Mafia Ladies Novels & Stories

Names are written on the table to demarcate each mafia from another. The whole place was very crowded, members are seen smoking, drinking and talking at the top of their voices with old-time friends. Conversations were loud, with curse words and threats. Whores and bitches were seen shaking their cheap ass around. Finding potential customers to grace their bed tonight. Just then, everyone except me shouted in excitement when Sibia climbed the stage, her big hips swaying, and her heels clicking against the floor. Every male gender has a lust for her. Sibia is a stripper who doesn’t fuck around with anyone. One faithful night at a club in Italy, I happened to run into her. We drank, and she ha

The badass bîtch young woman yelled. Valerie stared at the young woman who looked just like her age and inwardly rolled her eyes at her then slowly stood up. She was about to leave the room when the young woman began talking again. "I asked you a question oh wait" The badass lady narrowed her eyes at Valerie. "You're the newest slave if I'm not wrong. You are the one whose brother dared to steal from our capo m de la mafia (meaning mafia boss in Mexico). I guess it's a family type of thing because now you're making out with the underboss after sleeping with the mob boss" she rolled her eyes and shook her head.

I have always believed in letting the opposition speak up. "And the pact safeguards the innocent women in underworld now, but earlier," she chuckled, "women were the only way of having revenge, making amends and what not. We weren't even treated as humans, we were mere pawns. The status of Mafia Wife, Daughter or Sister didn't mean something to be proud of back then, it meant, something to be extremely scared of. So all this you're doing. It's nothing for me." Her words sounded something that was true, but yet, she didn't make any sense.

“I'm informing you. Luca and I—we're political. Strategic. We don't do love. We do power. And you? You're a memory. A liability.” Amara stepped closer. “You know what I hate about women like you?” Bianca blinked. “Enlighten me.” “You think money makes you dangerous.” She leaned in, voice quiet, sharp. I was surviving cartels and corrupted kings in Juarez when you were still sipping champagne in Milan. So if you are going to come into my space and play mafia princess, at least bring teeth.” Bianca's expression faltered for half a second—just enough. Then she smiled again. “Enjoy your little reunion. It won't last.”

Although she probably won’t be able to know if I didn’t tell her. I can see she was surprised by the shocked expression on her face. She’s probably wondering how on earth I was able to fall into the hands of the mafia. It was already dangerous enough that I was my father’s daughter, now I’m also a mafia princess as well. Even if we are able to solve this problem now, more problems will arise in the future. But the future is so far away and we have to focus on the now. And right now, I only have Nikolai.

Jade was very shocked when she told her all about Madame Dalloz, but when she got to telling her about Steffan, she looked normal. When she noticed Racheal was frowning at her, she shrugged. “I thought you knew. It is not a secret among the upper class,” She said. “How would I know and remain with him?” “Some women like those sorts of things, dark-hearted men. Being a mob wife is a fantasy of some women.” Racheal stared at her, speechless. "Why would I fantasize about loving a murderer? He killed someone in cold blood just now. How can I love a mafia?”

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Nothing in your rule book says I must stay with a man who abuses me. It was true, that the Mafia rule book barely mentioned women, it was written at a time when women had to do as their men told them, They were mere chattels to be bought and sold as the men saw fit, in some ways many of the Mafia Dons still treated women in t has way. Women were seen as collateral, the spoils of war to be used as the Don saw fit, or to be bartered in marriage for closer ties with friends and enemies. Very few women escaped and to do what Tash had done was unheard of but technically she had not broken any of their laws.

Tasi scoffed and tapped my shoulders, “ Natalya chill for once, we just got here so let's enjoy the stuff…” I shook my head, “ We can't enjoy shit anywhere we go, this is the Mafia's were talking about, if they ever do something nice for us, it initially means what we are offering back must be huge too” Tasi raised a brow at me, “ So you're saying that they are bribing us or what ?” She spat the words out to show that she was slightly irritated with my thinking but I have to draw her back to reality. “This is the people that offered us only Porridge even after a tough training and you think, they'd offer us comfort and not take out soul's with it ?”.

"I remember when I first told Sebastian that I was pregnant. He was ready to kill my boyfriend. He literally held a gun to his head. Somehow, I managed to convince him that my baby will need his father." "That's crazy," I commented. She nodded her head, agreeing. "How come you live here and he lives in the US?" "I was born and raised there until I turned 10. You know what men in the mafia are like especially with girls. My mom didn't want that to happen to me so I live here. No one knows about me." Men in the mafia treat women like objects. As soon as a girl has come of age, she needs protecting. Offers for marriage will come like a ton of bricks. Some people will even go as far as kidnappin