Mafia Mistress Novels & Stories

"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."

Whoever is running this simulation better install the update soon. Speaking of updates, technology has gotten so fast that we complain about a five-second buffering time as if it’s medieval torture. Imagine explaining that to someone from the 1800s: “Yes, I became very impatient because my invisible signal didn’t send my moving picture across the world instantly.” They’d probably throw their monocle into the ocean and walk away. Meanwhile, in 2025, we’re begging apps to load faster because our brains have adjusted to microwave-level speed for everything.

Alice winced. "I know. But......" Elsa stopped and breathed heavily. "Just don't tell him. Please" Alice nodded and urged her to go to bed. Like a baby Elsa nodded and went to bed. Alice stayed awake and tried to imagine the face she had seen in the car. She once dated a Mafia back in Texas. But when she got tired of the sick games she had to come back over here. She know what's it like to be a Mafia's woman. Even though she's no longer dating or in contact with her ex Mafia boyfriend, his enemies are still her enemies and that was why she learnt the way to protect herself before leaving Texas.

Adriana found her there, as always, her cousin’s eyes sharp with curiosity. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, “Adriana teased, though her voice softened when she saw Emily’s pale expression. “What happened?” Emily hesitated, then whispered, “They’ve arranged my marriage. To Antonio DeLuca’s son. ”Adriana froze. Then her lips parted in disbelief. “Jason DeLuca? The mafia heir?” Emily nodded, her throat tight. Adriana cursed under her breath. “Emily, you can’t. He’s not for you. You’re a princess—pure, radiant, the people’s symbol. Marrying him will drag your name into the mud”.

"Speaking of love, here's our girl." I followed his gaze to where a tall, dark-haired lady cut a path through a group of drunken men with more money than sense. Each one attempted to grab her, and each one ended up having a black eye they would explain to their wives and girlfriends when they returned home. Green eyes. Tailored clothing to accentuate her figure and wealth, and a cold expression that made even the frozen lands of Greenland quiver. Vanessa Romanov. Daughter of the biggest mafia lord in Russia. Known to bring down even the strongest of men in the states down to their knees.

He said that there is more toil. "What do you need from me?" Saint promised weakly. "We want your power! Your position! And your wealth. And Deus wants to know where the hell is the mafia heiress." Mafia Heiress? Savienna is the real mafia heiress. But I am still claiming it as me because that's what they thought too. "Okay, I got what I wanted. Now I need to erase you to keep your mouth shut." Because of what Saint said, I saw a strange fear that enveloped Gayle's entire being.

I could wash, I could clean, I could… But then, does he really need a mistress? I blinked my eyes slowly and rested them on him. He was as hot as usual. I didn't want to give it any thought, though. There were some minutes of silence. I savoured the moment to think. 'How can I be his mistress? What the hell?!' Well, I'd do anything, anything in my capacity, to keep mum alive. No matter the costs. I love her so dearly. She and dad are the only things I have and I cherish them with all my heart.

Three years after my husband, Lucien Vance, put me on a household spending card linked to his account, he hired Camilla Bennett to manage his money. From then on, every dollar I spent needed her approval. "Nine dollars for a cab? The bus costs one dollar." Denied. "An air conditioner for your mom? She's gone without one for decades. What's changed?" Denied. Lucien watched me fume and said, "Camilla knows what she's doing. She's helping us save money. You know I can't stand gold diggers." Then Lucien's mother, Nora Vance, landed in the ICU with severe pneumonia. She needed a ventilator, antibiotics, and continuous hemofiltration. The bill came to $30,000. Camilla denied it again. My hands s

Very reluctantly the Italian mafia was following in the footsteps of other enlightened organisations who saw the value in treating its female population the same as its male. Ricci knew his wife-to-be was a strong, fiercely independent woman with a healthy temper, she was a trained assassin, a sublime killer who took men by surprise at her creative ways to kill her opponents. She was tough, what she had gone through would have broken most women and a lot of men but it had made her stronger, she was a true Mafia Princess and she had earned the title.

Ophelia and I never got mad? Ofélia was the owner of the house and she was the one who coordinated everything and made sure that everything was impeccable, that the girls were presentable and that the house was running at full speed, this luxury club was another bet of La cosa nostra, the mafia that I commanded had several other investments spread across the country and that were used to launder money, Montenegro and the CIA was a clear example of this. __" you can give us privacy girls we'll call you later. After the women left us alone, I took another sip of whiskey, licking my lips, wiping away any remaining drops.