Novel & Cerita Mafia Prince

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

Bria shouts. "Mia is not poor. She is wealthy. She made the Costa family the second most influential family in the Italian Mafia. Now go back to your parents and run your family business. Your father is getting old and will need his heir to run his business soon," I say. Bria looks at me with puppy dog eyes. It may work with her older lovers, but it does not work on me.

Salvatore. I gulp visibly, everyone knows about the deadly second prince Salvatore. His anger, his murders, his stories are what mothers tell their children to scare them off to sleep. He may not be the mafia prince but he has more deadly reputation around. I just glared and talked directly to the most dangerous man in this country. I instantly look down at my lap, I squeeze my eyes shut, he's going to burn my precious eyes. Oh god! "If you waste another second without answering me, I will not have mercy on you" the mafia prince Giovanni hisses, his patience is running thin here.

I am the most secret Principessa of the Sicilian "Shepherd" Mafia. For my safety, my identity was a closely guarded secret since birth. I lived in the shadows, leaving the outside world entirely ignorant of my true standing. Most of the time, I stayed in our family's fortress deep in Sicilian countryside, secretly handling European mafia affairs. When I came of age, my family arranged a marriage to the heir of the "Lion" family, Matteo Leonardo. The "Lion" family is a rising power in the Naples region, with businesses ranging from port smuggling to casinos and hotels.

“Will you do me the honor of rolling my dice?” He held out the dice on the palm of his hand. It was tradition in craps to find a beautiful woman to roll the dice. It was extending me an honor, so I gladly accepted. “I’m Milo,” he said as I got closer. “Prince Milo of Monaco. Third heir to throne, after my two older brothers. A prince? I tried to act casual, but I’d never been this close to an actual prince before. At least, not that I knew of. “Pleasure,” I said, imitating the way these people greeted.

but to himself. Wait....did he say mafia? M-mafia!!! My eyes widened in fear and he seemed to notice this because his face contorted, as if he was in pain and he abruptly let go of my arm. He went back to stand near the window, with his back turned to me. I brought my shaking hands to my chest, not being able to move an inch. He's a mafia prince? If he's the prince then his father would be the king and his mother, probably the queen.

Sandro commented while his eyes gleamed when he imagined himself bathing in Viso's pathetic blood. "Not your creativity but mine, Sandro. He insulted me, Gina Moretti. I should be the one showing him how creative I am, don't you think, brother?" Gina said with a crooked smirk on her lips. Gina was not an innocent girl, on the contrary, she was the perfect example of a mafia princess.

Adriana found her there, as always, her cousin’s eyes sharp with curiosity. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, “Adriana teased, though her voice softened when she saw Emily’s pale expression. “What happened?” Emily hesitated, then whispered, “They’ve arranged my marriage. To Antonio DeLuca’s son. ”Adriana froze. Then her lips parted in disbelief. “Jason DeLuca? The mafia heir?” Emily nodded, her throat tight. Adriana cursed under her breath. “Emily, you can’t. He’s not for you. You’re a princess—pure, radiant, the people’s symbol. Marrying him will drag your name into the mud”.

I'm ready to be myself again. His response was a single word: *Finally.* Elena climbed back into bed. This time, sleep came easily. Because for the first time in five years, she knew exactly who she was. Elena Vittoria Accardi. Mafia princess. Artist. Fighter. And she was done playing nice.

Vallea sat tied to the chair her hair hung over her face. The water was thrown over her She slowly opened her eyes they cut hair. "Good afternoon Vallea it’s nice to see you are finally with us." "Who are you?" "I’m Nicolo Russo. The maffia king." Oh great a fucking ameture. "You are not the Mafia king, my brother Matteo Robustelli is." "I am and you should remember that.’ "Why am I here?" "You are here as bate, my princess."