Mafia Princess Book Novels & Stories

and that realization settled heavily, because it meant everything we had done, every decision, every shift in power, had not gone unnoticed Camila crossed her arms slightly, not defensive, but grounded, “Then they’ve already seen what we changed,” and I looked at her, because she was right, we had not just taken control of the mafia world, we had redefined it Before us, power had been built on fear, on blood, on control without restraint, but we had changed that, not by removing power, but by giving it structure, by replacing chaos with order, by turning something brutal into something that could last

'Expect some drama at the celebration,' she wrote. The school's hundred-year anniversary attracted top educators and major sponsors. I held Clara's hand and spotted Caspian with his arm around Aveline's waist. The whispers around me were deafening. "He doesn't take any loss. Flunked the exam, got dumped by Aveline, and now he's kissing up to the mafia princess." "Like father, like son. I heard that his dad sells fish, and his mom's crazy. No surprise he's up to nothing."

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?”

The seed money from the drug run would be able to allow him a better life. Or perhaps a takeover event. Either way, I couldn't allow him to live. At least he'd failed in one regard. I'd been put on notice of his betrayal. Every rock I'd turned over, every favor called in had proven futile. If anyone could find him without issue, it would be a member of the Sons of Darkness. I rolled my eyes at the name, uncertain any longer which of the five of us had coined the phrase. We were the five princes of the most powerful mafia families within the United States, men capable of exacting revenge as necessary.

My red dress straight down to my feet with a slit slicing through my legs and stopping just half way above my knee level. “A true diva would be crowned tonight. Not a baron”, Maria said with a smile. For some unknown reason she seems to know quite a lot more about the Mafia world than I did. All that I learnt was the little I had down while with my father and for the past seven years during my exile I totally exempted myself from the reality of the world that I came from. With a bow never to have anything with it except to finish the work I left behind. The revenge.

I muttered but she didn't hear me her gaze was lazer focused on her father. "Where are the damn files I asked for?" Don Carlos snarled. "Here." she responded darting around me with the arm full of files I only noticed now were clutched to her chest. "No, fuck no" my wolf grumbled in our mind link. As Giovanna rushed towards the Don with what he wanted. "Oh yes." I responded to the link. " Our mate is the damn Mafia Princess." I added as he sulked off into the depts of my mind.

She was dressed in a modest but ill-fitting white dress that ended just above her knees, hiding her curvaceous body. Her eyes were the color of my favorite whiskey and flecks of green, framed by lashes that cast delicate shadows on her porcelain skin. With her hair hanging loose over one shoulder, I wondered how it would feel to wrap it around my fist and pull. In that instant, it felt like my heart skipped a beat; the intense, iron-clad certainty of my plan seemed to waver, faltering under the weight of Lucia’s unexpected innocence. She’s a Mafia princess and I’ve fucked plenty of them, so why doesn’t she have that same arrogance to her?

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

Few minutes later I saw a waiter pushing a tray of food towards us, God No! What's Miles doing? when he got to our table he stopped then placed the tray of food on our table. I opened mine after Miles had opened his even though I was very hungry . "Spaghetti and steak?" I said out loud. "What? you don't like it?" Miles asked. "No, nothing" I said. The meal wasn't the problem it was the price like who hates spaghetti and steak I'm not vegan but a meal like that for $300. Mia it's just a gift I said to myself .

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.