I believe you understand my role was played well, I gave you the location but who would think such an underestimated woman would take over the Eastern gang and become the leader. It never occurred in even one of the possible outcomes I outli

Forget space travel—explain the Tupperware phenomenon! Speaking of space, let’s imagine aliens. Not the scary, slimy kind, but the kind that lands here, looks around, and says, “You people pay money to watch other humans eat food online? You invented planes but still argue about pineapple on pizza? And you call your leader a Prime Minister even though they’re rarely first at anything?” The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief.

Adriana found her there, as always, her cousin’s eyes sharp with curiosity. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, “Adriana teased, though her voice softened when she saw Emily’s pale expression. “What happened?” Emily hesitated, then whispered, “They’ve arranged my marriage. To Antonio DeLuca’s son. ”Adriana froze. Then her lips parted in disbelief. “Jason DeLuca? The mafia heir?” Emily nodded, her throat tight. Adriana cursed under her breath. “Emily, you can’t. He’s not for you. You’re a princess—pure, radiant, the people’s symbol. Marrying him will drag your name into the mud”.

Overwhelmed, that is the word I would use to describe what I felt the moment I got a better view of what the mansion looked like inside. High ceilings, marble floors polished to a mirror shine, chandeliers that looked like diamonds. Alessandro’s mansion screamed wealth. A butler approached us, he was older than the man who we had been trailing behind. His eyes flicked to Sophia and then settled on me. His brows furrowed, confusion flickering across his face. “Lilian,” he murmured. “Urm urmmm..” The tall guy interrupted, “Take the Giovanni sisters to the dining room.” He said and then left us with the butler.

"Please, enlighten me. Your father will kill me when he knows what? That his daughter spreads her legs easily for anyone? Let's not lie to each other. You and I both know I am not your first. Besides, now that we are talking about it, how many had a round with you before me today?" "I am a princess of..." she starts to rant before I place my hand on her lips. I let my fingers sink into her cheeks, and I hear her let out a small cry of pain. "Mafia princesses remain virgins for their husbands. They are jealously guarded and live like fucking recluses within the walls of their house. You do not hear them. They are discreet, elegant, submissive, and educated to satisfy the needs of the Family.

A strategic and business oriented persona, that was all I was. The man continued speaking. “In case no one had informed you, in the mafia, all a woman could ever be offered is a seat at the table and from where I stand, without power, that seat is just as useless as a mad man roaming the streets. A smart woman would make a move to chase power instead of a seat at the table but you wouldn’t know, you’re not so smart after all.” “Ghost!” I screamed, enraged.

But one thing I noticed was that she had a sad eyes. "Hi, I'm Grace." She said softly, stretching her hands forward. I stretched my hands and shook hers. She really had a petite figure. Her hands were tiny and soft. I couldn't help but wonder how she got into this world. "I'm Lateefa, welcome to the mafia world. I hope you enjoy your stay here or at least try to if you don't want to end up dead like Rose," The blonde and tallest one of the women said. "And be warned, this is the mafia underworld. Entirely different from the world you came from." She added.

A woman in the cell room snapped, glaring hatefully at Mia. Mia didn't listen to her snide comment nor did she think about it as she kept screaming for the man that made her take a fall for a crime she knew nothing about. “I can't believe that I got to see the ruthless Mafia queen of the underworld before I'm sentenced. Guess the heavens is a bit gracious to me for that,” another woman said, laughing loudly and showing off the gold teeth she had on. “Hey, Maria, is she truly the underworld Mafia Queen everyone has been searching for?" A woman beside her asked.

It is a monumental task, but I know my woman she will not stop until she stops them all together. They have enlisted the help of the Mafia Queen Cassandria DeAngelis. She was the first female Donna. She and her husband, Matteo DeAngelis, rule over every crime family in the criminal underworld. That includes not only the mafia but expands to the Triads and the Yakuza as well.

She hadn’t even thought of that yet, “I don’t know. You might want to ask Axel.” “Okay.” Rebecca mumbled. *You’re as light as a feather, acting tough doesn’t suit you.* For some reasons, those words echoed in her head again, she just couldn’t get it off. “Kira…” She suddenly called. “Yes.” “The ladies in the mafia world, how are they like? Do they get respected or looked down on because they are ladies?” She asked. Kira kissed her teeth. “In the mafia world, there is gender equality, all that matters is power. When you have enough power in the world, you’ll be respected.”