Mafia Prince Novels & Stories

***TO BE CONTINUED*** BOOK TWO - PROTECTING MY MAFIA PRINCESS:RISE OF A CRIME BOSS

The Mafia Prince & His Bodyguard(1) The safehouse smelled like old wood and gun oil. Rain hammered the roof like bullets, but the real danger was already inside the room with me. I stood by the window, arms crossed, watching the dark trees outside sway in the storm. My name is Luca Rossi. Twenty-six years old. Son of the most feared man in the city. The prince of the Rossi family. And right now, I was bored, pissed off, and horny as hell.

I make a slashing movement over my throat! The prince raises an eye brow, “You wanna know what is interesting, Dearie?” “Do I have a choice to listen? Because if you plan on being long winded, I need a snack.” I dramatically plop myself down in the chair. My snarky words don’t detour this Prince as he continues. “Rogues are so easy to work with. Give them a little bit of money, some food, maybe some woman and definitely a large bag of human drugs…” He pauses to look over at Rocco who is now sprawled out on the couch completely relaxed and softly cackling to himself. “And they will do anything for you… Even bring you things…” He holds up his wrist with the gold cuff with black and purple shar

"Because the master is... well, he used to be royalty.." Izora's gaze focused narrower. “royalty? Like pure royalty?” The maid nodded. "Yes." “He belonged to a prince. His family comes from European nobility—old money and strong ties. The master left all when his older brother was crowned king.” Izora blinked silently. She was mute. "You're saying that the mafia king I wed is a real prince?" “Indeed. We thus address you Lady Izora. You have him married to you. That makes you a princess technically.”

“Weird that you would mention him now—” “But I did not,” Samson Interrupted, “you see that's the problem, you are yet to get over that one obstacle and now you're head over heels over—” he stopped to take a good look around the room, safe to say he was still conscious of the gun from yesterday, “a mafia what again?” “Prince. A mafia Prince.” I corrected it. I felt uneasy with the way Samson pointed out things. I wasn't angry or pissed at the fact that he posted them out. I was angry at the fact that I was seeing some sense in what he was saying.

~ GIULIA’S POV ~ “What?” I blinked hard, still trying to catch up. “He’s a mafia prince? A Russian mafia prince?” Dante nodded once, his expression unreadable, his eyes dark like a storm gathering at sea. “Yes. Prince Vince Ruger, Son of Don Nikolai Ruger. These people aren’t just dangerous… they’re monstrous.” The silence that followed felt too loud, like the world had paused to listen. Dante leaned against the hood of the car, arms folded tightly across his chest, jaw clenched tight.

“At least I got what I deserved, a healthy, happy married life ahead of me unlike you who couldn't even find a match!” Valentina's eyes widened and nose fumed in anger at Mia’s taunt. She stopped seeking for Vladimir after seeing his true face. But the reality was that, even though she got scared of him, her heart still longed for the Bratva Pakhan VLADIMIR SOKOLOV. But hearing Mia's taunt Her ego reminded her of her hidden emotions. “Don't worry about my married life, Mia. I am The Princess of Italian Mafia. My husband wouldn't be any second-in-command but the Boss itself. When I get engaged, two kingdoms would be united!”

She smiled, nodding slightly. They were walking on the lawn, "So tell me." She asked. "Have you heard about the Mafia Alpha King?'' He asked. "Yes, Xander Hill. I've heard about him from Sir. He's the most popular billionaire and powerful Mafia in the entire world." She said, astonished. She hadn't seen him. But she wanted to.

' He sat back in his chair, completely at ease, a huge shit-eating grin spread across his handsome face. 'You are so fucking adorable, little Principessa, but you have much to learn. Mr Delanzo is the Head of all the Mafioso Families. He is basically a King, untouchable; he can do whatever he likes, and no one will stop him.' His eyes met mine, and all the amusement had left his; they were almost black and as cold as ice.

He placed his finger under my chin and forced me to look up into his deep blue eyes. “Koa what the hell are you doing?” I whisper-shouted. “Sit d--” My words were cut off as he lowered to my level and planted his lips against mine. The kiss was passionate and I began to kiss him back when he shifted into the booth that I was sitting in. We finally pulled apart, my breathing slightly heavier due to the impromptu makeout session. Koa briefly looked upset when he had to pull back from me when the food was being brought out to our table. I desperately tried to relax my breathing while he looked completely calm and put together. He smirked while I began sipping at my cold water quickly. “I should