Mafia Princess Names Novels & Stories

Mia, the princess of the Vitiello clan, daughter of the most feared Mafia Don Luca Vitiello is kidnapped. She is kept in a basement in a run-down house in the middle of nowhere. Two days, it's been two days since she was kidnapped from the altar and thrown into this basement. No one came for her since then. Her wedding dress is now dirty, and she is starved and dehydrated. She saw everything happen with shock. She walked onto the Altar and Alesso accepted her hand from her father Luca Vitiello. That's when the firing started, taking everyone by alarm. The once cheerful environment became chaotic and everyone began to run for their lives.

Lucario asked "I told you where she is but I'll be specific if I get money from you for her." Another explosion shook the place. "You're doing a good job at construction." Lucario said stepping closer. "Lady Royalty?" Neveah asked confused "Is that Royalty's real name?" "Yes." Lucario answered "Jillian and Nicolas had a high position in the mafia court. Now! Pay me and I'll return the princess to you." Everyone turned to me. "No!" I said defiantly "No?" Lucario repeated "Don't you want the girl?" "I do." I answered "But I'm not paying any asshole just for a girl."

I feel my blood run cold on mention of mafia, the name makes me cringe in fear I've watched movies yeah, but partaking in it is a big no for me, that happenings if these last few days makes me realize how dangerous the world can be, "How about you?," She walks away from her shower to mine face few metres away , I can feel her breath fanning against my skin, My heart thuds hard against my chest I know this feeling it's lust, turning my face away from her to my side I feel her nipples poke me by my side , "Just few things grew in an orphanage, went to a public highschool and all, I got a house for myself downtown, couple shifts as a stripper" "You had all the fun"

A distracting pawn. “Let’s start with this. I’m Ravenna Costa. Daughter of Fiona and Matteo Costa. There’s no ulterior motive to me cooking and inviting everyone over. Who knows? It might be our last home-cooked meal. Plus, I was in a sharing mood. What’s your name?”

The date they were appointed as the boss and died was written below none of them were overthrown except one who was overthrown by his aunt in 1921, and after that he began seeing women take the position of been the boss, he finally reached the last photo and was shocked by whom he saw. Monalisa sat graciously on the chair he had seen other bosses sitting, she was younger and vibrantly smiled, and the smile not forced but real, other bosses smiled to but it looked unreal. He looked under the photo and saw something that literally blew his mind. ‘Monalisa Del-A-Cruz, mafia queen from 2018-till date’. ‘Oh my god’ Jeremy muttered still shocked by what he read.

I didn’t recognize that name at all. “Makris Drakos is the Mafia king of the Greek mafia. Your mother was a mafia princess—is a mafia princess since she went back. There are rumors that Makris is sick and none of his children want to take over. They want your mother to take his place.” I laughed thinking it was a joke but Emilio wasn’t smiling. He was dead serious. “No, my mother is not a mafia princess…” “She is. It took all my connections but I finally figured out why she was so hard to find. Her father is one of the most ruthless leaders in the world and if she was raised by him, she’s probably just like him.

His gold Rolex sitting pretty on his left hand while metal rings rest against my skin, making me shiver. My eyes still starring at the man who stood before me, my eyes lost in his beautiful blue eyes lost as he moves to speak again, “I am Lucus Damon O'Donnell D’Amico Principessa (Princess). But for you, you may call me Lucus, for I am your fiancé.”

When I was wedded to him, I stopped my dreams to save my father's company too. And Sebastian... I happened to save him after he yielded a gunshot. No doctors helped him after learning he was the heir of Noir de Costas, an infamous syndicate group, known to be the government's lapdogs. "I can make his life difficult for you," he whispered with a curl on his lips. "Or I can simply make him disappear for you, princess." "There's no fun in that, isn't there? And don't call me princess." "Why not, kitten? You are but a stray with no owner. You should have left with me when you had the chance, Kierra."

I remember Michael saying something similar about them killing Alessandro’s mistresses to force his compliance. “Oh, come on,” Bella argues, and Mia chuckles angrily. “Let me tell you something: Alessandro’s loyalty is to Maria, his wife. Whatever he’s doing for you now, Renee, don’t think it makes you special.” She says, bitterness lacing her words, and I stay silent, feeling the weight of what she’s saying. Jealous or not, she isn’t lying. Everything she’s said is true. If what Michael said is true about Maria being the princess of the Eastern Mafiadom, with their marriage merging two mafia regions and solidifying Alessandro’s power, then Mia is right. If I think of pursuing anything with

Of course, whoever was with the woman probably needed somewhere nice to sit as it took a while with this sort of thing. “You and me both” she said, “but I gotta say some of those looked alright, we definitely haven’t found YOUR dress yet.” She wasn’t wrong, some of them had been decent enough, but none that really won me over. Exasperated I shook out my low ponytail, twisted my hair, and shoved it up into a sloppy bun on the top of my head. I heard a gasp and turned to see the saleslady staring at me. I realized, belatedly, that my tattoo was visible. In the mob, or mafia as it was typically called, we had distinguishing marks; one of the most frequent being strategically placed tattoos. Thi