Mafia Mistress Word Novels & Stories

“YOU THINK I'M A FOOL, DON'T YOU?! BRINGING YOUR MISTRESS INTO OUR HOME AND PRETENDING SHE'S SOME IMPORTANT PERSONALITY?! DO I LOOK LIKE A FOOL TO YOU? I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU BUT IN THE END, YOU MEN ARE JUST DOGS!!!” Excuse me? Mistress?

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.

-Vera- I sat with the other mistresses, Lara and Agatha as I recounted the account of the previous night to them. “As it seems, the new mistress, or should have been Luna,” I expressed visibly, extending my hand and allowing a moment to sink in her titled description. The other ladies snickered at it and I continued satisfied. “Happens to be a weakling who is no match for the alpha. So he had to send for me when she passed out.”

I raise my voice slightly while he trembles. "It's a Mafia case! Your specialty." He snaps back earning a scrowl from me. "Even though..." I trail off running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. I can't even get some rest?! I needed a fucking vacation! "I'm sure you'd like this case. It involves the famous Mafia Queen." He pressed on and my ears perk up at the sentence. "You mean Arianna?" "Yes." Arianna Romano. The deadliest and the most terrifying woman in the whole of America. She's so mysterious no one has ever seen her face. Be it covering up with a veil or wearing a mask, she makes sure her identity is hidden whenever she's out killing people.

He darted his shitting gaze back to me and a goofy grin contorted his already contorted face. "She's a Mafia whore, right?" He asked with a hungry fucking look. My jaw clenched more, annoyance and irritation coursed through my veins all at once. What the fuck? A fucking mafia whore? In the fucking Cosa Nostra, a Mafia whore is a bitch hired and signed to a Mafia group. Who every man in that mafia could fuck whenever they want. Most Mafias had one, but apparently that is disgusting! I hate sharing. I don't fuck women who had been fucked by another man, even my personal whores were all fucking virgins when they were signed to me. I was always the first for every woman I fucked, I like my women

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.

Cassia proudly said. “Hello, dear! So you’re the one who organized everything. Nice to meet you, Sofia. I’m Larissa Quinto, Asher’s mother,” Larissa greeted warmly. “Sofia? You look familiar. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you work at a casino in Angeles?” Armando inquired. “Yes, sir,” Sofia replied tersely. The beautiful woman composed herself as she faced Armando Quinto, determined not to show any sign of nervousness. She refused to let him see her as weak in such a situation.

“Thank you, Elena. I’ll let him know.” As she hung up the phone, Madam Elena leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her face. “Damian Wolfe,” she murmured to herself. “Always needing the best.” She stood up, clapping her hands. “Girls!” she called out, her voice echoing through the luxurious halls of her brothel. “Get ready. We’ve got a special request tonight, and it’s from someone very important.” Meanwhile, in the mansion, Lina sat in front of her mirror, brushing her hair slowly as she looked at her reflection. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she thought about the plan she was about to set in motion.

> *Has Luna Been Moretti’s Whore All Along? > > *From Chart‑Topper to Mafia Mistress: The Fall of Luna Valentine* The words blur on the screen. “Mistress,” I whisper. “Whore. Toy.” My throat feels like it’s closing. Mia’s voice softens. “It’s trash,” she says. “None of it’s real.” “It’s real enough for them,” I say. “Real enough for sponsors. Labels. Fans. My whole brand is sad‑girl‑sings‑about‑bad‑choices, not actual mafia collateral.”

She headed out the dark and Cecilia could see her face, her face was very beautiful as her nose was slightly pointed and she had round juicy lips covered with a black lipstick. Her one eyes was covered with a black mask which added to her strong mysterious look. Cecilia could not take her eyes off the woman who could be passed for a mafia model. "My name is Martha Stewart, the strongest female don of the viper's empire" she said without looking up and Cecilia was tensed. A Mafia lord!!! Her brain was screaming and her heart was raising. "Calm down baby girl, I am just a human being like you" she said with a smile but it was way scarier than her cold straight face. Cecilia felt chills all ove