Novel & Cerita Mafia Mistress

, flashing through my mind. “The Mistress wanted me to convey something important to all three of you before the ceremony…”, he trails off and we all stiffen, “she has decided it’s time for her to remove the mask. There is no longer a need for it as legally she has full control of our clan, and she is now the uncontested Mafia Queen in Spain backed by Mr. Morelli himself.” He sounds so proud of her, swear he is awe of her maybe even in love with her, my mind having all these crazy thoughts, I push it aside to process what his just said. I look at my uncle and Rodrigo and see the shocked expression on both their faces, glad I’m not the only one caught off guard here.

Only the worn out curtains and dirty floor would be left in their small apartment. Earlier that week, she had gone to Mikhail Mazza for help. Although he was known as the Country's most handsome bachelor and conglomerate. He was also known as the Mafia Kingpin. She couldn't let her mother die. The woman had suffered a lot and if she could at least do what he wanted.. she'd make that change. But she was not ready to give her virginity to a man-whore. Mikhail Mazza was feared in the whole city. He was the Country's most dangerous and whoring bachelor.

“Thank you, Elena. I’ll let him know.” As she hung up the phone, Madam Elena leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her face. “Damian Wolfe,” she murmured to herself. “Always needing the best.” She stood up, clapping her hands. “Girls!” she called out, her voice echoing through the luxurious halls of her brothel. “Get ready. We’ve got a special request tonight, and it’s from someone very important.” Meanwhile, in the mansion, Lina sat in front of her mirror, brushing her hair slowly as she looked at her reflection. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she thought about the plan she was about to set in motion.

“Good thing I never ran into Mbak Sasi.” “Who’s that?” Nadine asked, confused. “The one who offers extra services to customers.” “What kind of services?” Nadine asked innocently. “Escort services.” Nadine froze. “So… that kind of thing exists there too?” Clara let out a short laugh. “Nadine, everything exists there. There’s even a private section for exclusive guests.” “What kind of exclusive guests?” “Those with a lot of money. Those who pay high for special services.”

"Hand over the title of Mafia King." The room became still. "Recognize me as the ruler of the underworld." "And I'll give you something far more valuable than those shipments." Luca frowned slightly. "What exactly do you think you have that I'd want?" A smug laugh came through the receiver. "Isabella Lombardi." Luca remained silent. Don Rossi continued confidently. "Yes... I have her." "She's alive." "She's under my protection." "If you surrender your position..." "I'll hand her over." Another pause followed.

She picked up the memorial photo from the floor, feigning confusion. "What's this picture?" she mumbled. Then, she shrieked, deliberately dropping Claire's photo on the ground as if it were cursed. "Martin, Stella is... Isn't this going too far? Mrs. Hughes Senior is alive and well, but she actually..." Martin violently tore the photo to shreds and threw the pieces in my face. The fragments cut my cheeks and sliced through my already shattered heart. I dropped to my knees, frantically picking up the pieces and trying to put them back together. The glass shards pierced my palms and shins, but nothing hurt as much as seeing Claire's final photo destroyed.

Drake said as he pulled up a few blocks away from the event center. “Okay. I got this.” We waited for a few minutes before a limousine was pulling up behind us. “They succeeded.” We got out of the car, walking towards the Limousine. The door to the Limousine opened and Zypher, Slade, Cruz, Jacob and Andrea stepped out. “We were successful. Madame Georgia has been taken care of,” Andrea said. Madame Georgia was the woman that was supposed to attend the auction, but I was going to be going in her place. She owned a popular whorehouse, and she came to auctions like this to buy girls.

Cassia proudly said. “Hello, dear! So you’re the one who organized everything. Nice to meet you, Sofia. I’m Larissa Quinto, Asher’s mother,” Larissa greeted warmly. “Sofia? You look familiar. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you work at a casino in Angeles?” Armando inquired. “Yes, sir,” Sofia replied tersely. The beautiful woman composed herself as she faced Armando Quinto, determined not to show any sign of nervousness. She refused to let him see her as weak in such a situation.

I managed to smile, not wanting to come off as rude, even though her greeting had been somewhat sarcastic. “You must be Clarissa?” the older woman inquired, her voice exuding authority. I realized she was the matriarch of the Mexican mafia, ruling without a male counterpart. She was highly feared in the mafia world and had played a significant role in helping Dominic reclaim the Italian mafia. I smiled at her, maintaining a calm demeanor despite the unease that coursed through me. “Yes, I’m Clarissa,” I responded, my voice unwavering. I noticed a fleeting emotion in her eyes—something I couldn't quite identify. It appeared and vanished before I could fully comprehend it.