Mafia Princess 소설 & 이야기

When they and their men were out I looked and saw only the Roman's were left to say goodbye to so we walked towards them and I sat down and took my shoes off "I'm so tired," I said "Me too," Edward said as he sat on a chair next to me I looked at him for a while and he stood up and looked at the door as I got a bad feeling. "Everything okay Vi?" Luca asked "I have a bad feeling," I said and all the men stood near me I'm still looking at the door when we heard someone "The missing mafia princess of the Italian, American Mafia, and the granddaughter of the King that leads the European Mafia, and now she became a Queen. Who would have thought?

They were gaunt, all the old arrogance of mafia princes gone. "Victoria! Victoria, save us!" Lorenzo dropped to his knees in front of me, sobbing. "I was wrong! Big brother was so wrong! We’re family, please, for the love of God, help us! The loan sharks are going to kill us!" Marco was on the ground too, banging his head on the pavement. "Victoria, we were blind! Fiona, that bitch, she fooled us all! You're our only sister! You're a Don now! You could pay our debts with pocket change!"

" Flora screamed in pain, jumping on her toes as Anisha forcefully pulled her hair. "You don't talk when I haven't asked you to, you disgusting peasant." She cursed. "Any more mistake, your body parts will be the next to be sold off." She threatened and flung the girl onto the wall. The Mafia princess is known for her ruthless and merciless nature; she was More feared than the main bosses. "Master Air and Thierry will be coming back from their mission tomorrow; I don't want them to think I was incompetent in taking care of the base when they were away, so if you still love your life, fix the problems you caused." She sneered and walked off.

over the name “Theo Moretti” The Sicilian sea breeze drifted through the window, salty and free. I finally understood that a true mafia principessa was not a weak girl waiting for a knight to save her. She was the one who wielded the sword herself, severing the past and crowning herself. And I, Sophie Lucas, am that principessa.

The woman said Xavier hugged me tightly and said in my ear, "Don't listen to the ugly mean lady mommy you're gorgeous as daddy said," I smiled at him and kissed his head before saying, "I'm terribly sorry Mrs Whatever but let's get one thing straight I'm not fat and there is not anything to be ashamed of if I was and yes Matteo and I are engaged and we're having a child together. Now since you made the first unpleasant move why don't we start over? I'm Luna Aurora Williams Darwin. Princess of the Italian Mafia soon to be Queen of the Spanish and you are?" They all looked shocked while Matteo looked at me with lust and the other guy known as their grandfather smirked

"I think they've started to drift apart and I'm not wasting any more time. I'm creating a ground for attachment with Aldric already.” “That's positive but do you know that the Mafia princess is after him too?" I asked, wanting to spoil her mood. "I don't care. I've always been clear about wanting his money. She can have him if she wants. I just want to get my hands on those dollars,” she said and I could already imagine the look on her face. “Well then. Good luck I'm sure you're about to hook him with the styles you stole from Scarlett,” I teased. “Unlike you, who got nothing. I hope you can see the difference now," she said and then ended the call.

Instantly, Alice’s eyes went wild as the men dragged her off her feet. “Young Mistress, you can’t do this to me! Please!” Alice shouted. Sia stood, approaching her dangerously. She grabbed Alice's cheeks, pinning them so harshly that the girl winced in pain. “Then you don’t know what a Mafia Princess can do,” Sia hissed, throwing her face away roughly and backing them. “Because I liked something about you doesn't mean you will misbehave. You should be happy I am punishing you , myself. If Michael were to be the one...” She turned back to face Alice. “Your body would be delivered to your city side!”

she murmured to herself angrily. Heaving a sigh, she threw her designer handbag onto the velvet chaise lounge and collapsed onto the king-sized bed, arms spread like a queen resting after a tiresome affair. The silk sheets whispered beneath her, but they offered little comfort. Beatrice Sandoval was the crowned jewel of the Sandoval family, a model whose beauty graced the covers of international magazines. The cameras adored her, the world admired her, and the underground world feared her. But behind the flashes of the paparazzi, beyond the high-fashion runways, Beatrice exerted power in the shadows. She was a Mafia princess, a woman who bent fate to her will.

"Because the master is... well, he used to be royalty.." Izora's gaze focused narrower. “royalty? Like pure royalty?” The maid nodded. "Yes." “He belonged to a prince. His family comes from European nobility—old money and strong ties. The master left all when his older brother was crowned king.” Izora blinked silently. She was mute. "You're saying that the mafia king I wed is a real prince?" “Indeed. We thus address you Lady Izora. You have him married to you. That makes you a princess technically.”

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