Mafia Prince Novels & Stories

I already knew where she was heading with this, and dread clawed up my spine. Granny’s eyes sharpened. “Mia, you ain’t saying anything. Neither is Kraven. I really want to know. You mean Giovanni of the Mafia? What does Kraven have to do with them in the first place?” My lips parted, but no sound came. Shame clamped my throat shut. Her gaze burned into me, demanding an answer I couldn’t form. “Wait! Wait!” She lurched forward, pointing a shaky finger straight at Kraven. “You mean this—” her hand trembled, “you mean this is Kraven of the Astor Mafia Empire?”

But with Sophia, those walls seemed to be crumbling, piece by piece. And it scared him. He didn’t want to be vulnerable. He didn’t want to feel. But when it came to her, it seemed like he didn’t have a choice. Mr. Black leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes for a moment. He needed to get a grip. He needed to remind himself of who he was—what he was. He was a Mafia Don. He couldn’t afford to be anything else. But the image of Sophia’s tear-streaked face haunted him, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had made a terrible mistake.

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

“Alessia.” Ivan shrugged. “We already know your name. I’ve heard so much about you, against my will.” Dante’s voice cut in, low and firm. “Ivan.” Ivan raised both hands in mock surrender. “I don’t want to offend the mafia don. He might chop off my fingers or do some other mafia thing to me.” I laughed, harder than I meant to. The sound surprised me. It felt foreign after days of nausea and quiet anxiety. Maxim waved a hand. “Don’t mind him. He never stops teasing Dante for choosing his grandfather’s path and becoming a mafia boss instead of… I don’t know, being a doctor or something civilized.”

But there’s no time. “What do we know about the niece?” I ask as we climb into the car. “Not much. She’s eighteen, a senior in high school. Red hair, blue eyes.” “Anything else?” “Straight A’s. Doesn’t date.” “Doesn’t date?” I raise a brow. “Yup. No boyfriend. No drama.” What teenage girl in America doesn’t date? Weird. But she’s a mafia princess, so maybe not that weird. We arrive at Sal’s house around 3 p.m.

“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.”

I then open my laptop to check out the info Alex sent me. I open the email where Rhys and his son Zayden meadows information is there. I need to know whom I am dealing with in case things go worst. In the shadowy underworld of organised crime, one name reigns supreme: Rhys Meadows. The ruthless and cunning Mafia King has built an empire through blood, sweat, and tears, crushing all who dare oppose him. His reign of terror is legendary, and his power is unmatched.

He started walking toward us with others trailing behind him. When they came near, my stomach dropped by his sight. Noooooo.....no...way....pls don't let him be him.....pls God..... But my little prayer was not heard by God as I could easily get the close view of him. ALPHA KING more like Royal king. I stood there like a statue watching him heading to our side. ......He has a connection with some mafia too. .........Never get caught my eyes. ............Mafiaaaa. Ohh God....save me.....i..i...What should I do......run...yes...run...

Brenda said while just staring at Savienna while explaining what she was going to teach about. "The guy is cute too, I heard he's Mafia Prime. Son of Mafia Boss Sudalga." Maureen said. Yeah, Maureen, he's a Mafia Prime. And I can't believe he is here. I heard Brenda giggle, so I looked at her. Ugh, he likes Psalm too? I can't blame them, Psalm is really cute and kinda attractive. But his features are not as sharp as Saint's. "Don't you like Sir Psalm, Reian? He's handsome!!" Brenda said. I just shook my head at him and smiled a little.

Brenda said while just staring at Savienna while explaining what she was going to teach about. "The guy is cute too, I heard he's Mafia Prime. Son of Mafia Boss Sudalga." Maureen said. Yeah, Maureen, he's a Mafia Prime. And I can't believe he is here. I heard Brenda giggle, so I looked at her. Ugh, he likes Psalm too? I can't blame them, Psalm is really cute and kinda attractive. But his features are not as sharp as Saint's. "Don't you like Sir Psalm, Reian? He's handsome!!" Brenda said. I just shook my head at him and smiled a little.