Mafia Queen Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The auction starts. It’s everything I should’ve expected and more. Guards flank the walls. Waiters flit between tables with wine. A screen lights up with items: guns engraved with old family crests, blades made of obsidian, stolen Fabergé eggs, ancient rings that once sat on the fingers of dead kings. I blink. So this is real mafia shit. Testosterone, money, and blood—it’s all in the air. Very on-brand for these psychos. Still... it gets boring quick. The novelty wears off after the fifth weapon with a blood-stained legacy.

Kairo had chosen it for me; it was a face that wouldn’t draw too much attention, yet beautiful enough to slip into any room unnoticed until it was too late. The changes weren’t drastic. A nose job to soften my features, liposuction to refine my jawline and my once-blonde hair was now dyed black. I dragged a hand through the strands, letting them fall over my shoulders. The woman staring back wasn’t the girl I used to be. That girl had died along with her family. Now, I was someone else. I was The Ghost.

Damitri finished. "You stupid fucking idiots" Ace chuckles "She's trying to grow your family again, she's trying to bring the King name back into the Mafia world" The Kings exchange a look and I feel my anger grow "You knew and didn't stop her"

I confessed. Maxine started laughing. "Shit, U, what's going on in that head of yours. I would never lay a finger on you. Not me, not anyone else. You have no reason to be scared Reina." I jolted at the name again. "What does that even mean?" "Reina?" "Yes." "Queen." He replied. "I am no Queen." I corrected. "Oh, but you are. You are my brother's woman. He's the Boss, you're his Queen."

Wait, a second…Aiden was the mole in our familia and our boss seek help on Lilium Familia since they were good on security…Lium, be honest with me, are you telling me that you’re married to the cold queen of torment? “Wow, I didn’t know that my wife had that kind of title, I thought she was just called the queen.” he chuckled at what he learned from his friend about his wife. ‘HAHAHA! Every boss in the mafia called her Queen or the Torment Queen but to us, we called her the cold Queen of Torment. She could torment you even with just her piercing cold gaze.’ “You saw it already?” he wondered as he didn’t realize that there was already somebody - someone was already listening to their conversa

It was a backless dress, the fabric clung around my neck t keep my small breasts in place and the skirt was loose and flowing. I had worn pearl earrings with a matching pair of bracelets and silver strapped stilettos. My hair was curled in large ringlets to give it some volume and my makeup was kept simple with only red lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara. After all, I am a crime boss, not a princess; no matter how much I wanted to be. "You got this, Miliani," I hiss at my reflection," You are a strong, powerful woman. You got this."

Hansel yelled," What? She did that? " " She seems to have taken control and knows exactly what she is doing. After ten years, I thought she would still be a child who didn't know her way around the world of the Mafia but I was wrong. She carries the blood of Santino in her veins after all. I cannot help you anymore, Hansel. Not until I understand the full capacity of the Di Marco Queen "The President was retreating and I was glad he made the right choice instead of plotting against me again" "What? You're backing out because of a child" Hansel cursed.

Before they'll ever willfully give me the respect Andre commanded of them. I wanted to be worthy of the title of Mafia Queen of the Cosa Nostra. I knew I would never gain the respect of these men if I cower behind Andre and choose to be blissfully ignorant of the darkness of the mafia. I didn't want to hide from the dark side of the Cosa Nostra. I wanted to embrace it. To become it. I wanted to be seen and recognized as worthy enough to stand by Andre's side. To be feared and respected by both his enemies and allies.

“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.”

Liam shifted his gaze from one person to the next, trying to gauge their intentions. “Well, well, well,” said the blonde woman, a hint of amusement in her tone. “Look who’s finally decided to join us.” The blonde woman's name was Sheila, also known as the queen of the underworld. She was a ruthless and fearsome mafia boss, she was one of the few women who ran a mafia. "Are you the boss?" Liam asked, stoically. "Yes." Sheila replied in a tone devoid of any emotion, locking eyes with him. "Liam Danvers right?" She asked, maintaining her serious expressions. It was her serious attitude and ruthlessness that made her a feared mafia queen.