Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

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.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

“That just does not make any sense! She’s probably just lying about it. She usually lies.” Stella scoffs as I take her hand in my own and pull her away from the men. The two men take a step after us but Stella waves them away. The way they obey her command only has me more confused. Could Stella truly be the mafia princess? Has she held this power all along and just didn’t say a single thing about it? Why would a mafia princess, someone who holds so much power in the criminal underworld, allow a man such as myself to treat her so horribly? To treat her like the scum on the bottom of my shoe?

My brows furrowed with confusion evident in it, I turned towards the direction of the strong scent of blood and then my eyes locked with the clearest set of green eyes I had seen before. She was the cause of the ruckus, dressed in a wedding dress that would have been beautiful if it wasn't stained with blood. Her left hand seemed limped with blood trickling down a bullet wound. Her entrance was sensational. Without a doubt, I recognized her from the pictures sent to me. Adelina Marino, the Mafia princess and the girl my younger brother was to get married to. I was shocked when I discovered Viktor was getting married to a human, but this was more stunning.

he said, it was more like he was talking to himself. "He did and he hid her away from the world. To save her from men like me and you, I guess, that's his daughter. She is half-Italian, a virgin, and nothing like the woman you chose for me." "Grace Russell is the mafia princess of Great Britain. You chose a traitor's daughter over a princess," he made sure to let his disgust leak through his voice as he mentioned Evangeline. "The princess you chose for me had slept with half of my soldiers—where's the honor in that, Pops? I'd take a traitor's daughter over that princess any day."

My brain struggled to process it. Mafia? Actual mafia? The kind from movies? I actually thought they were business men who had bodyguards with them. The expensive suits. The armed men. The meetings. The injuries. The secrecy. Suddenly everything began making sense all at once. Sylvester noticed my stunned expression and immediately tried explaining further. “We mainly deal with people who..” Chris interrupted before he could finish. “We deal with bad people,” Chris explained calmly. “Drug dealers. Human traffickers. Bastards who threaten our territory or innocent people.”

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.

That I cannot only lead a mafia as a woman but take over the entire industry. That Elena Marshano will go down in history as the most ruthless, powerful, cold-hearted and cunning mafia leader that ever lived.

I take a deep breath and nod. Sebastian Ferreira, better known as Dio, is the biggest mafia boss in Rome. He's in charge of most of Europe and he has some strong ties with the Mexican mafia as well. Everything that's happening in the city right now has something to do with him. And his presence in Rome means it's going to get even more dangerous out here.

Her bleached blonde hair fell to her elbows, her make-up was fine except for the lipstick which was mostly off because of the drinks she had. “Ah, finally Jade,” she said, “and who is this?” she wanted to know while her words came out slurred, she looked at Mitch, interested in if he was my cab driver or if I had a friend she didn't know about. “How much for the drive?” She asked eventually.