Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

***TO BE CONTINUED*** BOOK TWO - PROTECTING MY MAFIA PRINCESS:RISE OF A CRIME BOSS

I was a mafia princess in hiding. I gave my husband everything. Then, right after his company went public, he cheated on me at the party I threw for him. With his childhood sweetheart, Isabella. “Elena, you can’t even iron an Hermès scarf? Look at these wrinkles. It’s a cheap rag.” I stopped. The steam from the iron—or maybe my own rage—blurred my vision. Marco’s mother, Amelia, threw the expensive scarf back at me, her face full of contempt.

“I already understood that you told me you don’t know much about who had a hand in their death. But I need to know if you know by any chance—if they had a connection to one Astor family or Empire here?” As soon as the name left my lips, I regretted it. The silence on the other end said more than her words ever could. I could practically feel the way her breath caught in her throat. “Yeah,” she said finally, and even that one word felt like a reluctant confession. “The Astor Empire happens to be the head of the Cosa Nostra. And when I said your dad was entangled with the most notorious Mafia Empire, I was actually referring to them. But that’s all I know, Mia. I didn’t want to involve myself

When Sky Foster aimed, Charlie was often the target, and she had the kind of accuracy that made people flinch before she even threw anything. Sky Foster. The fiery blonde with eyes so green they could probably stop hearts if she cared to look up long enough. She was not just sassy, she was a full blown hurricane in designer sneakers. Charlie secretly called her his princess. Ridiculous, really. She was not his. She would never be his. Because Sky Foster was the daughter of River Foster, the notorious Mafia boss who ran the Crimson Serpents with a smile sharp enough to cut glass. And Charlie. He was the hired help. The bodyguard assigned to keep her out of trouble, or at least to try.

Liora’s POV Business had been, frankly, chaotic—in the best possible way. Within three months, I’d acquired another building in New York. The third casino under my family’s name was officially in progress. I was walking through the lobby with the décor team, halfway into a conversation about light fixtures, when a woman—yes, an actual woman—came flying out of nowhere and practically collapsed at my feet. I looked down. Viola. “Viola?” She stood, brushing herself off like nothing had happened, and flashed a tiny diamond ring that was barely visible unless you had a microscope handy.

I raise my voice slightly while he trembles. "It's a Mafia case! Your specialty." He snaps back earning a scrowl from me. "Even though..." I trail off running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. I can't even get some rest?! I needed a fucking vacation! "I'm sure you'd like this case. It involves the famous Mafia Queen." He pressed on and my ears perk up at the sentence. "You mean Arianna?" "Yes." Arianna Romano. The deadliest and the most terrifying woman in the whole of America. She's so mysterious no one has ever seen her face. Be it covering up with a veil or wearing a mask, she makes sure her identity is hidden whenever she's out killing people.

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.

My red dress straight down to my feet with a slit slicing through my legs and stopping just half way above my knee level. “A true diva would be crowned tonight. Not a baron”, Maria said with a smile. For some unknown reason she seems to know quite a lot more about the Mafia world than I did. All that I learnt was the little I had down while with my father and for the past seven years during my exile I totally exempted myself from the reality of the world that I came from. With a bow never to have anything with it except to finish the work I left behind. The revenge.

That wasn't even funny I gave him a slight punch on his elbow then I walked upstairs to the indoor cinema following his directions. "Wow, wow and wow!" I exclaimed on seeing the room. There were like six sofas and then a big screen in front, I think it was part of the wall. "you like it?" I heard him ask. "yea" I replied paying little or no attention to him. "I'm an only son from a royal family, my parents were killed when I was ten years in a mafia rivalry and all this are theirs "he said in a sad tone.

Forget space travel—explain the Tupperware phenomenon! Speaking of space, let’s imagine aliens. Not the scary, slimy kind, but the kind that lands here, looks around, and says, “You people pay money to watch other humans eat food online? You invented planes but still argue about pineapple on pizza? And you call your leader a Prime Minister even though they’re rarely first at anything?” The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief.