Mafia Ladies Novels & Stories

“It’s the Mafia’s underground club. Very hard to leave this place.” “Wait… this place is underground?” I asked, feeling out of depth when the girl nodded. “And what do you mean, very hard to leave?” “Well, take a look around you,” Maria gestured to all the girls around - some milling about and changing clothes for their own performances. “Most of us have a debt to the Mafia or one of its allied mobs to pay. Either that or some like Kristie,” I pointed out a girl whose voice was loud as I talked to another, more petite girl. “Were on the run from the police for being sex workers or otherwise. And this life is only offered to those with no hope of returning back to a normal life.”

"Anita, my dear, you've caught us off guard. We're willing to hear what you have to say. But let's not forget who holds the upper hand here." Anita maintained her composure, her eyes glinting with determination. "Oh, I'm well aware of the power dynamics” Anita said, “Who Is this woman beside you?“ one of the lords asked, “She is my associates that operates underground” Anita retorted, “yeah, but something seems suspicious about her” Another mafia said, “Anita smiled, “relax, she's one of us” Anita said, “Alright, let's give you benefits of doubt, but….“ he said,

I nod curtly and we leave. The party is already packed with elegantly dressed people, their appearances scream wealth and power. It's a mafia ball meaning everyone here is from a crime family. The most dangerous place to be if you ask me. I spot Carl conversing with his fellow businessmen and of course, he brought a date. Today a brunette hangs on his arm and she's smiling like she just won a trophy. He probably is done with the one from yesterday. Carlos fucking Moreno. Who can blame him though, the man is beyond attractive and he's using that to his advantage.

For the first time in her life, she feels pity for herself because not a single person in that room tried to comfort her like what they’re doing to Mirabella. “Leave kid, before everyone dies here because of you,” Eduardo utters while looking at Mariella darkly. They are blaming her for the sin she doesn’t even commit. It’s a gloomy afternoon, gray clouds covering the sky, it seems the rain may fall at any moment. Everyone is wearing their funeral attire, sobs and cries are heard everywhere in that private cemetery. Mariella’s crying while watching them from afar. She cannot show herself in public, especially to the family of Mafias who are attending.

He asked again yanking her in front of him harshly as she slowly looked up at him. "I wasn't.. Trying to do anything.. They weren't leaving me alone.” She tried explaining but Zeke glared at her. "These people are not normal human Danica. Everyone in here is a mafia or belongs to a mafia family. You must not mess with anyone here, do you understand me?" He looked at her furiously making her to give him a nod as he walked away with her following him behind.

I wanted to stop both of them, but Sofia stopped me instead. "So, she's your girl?" Sofia asked. I looked at her repeatedly, wondering what I needed to tell her. I didn't want to answer her questions, but Sofia would prod it out of me. It wasn't as if I wanted to deny Lilith this instant, Sofia could pose a danger to her. Sofia Moretti, also known as the siren, was a former Mafia princess. She had inherited La notte after her father's downfall and had made Marco in charge for reasons best known to her.

"That's the hole you might mean. And I didn't know it was on the Phoenix turf." "You are a member of Phoenix..." "No, I just work there." Since this was Kaylin's third time interrupting her, Fanny decided to let her speak, allowing her to tell her story without any interruption from her. "Working in the territory of a mafia family doesn't automatically make you one of them. Many people who work in those territories don't even know they exist. The owners know, of course. , but most are just ordinary people trying to make a living. I didn't know anything until almost four years later." Kaylin continued, shifting her gaze to the main bar area, where she saw a waiter wiping some glasses.

"Let's see if our little mafia is growing alright, okay?'' I whispered, and she gave me a single nod before burying her head in the crook of my arm, hiding from the rest of the world. My free hand sunk into her curls, and I massaged her scalp gently while flashing a signal to Leigh. She nodded with understanding and jumped to work. Her movements were stealthy, but so so so damn swift. It was the way they were silent, yet firm and strong enough to break everything. She may not wear tattoos like her husband's, but everything about her told you all the things about her. Even if you didn't hear stories of her bombing air crafts full of civilians, you knew. Leigh-Ari Cattanio - alderman was a blo

Even her action played vital role in molding Leonardo into ruthless. Mr. Mateo's daughter, Mia was strikingly gorgeous , possessing a height of 5.8 with thickness and curves at the right places. Her beauty was the talk among the business circle. She was desirable and a perfect match for the mafia boss. This alliance was made to strengthen the power between the two clans. Leonardo has no issue with it. In fact he had met Mia few times. She was classy , elegant and even aware about Leonardo’s lifestyle and she has no problem. After all in mafia bloodbath and womanizing were like a part of their life. Some even continues after marriage.

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.