Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

She seemed defeated, not that I’d blame her after dealing with everyone else’s idiocy, and I realized that her mood was directly affecting me as if I was a sponge. She turned back around and slumped down against the balcony and I noticed that she clearly had shed more than a few tears. “Do you know what almost every other mafia princess wants?” She suddenly said. “They want to shop for clothes and jewelry. They want to be someone’s future mother or wife. They want someone to save them from their lives with love or adventure or sex or whatever other drug they’re chasing. Most of them want out or want nothing to do with the syndicate at all.

That’s probably why it stood out. The morning at the pool, the Mafia princess scanned Padre, Reinaldo, and me like she’d stepped on better things. When I learned she was married to that asshole Rocco, I felt sorry for her. She was supposed to be a princess, and if I was going to go with fairy-tale analogies, she’d ended up with a frog.

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.

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.

"According to our investigation, you've spent years haunting casinos while the woman you call the mafia Principessa worked 20-hour days to fund your lifestyle. "If she's really a mafia princess, why would she slave away for you? Out of love? "Besides, you're the one who recently announced yourself as the mafia heir and brought this woman to the auction. We have multiple witnesses." Marco immediately shouted, "No, that was fake! I was just a decoy!" Another officer emerged from inside, calling to the lead. "Found it. There's a massive amount of cash in there." The lead officer glanced at Marco. "Large sums of unexplained cash, hm?"

Ivan said. “He did,” Daniil answered. Ivan’s eyes narrowed. “Not the war he expected.” Daniil turned slightly, and I saw something dangerous in his calm. “For the first time in decades, the mafia world has leadership not driven by ego.” Ivan scoffed faintly. “Bold statement coming from you.” “This ends with him,” Daniil said, and it wasn’t a threat. It was a promise. I stepped closer, voice tight. “Rosanna.” Daniil’s gaze softened for a fraction. “We bring her home.”

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.

Just then, my princess, move but inches forward to the seven men that are watching her as they are trembling, “Now, I suggest that we all drop our guns and have a decent meal.” Then there is a clever ass mouth that feels the need to say something, “You are just a girl with a gun in her hand. Do you even know how to use that thing?” I watch as my princess only laughs and gives me a slight wink, then she turns back to him, “This girl is Cassandra Cummings, and my father, Joseph, I am sure if he could talk, he would tell you that I know exactly how to use this thing.” But if I think that would make the fool back down, he only but raises his gun higher and start to break out in a fit of uncontro

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.

He knew damn well how this works. The Cortese Family runs this city. And I'm the Principessa. "Marco," I said cool, "if she refuses the job, strip her and drop her back at whatever sewer she slithered out of." "No!" Chloe dropped to her knees, sobbing. "I'll go! I'll do it!" I gave a nod. Then looked at Damon. "Next time you bring a stray into my house, you both sleep with the fish." Marco dragged her out. She threw Damon a look—hate and fear mixed in one.