Mafia Mistress Word Novels & Stories

“Instead of threatening me Arsenio, did you find out information about that woman??? Because she isn't what she seems at all…. She's very sneaky and especially calculative and she moves like the wind….she doesn't show her face to anyone unless she wants to be seen!!” “What kind of bitch is that???!!!” I yelled. “From what I heard, she is either going out with someone in the Mafia or she is in the Mafia herself but either way, she is a very dangerous woman.” “Find that bitch for me and do it as soon as possible!!!!!” “It seems like you didn't understand or comprehend a word I just said…that bitch is dangerous and I would not want to associate myself with anything that has to do with her!!! Sh

The air was thick with power, deadly tension, and affluence. The mafia wives, all beautiful and sophisticated women clung to their husbands while some scattered around in gatherings of three. “Is that her?” A woman in a heavy diamond dress mouthed behind in a whisper, face twisted in scorn. “You mean the Don’s mistress?” another sultry voice sniggered. Whispers began erupting as all heads gradually turned —awe, contempt, and neutral glares fixated on her.

"I'll have Daniele take you in as his official mistress. Comare. Do you know what that word means?" Sofia went pale in an instant. In a mafia family, a comare was an official mistress, ranked just below the wife. It also meant being locked into that role for life, with no way out. "No, I don't want that!" Sofia tried to run, but the guards at the door blocked her. Just then, Daniele's voice cracked from behind me. "Regina! What are you doing?" He strode over, and when he saw Sofia kneeling on the ground, his expression twisted. "Let her go! Sofia is my woman. You have no right to touch her!"

I question as I slip the pulse ox off her finger. “I’m here to speak with you Miss. Violetta. I come in peace and with a message from Misha Romanov.” Helen informs me. My blood runs cold for a moment at her words before as I let them settle over me. Misha Romanov is the head of the Russian mafia. I think they call themselves Bratva. I don’t know all the various terms tossed about as most in the underworld say mafia or mob and don’t do the specific names. “Oh, is that so?” I raise an eyebrow at her.

She sputtered a little, but did not gasp. “I want you alert for this next part.” He handed the bucket back to the sub. “Mistress Lameka, if you don't mind.” Yvonne began to tremble as she heard the woman laugh lightly and step forward. She'd seen Mistress Lameka in action a few times. The subs called her Mozart, because her fingers had the ability to transport people to other realms of pleasure. She was one of the many doms and subs that had attended this Bacchanalian country getaway organized by a friend of Patrick. “Easy love,” Patrick said, stroking her damp hair. “You know your safe word. Say it and all this is over.”

she admitted shyly. He glanced at her again. He nodded, "Good luck." She smiled and nodded in return, "Thank you, sir." He turned away, and her gaze followed him. When the room door finally closed, she stood up to attend to her responsibilities. She surpassed someone living two or more lives – a good, responsible, and righteous eldest child, working as a waitress in the morning or at night, but her dark side hidden under the persona of a mistress to the billionaire Deluxe Montesalvo.

I wish I could hit something to this Romeo man’s balls! “Bring her to me, Alpha Romeo!” Now my Alpha aura was rolling off my body, making him and his mistress to step back a little, “Let’s hear it from her mouth. If she is not interested in dancing with me then I will dance with your mistress.” He flinched a little. They both did not like it whenever I called her, his mistress. But that’s what she was. A fu*cking mistress! Nodding his head he turned and signaled one of the Omega waiters. He whispered something in his ear and then closed his eyes to mind link someone.

“My world, she is Phoenix, right? The woman next to her is to be an international model.” “I can’t believe it's real. Phoenix. I want to take photos with her.” Everyone picked up their cellphones and started to take pictures. I frowned. Today’s matter was unexpected to me. I couldn’t let Adriana carry the name of mistress, and I couldn’t be the one to protect the mistress as Gloria said. I coldly looked at Gloria. “Who are you talking about? Tell me what it means to be a mistress?” “She is the mistress. She coveted someone else's fiancé.” Gloria appointed at Adriana.

A mistress is trying to stand up for another mistress. "I've never said that I'm an honorable person, and please don't pretend like you're noble in front of me. I've seen enough disgusting things, but I've never seen a mistress who was kept in the dark standing up for someone else. Ms. Pearson, you've impressed me, but you have to know your capabilities if you're going to stand up for someone else. Instead of coming to me and embarrassing yourself, why don't you do your homework and come up with a plan to seduce Jackson?"

That day changed her from the sweet and lovable girl she was to the girl am living with Well everybody deserted her but not me She's more than my boss she's my daughter And I'll do everything within my power to keep her safe and maybe help her find love But the only thing bothering is why would my mistress buy a male slave? We have so many maids in the mansion so what's the need to buy a male slave? It's kinda weird ! I exhaled deeply and covered my self with the duvet and drafted off to sleep Next morning..... I walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for my mistress,miss Tina and apparently the new slave