Mafia Princess Book Novels & Stories

The Monticello Arrangement PART 1 Intro; Isotta Monticello is Italy’s quietly dangerous mafia princess not born to gowns and gilded halls alone, but to an empire stitched together from ports, secrets, and old debts paid in blood. She walks the world smiling, bilingual and immaculate, but beneath the silk and diamonds are the iron teeth of a woman raised to survive in a world that devours the soft.

“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?

Next to me, Mag sat perfectly still, her eyes glued to her phone as we waited for Murphy to call and for the rain to stop, or at least ease up a little. Outside the dark windows, the view looked like an expensive painting—Luxe Noir, Dallas's most exclusive nightclub, a palace of glass and black marble illuminated by neon lights that shimmered through the rain. Only people with smelling money, and real power were allowed into this vicinity... and my next target, Blake Luca, was the nightclub's magnate who owned Luxe Noir—a small part of his vast empire. "Hope you know the details?," Mag asked, slightly tilting her head toward me. "You know exactly what to do tonight."

“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!”

"Please, enlighten me. Your father will kill me when he knows what? That his daughter spreads her legs easily for anyone? Let's not lie to each other. You and I both know I am not your first. Besides, now that we are talking about it, how many had a round with you before me today?" "I am a princess of..." she starts to rant before I place my hand on her lips. I let my fingers sink into her cheeks, and I hear her let out a small cry of pain. "Mafia princesses remain virgins for their husbands. They are jealously guarded and live like fucking recluses within the walls of their house. You do not hear them. They are discreet, elegant, submissive, and educated to satisfy the needs of the Family.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

- I say “I don’t understand “ - River replies “I am the heir of the Italian mafia in New York” - I say and shock hits her face like a ton of bricks. “Mafia? As in drugs, guns and money laundering?” - She asks and I nod my head “Exactly like that” - I say “But, you look so normal” - she says I laugh at her comment “Thanks, I guess” - I say “You know, when we hear Italian mafia we think of fat greasy guys eating pasta” - she says and I can’t help but smile

Ariana said in anger and ran towards him with a punch, but instead of punching her, the Mafia swerved to the left grabbing her from behind and pulling her close to himself so that his dick could feel her big butts. "You look like a goddess." He paused, "A goddess of beauty. Tell me, what's your name?" He said, but Araina wiped her hair on his face, and as she was let loosed, she ran Forward and jumped on him but the Mafia caught her by her waist and lay her on the ground, while he got on top of her, pinning her down while his dick rested on her wet pussy. "What's your favorite sex position?" He asked her. "The doggy." She answered. "It makes me relax and allows my partner to reach for my g-s

Then back up again—toward my most private area. Once his hands reached there, Luca snapped. “Enough!” His fist slammed against the table. My lips curled into a faint disgusted smile. So he was still pretending he cared? That I still had power over him? I was naïve to ever believe that. Those Mafia Made Men had no hearts. He was now chasing this Bratva princess for the benefits she brought. The girl was stunning. Her golden hair shone like a Barbie doll’s. No one would guess she was here to negotiate a weapons deal.

"I... I didn't think she'd go this far..." "Go this far?" Chloe laughed, sharp and hollow. "She's a freaking mafia princess! What, you thought this was just some soap opera?" She kicked a metal barrel—loud clang. "The guards said some of those stains on the wall? Blood. And some... yeah." She didn't finish, didn't need to. Damon's flinch said it all. Silence dropped like a weight. Just wind rattling the container and waves crashing somewhere far off. They were buried deep in the docks. Even if someone heard them, no one would care.