Mafia Princess Names Novels & Stories

Her eyes closed as she exhaled deeply. He drew her into his arms, watching her pale face as she passed out. Elena Romano is the Alpha princess who eventually became a slave, and he is Alpha Don Dante Russo, the Mafia Alpha King to whom all Alphas submit.

Liam shifted his gaze from one person to the next, trying to gauge their intentions. “Well, well, well,” said the blonde woman, a hint of amusement in her tone. “Look who’s finally decided to join us.” The blonde woman's name was Sheila, also known as the queen of the underworld. She was a ruthless and fearsome mafia boss, she was one of the few women who ran a mafia. "Are you the boss?" Liam asked, stoically. "Yes." Sheila replied in a tone devoid of any emotion, locking eyes with him. "Liam Danvers right?" She asked, maintaining her serious expressions. It was her serious attitude and ruthlessness that made her a feared mafia queen.

Christian, what is going on? "Princess, you know who I am?" "You are head of the Craine mob crime family, and you the big boss or leader or something like that." "How do you feel about that?" "I don't have a problem with who you are; I just don't want you to fuck me around." "Princess, I am not here to fuck you around. I think I am..."

I asked and maybe deep down I didn't want to know who he is. "Natalie, what do you m-" I cut him off and asked, "Who The Fuck Are You?" I half yelled this time. He sighed and said "I'm Matteo De Luca and I'm the Capo of the Italian Mafia, " I felt that air left my lungs, how could I be that stupid, hell I'm always that stupid. "Karissa is she your daughter?" I asked and he shook his head. "No, I just asked lea to say that," he explained.

Elena took out a thick envelope from her designer bag. The man took the envelope and smiled. "Good girl. You'll be the Queen of Sicily." "What..." Alexander staggered back as if punched in the gut. "No... that's not Elena... that's a fake!" The crowd below was in an uproar. Elena’s mother stopped crying, her mouth agape. Marco stood frozen, shaking his head. "Lies! This is all manipulated!" Marco screamed. But the memory continued. The scene shifted to the night of the murder.

Chiara asked once she had sat beside her. “Anna,” she corrected for the umpteenth time. “When we are together alone, it’s Anna.” “I’m sorry, Anna,” Chiara quickly apologized. Truthfully, she could never get used to calling her mistress by her maiden name, not one who held such a high status in their mafia empire while she was just a lowly maid. But Chiara didn’t want her frowning at her again, so she had to address her just like she wanted.

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.

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.

“You look like Catalina and have her fire, even as you look timid.” “You keep saying that name but I have no idea-” “Your mother was Catalina Moretti, wife of Alberto Moretti, a Camorra Underboss,” he says and I immediately jump out of my chair and take a step back from him. “Your name is Lucia Moretti and you’re their only daughter.” I have heard of the Camorra; they’re a criminal organization that rules parts of Italy. Italian Mafia, to be exact. They’re ruthless…and apparently, I am borne of that blood. This is why he calls me Principessa…