Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

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.

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 knew where she was heading with this, and dread clawed up my spine. Granny’s eyes sharpened. “Mia, you ain’t saying anything. Neither is Kraven. I really want to know. You mean Giovanni of the Mafia? What does Kraven have to do with them in the first place?” My lips parted, but no sound came. Shame clamped my throat shut. Her gaze burned into me, demanding an answer I couldn’t form. “Wait! Wait!” She lurched forward, pointing a shaky finger straight at Kraven. “You mean this—” her hand trembled, “you mean this is Kraven of the Astor Mafia Empire?”

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.

"For you, I let the world believe I was dead." "To be with you, I gave up my identity, my status, everything." Her voice started to tremble. "I thought that would be enough to earn your love." My eyes widened. I finally understood everything. No wonder she was always so mysterious. No wonder she was so capable. No wonder she could do so much for me. She was the Rossi princess. The princess of the oldest, most powerful mafia family in Chicago. "Aurelia..." I reached out a trembling hand. "I didn't know... I never knew..."