Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

Especially now that I've gotten used to seeing it. I showered and wore my biggest night gown and flip flops. As I thought about everything that had happened, I knew I couldn't blame mom for everything she said to Dre. She wasn't expecting to see me today. Hell she wasn't expecting to see me with Dre. I know she did her personal research and found out that Dreidan Mochino was the very own Dreidan Vaughn. Head of the Italian mafia. It really wasn't her fault.

Although she probably won’t be able to know if I didn’t tell her. I can see she was surprised by the shocked expression on her face. She’s probably wondering how on earth I was able to fall into the hands of the mafia. It was already dangerous enough that I was my father’s daughter, now I’m also a mafia princess as well. Even if we are able to solve this problem now, more problems will arise in the future. But the future is so far away and we have to focus on the now. And right now, I only have Nikolai.

"And..." "...his women." Valeria's eyebrows drew together. "You think Luca will want Isabella simply because she belonged to Lorenzo?" Don Rossi nodded confidently. "It happens all the time." "Power intoxicates people." "Especially new kings." "They become greedy." "They convince themselves that everything the former ruler possessed now belongs to them." He smiled again. "If Luca truly sees himself as the new Mafia King..." "...then sooner or later..." "...he'll want Lorenzo's greatest prize." "Isabella."

I start letting myself believe that it’s a nightmare and I will wake up soon. And though I’m the Mafia's princess, I feel anything but royalty. I would give it all up just to hold my husband once more. The words that Bianca said earlier come rushing back. How am I going to deal with this? They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. But I wonder what they would say revenge leads to?

Adriana found her there, as always, her cousin’s eyes sharp with curiosity. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, “Adriana teased, though her voice softened when she saw Emily’s pale expression. “What happened?” Emily hesitated, then whispered, “They’ve arranged my marriage. To Antonio DeLuca’s son. ”Adriana froze. Then her lips parted in disbelief. “Jason DeLuca? The mafia heir?” Emily nodded, her throat tight. Adriana cursed under her breath. “Emily, you can’t. He’s not for you. You’re a princess—pure, radiant, the people’s symbol. Marrying him will drag your name into the mud”.

My dad does supply them with drugs and guns but lately, they have been misbehaving. Taking stuff and failing to pay on time pisses my dad off, so he needs to have a little chat with the leader. We both know what the 'little' chat means. Being a mafia princess is nothing like walking in the park and spending daddy's money. I Am trained to be a leader and how to handle business and go on every mission alongside my father. I specialise in knives and guns and am very good at it, perks of training for a long time. So in case,e my dad is not around, business goes on just fine.

He is a Booi too and our rival empire enemy, after all. “Oh! What do we have here? The Davi princess feels like modelling for us tod…” Leo, the heir of the Booi mafia empire exclaims. I pounce at him before he completes his sentence. I swear that there’s absolutely no one in the entire world who gets into my nerves than this man.

Instead, a slow smile spreads across his face, and he signals to his guards to bring me to him. 'Signore e signori, vorrei presentarvi la mia ultima acquisizione, la Principessa Russa, Tavisha Khusnova. Una giovane donna che, evidentemente, non comprende le usanze della nostra mafia italiana. Una cosa a cui sto per porre rimedio immediatamente.' [Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to my latest acquisition, the Russian Principessa, Tavisha Khusnova. A young lady who clearly does not understand the ways of our Italian Mafia. Something I am about to rectify immediately.]

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

The skin felt hot under my touch, and rage flared fresh in my veins. Those damned Romanos. How dare they reduce me, Nikita Salvatore, princess of the Salvatore mafia, to this? A joke? A second choice bride forced upon a man who wouldn’t even look at me twice? Men had started wars for this face. A prince in Dubai had turned his back on his entire family just for one night in my bed. Powerful capos had crawled on their knees, begging me to degrade them, to let them taste the sole of my shoe.