Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

His face remained stoic. I noticed why he was acting this way. Guests were coming toward us and talking to us. He talked to the guests who congratulated us on our engagement. I put on my fake smile for them while, from the corner of my eye, looking at Nico, who held a small smile for the guests that vanished as thin as air. Nico's hand tightened as I saw a woman walking toward us. I knew she was an actress and also a daughter of the Mafia; her name was Anastasia Kirova. Her black eyes looked at Nico for longer, and Nico's body stiffened as she walked toward him.

We even went to Dubai together and it was probably one of the best places with someone especially with the good company I had with him. Anyways back to me as usual, Russia is an amazing country. The pure snow settles down softly and gently, just like the fairy-tale atmosphere. It was an unreal place to be in and to be honest the true reason I was here was one of my friends had just got married and to the big bad Russian Mafia boss, Dimitri Ivanov. Before you say anything, it was an arranged agreement since she was a child to stop the Russian and Italian war. She was the Italian mafia princess, but their family believed women should not be allowed in the Mafia.

His desperate howls rang through the dungeon. Angelina came to me immediately after she left the dungeon. She sat across from me with an obsequious smile. "I can give you the ledger for all of the Passinis' core businesses, along with everything my Padre runs, Signora Valerini." "What do you want in return?" I asked apathetically, lounging on the couch and toying with a handgun. "I want out of this city and five million dollars to start over," she answered, her eyes burning with greed.

Lorenzo asked. "I figured it out on my own." I lied. "Princess, you told us something that you weren't ready to tell us so we have something to tell you. We're in the mafia." Dad said making my heart drop. "Do you guys sell girls or abuse them?" I asked shocking them all by what I asked. "No, of course not baby, we just kill the ones who deserve to killed, we don't do any of that other stuff." Lorenzo said making me nod.

He placed his finger under my chin and forced me to look up into his deep blue eyes. “Koa what the hell are you doing?” I whisper-shouted. “Sit d--” My words were cut off as he lowered to my level and planted his lips against mine. The kiss was passionate and I began to kiss him back when he shifted into the booth that I was sitting in. We finally pulled apart, my breathing slightly heavier due to the impromptu makeout session. Koa briefly looked upset when he had to pull back from me when the food was being brought out to our table. I desperately tried to relax my breathing while he looked completely calm and put together. He smirked while I began sipping at my cold water quickly. “I should

The Monticello Arrangement PART 1 Intro; Isotta Monticello is Italy’s quietly dangerous mafia princess not born to gowns and gilded halls alone, but to an empire stitched together from ports, secrets, and old debts paid in blood. She walks the world smiling, bilingual and immaculate, but beneath the silk and diamonds are the iron teeth of a woman raised to survive in a world that devours the soft.

“The yellow envelope must have been a threat from Dell Rosie. Besides, it was clear that she don’t know who Romero is. To Mia, he is a foreign man.” Now three pairs of eyes stopped their game of pool and focused on Jaxon. “Not to mention of her true identity and the fact that she has a ‘missing’ twin sister and the cause of her mother's death, as well as the background of Mia's real mother. She must have been unprepared, realizing that she was the rightful heir to a mafia organization. Do you want me to tell her that she is the missing princess? And her head was rewarded with five billion? I think you will also choose to remain silent.”

“What do you mean she’s part of a mafia?” He took a slow breath, letting the tension simmer in the room before delivering the blow. “She’s a Mafia Princess. She comes from royal blood in another country.” I blinked. Once. Twice. For the first time in a long time, I felt completely stupid. The words didn’t make sense. Chandria? The woman who used to hide under the covers when it thundered? The woman who looked so fragile I was afraid to break her? A princess of a crime syndicate?

“You killed someone who never hurt you. Someone who loved him.” At the mention of him, something sharp flickered inside me, but I crushed it immediately. I straightened my back, lifting my chin. I didn't say it with regret, my voice even, icy. "I am the Mafia princess. And Reinaldo deserved to lose what he loved." The subsequent silence was heavy, deadening. Mia stared at me as if she had never seen me before, as if she was searching her mind for that magic moment when I became someone other than who she had thought I was.