Novel & Cerita Mafia Princess Names

"For you, I let the world believe I was dead." "To be with you, I gave up my identity, my status, everything." Her voice started to tremble. "I thought that would be enough to earn your love." My eyes widened. I finally understood everything. No wonder she was always so mysterious. No wonder she was so capable. No wonder she could do so much for me. She was the Rossi princess. The princess of the oldest, most powerful mafia family in Chicago. "Aurelia..." I reached out a trembling hand. "I didn't know... I never knew..."

Her panic vanished, replaced by a scornful laugh. "Miss Aria? Her?" Brenda scoffed, pointing at me as if I were a piece of garbage. "Are you blind? Look at her! Dressed like a bricklayer who just crawled out of a sewer. The real Miss Moretti is a princess. She wears designer clothes, not this trash. This liar is trying to trick you!" Though my body was shaking uncontrollably from the cold, I met her gaze. The Moretti ice in my eyes could have frozen hell over.

6 million dollars. "You can ask the doctor. She is my twin and without proper treatment she will-" "You seem to think I care. What is it to me if she doesn't make it?" He gives her a genuine side glance. Mateo was appointed the Mafia prince title for a good reason. He knew what investments to make, how to double them and what missions to follow through with. Not once had he let down the organisation by making foolish mistakes. The fact that this girl seemed to think he would choose to make them now, rubbed him off the wrong way. He prefers not to take on things he won't benefit from and at this particular moment, he saw nothing gainable.

His desperate howls rang through the dungeon. Angelina came to me immediately after she left the dungeon. She sat across from me with an obsequious smile. "I can give you the ledger for all of the Passinis' core businesses, along with everything my Padre runs, Signora Valerini." "What do you want in return?" I asked apathetically, lounging on the couch and toying with a handgun. "I want out of this city and five million dollars to start over," she answered, her eyes burning with greed.

The younger girl was more gaunt and had prominent freckles along her nose, but the family resemblance was otherwise uncanny. "Sis!" the younger girl greeted enthusiastically. She turned to Elena with a beaming smile. "And you must be the Mafia Queen, Elena." Lucilla smacked her sister on the back of her head. "Don't address her by her first name," Lucilla chided. "And introduce yourself properly." The girl's eyes went wide. She curtsied perfectly and kept her head down as she spoke. "Apologies, I am Priscella Abano, youngest daughter of Don Jacob Abano," the girl said. "It is an honor to meet you, Miss Mafia Queen."

Giorgio tilted his head slightly as he studied her with the same calculating intensity she studied him with. Maria crouched slightly just then as her black painted lips twitched. “What’s your name, piccolo principe?” Giorgio didn’t blink. “Giorgio Ricci.” She raised a highly curved eyebrow at that. “Not Giorgio Leonetti?” A flicker of something sharp flashed in my son’s eyes as he said, “Leonetti is a name borrowed not earned.” Maria let out a low whistle at that and shook her head in a way that caused her black curls to bounce around her face. Then she stood up and looked at me with amusement in her green eyes. “Mio Dio. He’s really yours.”

"My parent's marriage was also a marriage of convenience. My father married the princess of the Bratva to form an alliance with the Russians. My mother was an effortlessly lovable woman, he fell in love with her even before they got married..." With a heavy heart and a feeble smile, I said. "Maybe, you will fall in love with her too. What was her name again?" "Grace from The Russell family of the United Kingdom. She is a British mafia princess." I pushed his hand away from my thigh. "Her name sounds so regal." The gates opened and Alessandro drove into the driveway, stopping before the front door. We were back home. I got out of the car and so did Alessandro. He waited until I walked around

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.

Before I could speak, she added, “He has a perfect wife. A wife who’s not an eighteen-year-old.” “Where did you hear that?” “Word in the air. She’s something around twenty-five or six and is the eldest Rossi heir.” “Rossi? You mean the Outfit?” Arabella nodded. “She’s a Mafioso princess, a capo’s sister.” That explained why she had been the recent talk in the Cosa Nostra. Outfit and Cosa Nostra’s alliance was a huge deal in the entirety of America, and the bond was being held by Adonis Vitale’s wife.

Did you know that I picked people who are allowed to call me by that nickname? “Oh, pardon! Am I not included on the list? Princess, you can’t do anything if I want to call you that way. I mean, you don’t have any magic spells that could stop me, aren’t you?” I laughed. “I don’t, but only those who are inside of our house are allowed to call me that, my family, the maids, and the driver.” “I was your driver yesterday.” “Yeah, because my real driver wasn't present yesterday. You're just a part-timer.”