Mafia Mistress Novels & Stories

I question as I slip the pulse ox off her finger. “I’m here to speak with you Miss. Violetta. I come in peace and with a message from Misha Romanov.” Helen informs me. My blood runs cold for a moment at her words before as I let them settle over me. Misha Romanov is the head of the Russian mafia. I think they call themselves Bratva. I don’t know all the various terms tossed about as most in the underworld say mafia or mob and don’t do the specific names. “Oh, is that so?” I raise an eyebrow at her.

"We will, daughter. We won't rest until Alessandro is safe, and Domenico pays for what he has done." Georgia closed her eyes, clenching her fists. She knew the road ahead would be difficult, but considering the circumstances, she had nothing left to do but trust the man. After all, her father was also an intelligent mafia leader, perhaps not in an organization as large as Templo Negro, but certainly in one large enough for her to put her full trust in him.

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.

But there’s no time. “What do we know about the niece?” I ask as we climb into the car. “Not much. She’s eighteen, a senior in high school. Red hair, blue eyes.” “Anything else?” “Straight A’s. Doesn’t date.” “Doesn’t date?” I raise a brow. “Yup. No boyfriend. No drama.” What teenage girl in America doesn’t date? Weird. But she’s a mafia princess, so maybe not that weird. We arrive at Sal’s house around 3 p.m.

He added. While listening to Nicholas, I could feel his excitement for the fulfillment of all the plans we prepared. But, I was suddenly surprised by what he said regarding the training. So, I still have to undergo training to be a perfect result of what he planned for. I thought as soon as I finished this operation, I will instantly go and do what was written on the agreement. Yet, I understand that I still need to be trained. The last time I became a mistress was just an instant situation. It was not planned, and I just fell for the promises of William that time. Those times came from my feelings for him. I got blinded and was too good to be a villain. Now, I have to be like one since I wo

That day changed her from the sweet and lovable girl she was to the girl am living with Well everybody deserted her but not me She's more than my boss she's my daughter And I'll do everything within my power to keep her safe and maybe help her find love But the only thing bothering is why would my mistress buy a male slave? We have so many maids in the mansion so what's the need to buy a male slave? It's kinda weird ! I exhaled deeply and covered my self with the duvet and drafted off to sleep Next morning..... I walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for my mistress,miss Tina and apparently the new slave

I stare at the crumbled statue in shock. All this time Paul accused Marco as the rat and it was him. Something told me there was something off about that guy. I reach for my phone to call Marco to gather only the best men, and do as the God Father asked.Only I'm interrupted by some unexpected visitors. Bianca comes into the room with her head lowered and Marco comes trailing in behind her. She doesn't even look at me,instead she goes straight for Mama and hugs her for dear life.

Monica’s cheeks were streaked with bright red marks, blood stained the corner of her mouth, and her carefully coordinated dress had been torn to shreds. “What are you standing there for? Pull her away, now!” Joseph shouted, jolting the surrounding security guards into action. Marcy was quickly restrained. When our eyes briefly met, I gave her a slight nod. That was enough. Hit too lightly, and it wouldn’t satisfy my sense of justice. Hit too hard, and it would escalate to the authorities, which I wanted to avoid. Monica’s reputation was utterly ruined. The title of “mistress” would forever cling to her name.

(Warning; Mention of violence and rape) Kay. "No, you are lying you fucking idiot" I shout in frustration punching him in the face before going for the gun on the table. This idiot is playing games with me and I will make sure he pays for that. "Believe it or not, he is the heir to the Russian mafia. The one Carlos killed was Victor's illegitimate son he had with his mistress" he says spitting out blood from his busted lip. No.

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