Novel & Cerita Mafia Mistress

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

The catch was that she was the liaison and the oldest lady of pleasure, the professional who was the first to come in the big immigration, anyway, simply, she was the owner of the massage parlours Everyone who came wanted the opportunity to have it, even if desiring it in secret was not forbidden or at least did not come to the knowledge of the brute. Being that it called and activated the desires, in which they were all manipulated, in which it meant that each one of them, could obey her, skin her as many times as necessary and she wanted, especially after the games, when she put on nothing but a shoe, didn't cover anything, anyway. Thankfully, she was the leader of the local mafia of Vasil

I asked, putting a muzzle on my words as I studied her facial expression for some moment. "What did the orphanage home administrator tell you?" My gaze lingered on her. I tried to read through her facial expression. Her expression was one mixed with doubts and curiosity. She was nervous. It was obvious. From the very day my men captured and brought her to me, I knew she was Amelia Miller with an hidden mafia name — "La Lupa Vincenzo". The scenes from that night replayed in my head. It was nothing but a blood shedding night. I was just twenty years old then but I was so damn devoted to my duty as the upcoming mafia King to rule in stead of my father.

I scoff and shake my head in disbelief. I don’t know why he keeps thinking I would be interested in his blood money. I have made it clear to him that I am not interested. I am burning with anger but I keep reminding myself that this is Alessandro Romano, the Alessandro Romano, and if I dare say one wrong thing, it might be the last word I ever utter. I need to get myself out of this proposal without provoking him. I knew that getting caught up with the mafia had its consequences, but never did I think being asked to be a mistress to some ruthless mafia boss would be one of them. I should have never flirted with him at that masquerade ball because what the hell did I just do to myself?

{Abebi} I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as I stood before the assembled mafia Dons. The weight of their expectations and the responsibility that now rested upon my shoulders became palpable. Tommy's words reverberated in my ears as he emphasized the importance of protecting my business ventures and the need for consent before anyone dared to cross those boundaries. It was a powerful statement, setting the tone for my reign as the Mistress of Death and asserting my authority over the criminal underworld.

“A woman. She escaped from me, and I want to desperately find her because she is carrying my baby. No man wants to see his woman go and leave. Especially not an heir.” “Heir?” “Yes, heir. She is my wife, and I am the Pakhan of the Bratva. That’s the Russian mafia in case you didn’t know.” I said. “I plan to sever the heads of everyone who thought they could take her. Her name is Livia Rossi Novikov. Do you know her?” She tensed, and her eyes went wide. She looked around nervously like she was trying to find an exit. “I don’t know anyone here by that name,” she lied.

He was going to pay for being a pussy. I stood up again and called for Jade. Yes. Jade was a part of my mafia which was a good thing. She could seduce the men, distract them, or do whatever with them, to get information and it always eased our attacks. "Let's go." I said as I started walking out of my armory. She rolled her eyes, hissed and followed behind.

Only the worn-out curtains and the 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.

My husband Christian Messina's assistant has been blowing through my money like it's water. At the underground auction, she laughed in my face and called me a useless trophy wife. So I cut her access. She got humiliated at checkout, and the club's security locked her up for a full day and night. When Christian found out, he froze my card on my birthday. Told me I'd better figure out how to pay, or I'd be stripping down and crawling out on all fours in front of every mob higher-up in New York. What he doesn't know? I'm the heiress to the biggest mafia empire in the country. The Moretti name? That's mine. And everything he has right now—every turf, every dollar, every scrap of power? I put it

Mikhail rose, his posture immaculate, eyes sweeping over the congregation. Thunderous applause erupted, filling the hall with a deafening roar. Mikhail’s expression remained stoic, but a flicker of pride crossed his features. He turned to face the crowd, voice echoing and commanding every corner of the hall. "It is now official. I, Mikhail Morozov, am the Pakhan of the Bratva's empire, and my beautiful wife beside me is my Pakhanesa, the first ever Bratva female leader in our history." The crowd’s applause swelled again, louder this time, almost like the walls themselves were cheering. Donatella smiled, radiant in a crimson gown that flowed like liquid fire, her hair styled perfectly — regal