Mafia Mistress Novels & Stories

I had no one more closer to me than him, not even those fling wives. And surely not her. I wasn't capable of loving anyone, but hers was going to be different. I hate her already. She was my enemies daughter and was now going to be my personal pawn on the facade of my wife. It's time I started encroaching om all the mafias and getting what I want.

Mafia’s Maid Ashley froze on his lap as soon as she heard his demand. She was watching him without blinking her eyes as she didn’t believe the task he ordered her to do. Master Jeremy was holding a sinister smirk over his face watching her shocked expressions keenly. When she didn’t move even a bit after a few moments he bent down and sucked her nipple which was pulled out by him to wake her up from her trance.

She tried touching me but I backed away. She scoffed and got off the table, adjusting her dress. “Call me when you get back to your senses.” She stormed off after that. I ran my palm across my face. Valeria I entered my room and shut my door behind me as I stood there, my heart beating so hard I thought it would explode. I was still earlier about the way Massimo spoke to me and now this? He jerked me into this mafia family and now a mistress? So she is Penny? Really? Even if I'm not his wife, can't he show me some respect? Why would he bring his mistress here and fuck her under my nose?

Ivy whispered to Mia she nodded. “I am Emily Coke, the Asian drug baroness ,” a second woman replied. And it went on till all of them had finished and it was now Mia’s turn, an invisible bead of perspiration came over her when she realized she didn’t ask for the name of the real Mafia Queen. “I am fuck !” she muttered, softly.

"Yeah. I promised to show up today, remember?" The mayor nodded, "I understand Luca is unrelenting in finding this woman who I'm still trying to gather information about. She is not existing, there's nothing about her in the global database. I'm curious to know who she is and her connection with the underboss" Daniel replied to him, "I believe she is connected to the mafia, the lady took me down easily the last time and does not even fear a gun to her face. She is not a regular woman and I think she is not with Luca. He had to drug her the other time. I think the two are in conflict. I can keep an eye on him if you want "

A mistress holds no right to carry any royal blood in her womb, it was believed and considered as a crime and more as a dirty sin. Master Alejandro's and master Leonardo's biological mother, the lady of honour of that time took her own life hearing that very news, obviously not able to bear the pain of betrayal extreme as such... she slit her throat the same day. The mafia didn't accept the pregnant mistress obviously. Carrying the rage, the pregnant mistress made the court her shield, she demanded protection against the mafia which brought a lot of shame to Garcia’s in public. Winning the obvious custody of her child and right to give birth, the mistress decided never to let her daughter ge

I realized then that if I didn't clarify things today, I would forever be branded a mistress. "You say Harlan is your dad; is your mom named Doris Dewey?" Jennifer laughed arrogantly. "So, you're finally admitting to being the mistress?" "Let's call them both over and settle this once and for all. Then we'll know who the mistress is and who the disgraceful illegitimate daughter is!"

We got into the room and got settled… tier three, according to what I’ve heard, they stay for just two years and then get freed to the real world where you get to choose what you want, but you would still go by your real name and work with the mafia. Immediately we entered the room… ah, this bed is so soft, I’m gonna sleep my life away… “Huh… girl, watch what you wish for…” Tasi said with a straight face, but she was trying to hold back her smile… yeah, she always does that… and it’s already happened to me, I hardly smile and I don’t know how to cry… I tried doing that shit once when a guy almost broke my spinal cord on the stage. I screamed my lungs out and cursed, forcing those God‑damned

“Your empire. Denounce it and come work for me. I’ll make you my commander general. There can only be one mafia lord, and it will be me. No competition. Or I kill your sister.” “You must be joking,” I spat. “Say something else, or I pull the trigger.” “Luciano, please save me,” Isabella begged through the gag, tears streaming down her face. “He’s going to kill me!” “Shut up,” I snapped at her, though my heart twisted. “Let me think.” Santiago’s grin widened. “Option two: sign over sixty percent of everything you make from your drug sales. Simple.” “No. You must be out of your fucking mind, Santiago.”

"I've worked in this house for three months. I know everyone. The real daughter is elegant, refined. She wears designer clothes, not that cheap crap you have on." I looked down at my jeans and t-shirt. They were plain, but that meant nothing. "Call my father. You'll see." "Your father?" Her laugh was even harsher. "You little bitch, there's a limit to your bullshit. Do you know who the Boss is? The emperor of Chicago's underworld! You think his daughter would be a piece of trash like you?" She stepped closer, her eyes full of malice. "I'm warning you. Admit you're trespassing, or you'll pay for this lie. No one in Chicago gets away with impersonating a Moretti."