Mafia Mistress Word Novels & Stories

The only reason I was still keeping my cool was that I planned to rescue Sofia unscathed. He soon turned his eyes to me and said, "Mistress Sofia wants to talk to you" What? My eyes blinked and I tried to understand if there was another Sofia or-- "Why do you call her Mistress?" Except that she... No... That's impossible... Sofia can't be what I'm thinking. "Mistress Sofia is our gang leader. Address her with respect" The man stared dagger at me as he handed over the phone. I was caught unaware and overtaken by shock on the spot.

Not when her biggest problem was a broken nail or a bad batch of designer perfume. Leila exhaled loudly, throwing her arms up. “Okay, fine. You’re stubborn as hell, so I won’t argue anymore.” She paused, eyes gleaming with something mischievous. “But—I have a brilliant idea.” Vlada arched her brow. “Oh no.” “Work for me,” Leila blurted out. “Seriously. I need someone I can trust. My maids—ugh—they keep messing with my stuff. One even stole my necklace last month. I’ve been cleaning my own room ever since.”

He added. While listening to Nicholas, I could feel his excitement for the fulfillment of all the plans we prepared. But, I was suddenly surprised by what he said regarding the training. So, I still have to undergo training to be a perfect result of what he planned for. I thought as soon as I finished this operation, I will instantly go and do what was written on the agreement. Yet, I understand that I still need to be trained. The last time I became a mistress was just an instant situation. It was not planned, and I just fell for the promises of William that time. Those times came from my feelings for him. I got blinded and was too good to be a villain. Now, I have to be like one since I wo

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

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?

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The badass bîtch young woman yelled. Valerie stared at the young woman who looked just like her age and inwardly rolled her eyes at her then slowly stood up. She was about to leave the room when the young woman began talking again. "I asked you a question oh wait" The badass lady narrowed her eyes at Valerie. "You're the newest slave if I'm not wrong. You are the one whose brother dared to steal from our capo m de la mafia (meaning mafia boss in Mexico). I guess it's a family type of thing because now you're making out with the underboss after sleeping with the mob boss" she rolled her eyes and shook her head.

{Abebi} I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as I stood before the assembled mafia Dons. The weight of their expectations and the responsibility that now rested upon my shoulders became palpable. Tommy's words reverberated in my ears as he emphasized the importance of protecting my business ventures and the need for consent before anyone dared to cross those boundaries. It was a powerful statement, setting the tone for my reign as the Mistress of Death and asserting my authority over the criminal underworld.

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.

"It's none of my business?" Lucien's lips curl into a grim smile. "Don't forget-you're my mistress. A mistress follows the rules." Mistress. The word stabs at Nina's dignity, and the bitter reality of her situation crashes down on her. A mistress. That's all I am.