Mafia Mistress Novels & Stories

Chiara asked once she had sat beside her. “Anna,” she corrected for the umpteenth time. “When we are together alone, it’s Anna.” “I’m sorry, Anna,” Chiara quickly apologized. Truthfully, she could never get used to calling her mistress by her maiden name, not one who held such a high status in their mafia empire while she was just a lowly maid. But Chiara didn’t want her frowning at her again, so she had to address her just like she wanted.

Sandro commented while his eyes gleamed when he imagined himself bathing in Viso's pathetic blood. "Not your creativity but mine, Sandro. He insulted me, Gina Moretti. I should be the one showing him how creative I am, don't you think, brother?" Gina said with a crooked smirk on her lips. Gina was not an innocent girl, on the contrary, she was the perfect example of a mafia princess.

Everyone and thier wife knew how her Masters had been before she came into their lives; men who shared a kept woman for a few months, then sent their shared mistress on her way, after paying her handsomely, only to move on to the next. Bianca had been at a desperate low in her life when she, a virgin, had agreed to exchange her body in return for the Mafia brothers helping her to work her way out of the massive debts her father had unknowingly plunged his family into, before he died. The Masters had kept their word, and more. They had paid off her debts, bought back her house and returned it to her; they had taken care of the education of her half-sisters, sent Heather, her stepmother, to a

I smirked, got out and rounded the car to open her door for her, my hand extended, ready to take her’s. She slapped it away and scrambled out. Her hands fisted her dress as her eyes fell on the people standing on the porch, ready to welcome her. I guided her slowly towards them, my hand on her waist. And surprisingly, she didn't fight it. “Everyone, I present before you my bride, Jade De Santo. She would be your new mistress, the Mafia Queen. I expect you all to accord her the same respect you give me. It would be better if I pull out your heart from your chest than for you to disrespect her. Is that understood?" I asked calmly, like I didn't just spew out threats.

“Who's Xander? I heard a soft voice of a Lady saying stepping out of the big old building she was putting on a red chiffon long sexy gown and a red silhouette and red lipstick to match, her silky long soft hair was red as well. When her face came into view, I couldn't believe my eyes, Rachel gasps as soon as she saw who I saw “Mira??? Mark called in a shocked tone, he was as confused as I am. "Yes" Mira answered looking directly at me with dark green eyes. “What's all this? Are you out of your fucking mind? I yelled. “Oh dear Austin, the great mafia lord is now under my finger… Mira laughed sarcastically. “Where is Olivia, I swear to God, if you hurt a hair on her head, I'm going to kill you

They’d bathed him in stale blood. He'd heard tales about the Mistress for years and he never believed them. The mere thought of a woman leading a Mafia faction was laughable at best and could lead to beheading an entire bloodline at worst but no one dared to investigate as everyone knew the Mistress was under Guerrero's protection. Besides, no one has ever seen her but every mafioso from Italy had a crazy story to tell about her treacherous deeds. Once, it was rumored that the Mistress made the then governor of Tuscany destroy a bill on closing the shipping ports and cargo airports for investigation as cartel wars were breaking out all over the state.

"For you, I let the world believe I was dead." "To be with you, I gave up my identity, my status, everything." Her voice started to tremble. "I thought that would be enough to earn your love." My eyes widened. I finally understood everything. No wonder she was always so mysterious. No wonder she was so capable. No wonder she could do so much for me. She was the Rossi princess. The princess of the oldest, most powerful mafia family in Chicago. "Aurelia..." I reached out a trembling hand. "I didn't know... I never knew..."

Dad roared, his finger trembling as he wagged it at me. Supporting his bleeding arm, the ashen-faced Leon snarled, "You ungrateful bitch! Do you think Lorenzo would be better than me? He's a twisted freak because he can't even get it up! You're no longer qualified to be my mistress now. You're only worthy of being a sex slave!" "A sex slave?" I repeated in disbelief. "What the hell is wrong with you?" In the mafia world, a sex slave was 100 times less respectable than a mistress. A mistress could at least choose to walk away from that kind of life. However, a sex slave was treated like property and enslaved for life. Even her children would live as slaves.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Alyssa said as she tried her courage to look him in the eyes but she couldn't so she just spoke without looking at him. "What a gut, You seriously don't know who you are messing with baby doll, I guess have told you before and am going to tell you again, I AM A MAFIA, And not just any Mafia am one of the most respected mafia in my empire so you are better do well to respect me else…!" Alex said to Alyssa in a tune that made her know that he was passed but she couldn't care less. Alyssa knew that if she showed how scared she was of Alex he wouldn't want to go on with the deal with her again or he might even think she was just as weak as every other lady who was into him.