Mafia Prince Novelas e Histórias

Her bleached blonde hair fell to her elbows, her make-up was fine except for the lipstick which was mostly off because of the drinks she had. “Ah, finally Jade,” she said, “and who is this?” she wanted to know while her words came out slurred, she looked at Mitch, interested in if he was my cab driver or if I had a friend she didn't know about. “How much for the drive?” She asked eventually.

(Warning; Mention of violence and rape) Kay. "No, you are lying you fucking idiot" I shout in frustration punching him in the face before going for the gun on the table. This idiot is playing games with me and I will make sure he pays for that. "Believe it or not, he is the heir to the Russian mafia. The one Carlos killed was Victor's illegitimate son he had with his mistress" he says spitting out blood from his busted lip. No.

Only the worn out curtains and dirty floor would be left in their small apartment. Earlier that week, she had gone to Mikhail Mazza for help. Although he was known as the Country's most handsome bachelor and conglomerate. He was also known as the Mafia Kingpin. She couldn't let her mother die. The woman had suffered a lot and if she could at least do what he wanted.. she'd make that change. But she was not ready to give her virginity to a man-whore. Mikhail Mazza was feared in the whole city. He was the Country's most dangerous and whoring bachelor.

It was short, but at the time, I simply didn't care. Suddenly, I felt shy as I began to play with my toes. Damon suddenly leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You are so cute I could fuck the shit out of you right now." "This is Nicholas. He is the new member of the Council of Six. Nicholas St. John, this is Isabella Montenegro. She is the current... will be the current mafia ruler." Nicholas bowed his head low. "It's an honor to meet you, Princess," he said with his hand stretched out in front of him. I placed my hand in his in response.

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.

Could it be a different Mario? "You mean Mario Bianchi - that tall, imposing figure?" I stammered, struggling to find the right words. Larissa nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Let me show you." She pulled out her phone, displaying photos of Mario that decorated her screen. "This is the one! A trillionaire and heir to the Bianchi dynasty, a trillion-dollar empire with ties to the British monarchy and the American mafia. His brother is the infamous don." I listened, awestruck, as she continued.

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.

"That's impossible! You're just an ordinary woman! You'd never have lived the kind of life you had without me." My gaze was filled with disgust. Only after leaving him did I realize that not only was he unfaithful, but his character was rotten to the core. I couldn't be bothered to waste my time on Simone. I signalled the guards to escort him out. He looked at the ten guards advancing toward him and shouted, "What are you doing? I'm the CEO of Pozzi Corp!" "CEO?" The guards looked at each other before they burst out laughing. "You're just a small-time boss! Do you know who she is? She's the Principessa of the Salvatore famiglia, one of the three most powerful mafia famiglia!"

"Mr. Williams, the Moretti family never disappeared. Now, I need you to publish every scandal about Marco Ricci within the hour." "What scandals?" "Ponzi scheme, embezzling client funds, fraudulent financial reports," I listed them off. "The proof is already in your inbox. And while you're at it, notify the New York Times and the Post. I want this story on every front page." "Ms. Moretti, this is..." "You know the Moretti name, Mr. Williams," my voice dropped, low and dangerous. "Don't make me give you a history lesson on why it's still respected."

As the only daughter of Ilias Dimitrou, I’m next in line to become the head of the Italian mafia. I’m getting good at putting on an act while I learn everything I need to know about the organization, but behind closed doors, I’m terrified. If my father’s men catch a whiff of my fear, they’ll rip me apart. Before I’m able to take over from my father, we’re attacked. I have to depend on my newly formed alliance to come to the rescue while I fight with every ounce of strength in my body to stay alive. I end up being guarded by Antonio Bernadi. For some reason, the damaged sniper refuses to leave my side, and I find myself becoming more and more dependent on him. He follows me like a dead