Mafia Prince Novelas e Histórias

His rage simmered just below the surface, threatening to shatter his carefully crafted composure. He never got stolen from. It was an abomination to those who knew him. It was an unforgivable transgression. And yet, it had happened. With his rage will come chaos. His perpetrators will pay, they always do. It was a promise, a known fact. He is Stefano De Rico. A Mafia kingpin whose name sent shivers down the spine of even the most hardened criminals. He is the master of the underworld. He tames even the wildest beasts that refuse to bend to his will.

“What do you mean she’s part of a mafia?” He took a slow breath, letting the tension simmer in the room before delivering the blow. “She’s a Mafia Princess. She comes from royal blood in another country.” I blinked. Once. Twice. For the first time in a long time, I felt completely stupid. The words didn’t make sense. Chandria? The woman who used to hide under the covers when it thundered? The woman who looked so fragile I was afraid to break her? A princess of a crime syndicate?

PIETRO’S POV . I’ve been tagged a lot of things; Beast, Reaper, Dark Prince, Killer, Monster, Psychopath, Murderer, Mad Prince, and several others. Personally, I think the term “Mad Prince” suits me best. Because only a madman can do the things I’ve done. But I’m a King now. “Mad King.” .

“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.”

“Luciana Vitale, daughter of Jayden Vitale and Isabelle Moretti.” “And who is your uncle?” “Jairo Vitale, Mafia King of Italy.” “So who are you, Luciana?” She hesitated, then whispered, “Mafia princess of Italy.” A grin slipped onto Jairo’s face. “Exactly. That’s who you are. You’ve faced death threats more times than most people breathe. You don’t shrink because of other people’s stares. You dress beautifully and that’s confidence. So show it, no fidgeting, no looking down. Chin up, shoulders squared. The boys should be scared of looking into your eyes.” his last words dropped into a whisper.

Everyone in the Rossi famiglia knows that their Don, Gabriele Rossi, is a man of his word. He promises his son, Ettore Rossi, that he'll take him to the newly opened amusement park on his tenth birthday. However, halfway there, his phone rings. Gabriele immediately pulls over and gives Ettore a curt order. "Wait at the intersection. I'll send someone to take you home." Then, he kicks his ten-year-old son out of the car and speeds off. He's in such a hurry to be with another woman that he doesn't even notice when his Soldato's car breaks down en route. A torrential downpour rages at the highway junction. Ettore waits for his ride, but it never comes; all that comes is a horrific chain-r

Blurb Serafina Ferraro was born from an affair and raised like trash nobody wanted to throw out. Her stepmother hated her. Her sister mocked her. And Nico Caruso, the man she gave up everything for, drugged her and tried to sell her body to his boss. "You belong to me," Nico snarled, gripping her jaw. "You are like a stray dog. You bite, so you get smacked until you learn to sit still." Then a stranger kicked the door open. "I could have sworn I heard a damsel in distress," Dante Valentino said, calm as ice. He is not a hero. He is the illegitimate son of a powerful family, with his own war to fight. He does not save her out of kindness. "Do you want revenge?" he asked. She trains. Sh

Unlike Carina, who had grown up around them, knew how to act cute, and spoke as sweetly as a nightingale. More importantly, they saw me as a useless person. If it weren't for our campus romance in university, an ordinary girl like me would never have made it to the engagement with him. Giovanni was an Italian-American heir to the powerful and rising Vitale crime family. He was one of the strongest contenders to become the next Don. They had only tolerated me because of his insistence. Carina often threatened me in private: "You don't belong in this mafia family. You'll be eaten alive, bones and all. So behave yourself."

The moment he hung up, a second call came in. “The bank froze all of our accounts? The risk department received orders from above?” With a thud, the phone slipped out of his hand and fell onto the carpet, its screen shattering into a spiderweb of cracks. He stumbled backward and slumped limply against the bookshelf in utter defeat. I pulled a necklace out from my collar. The pendant was a family crest featuring a gold rose set against a black background. “Let me introduce myself. I’m Selena Capelli.” Leaning back against the desk, I stated my name calmly. “That is my real name, and I am the daughter of the Capelli mafia family.”

Lorenzo stepped closer until only the iron bars separated them. His voice remained calm. "If Isabella returns alive..." "I'll thank God." "If she returns harmed... either by the Rossis or you..." His eyes darkened into something almost inhuman. "There isn't a place on this earth where you all will be able to hide." Luca forced a laugh. "I'm the Mafia King now." Lorenzo didn't blink. "Titles can be stolen." His voice became colder. "But fear..." He held Luca's gaze. "...must be earned."