Mafia Queen Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I need to let them know… who I am. “I’m not Jennie, who is a regular employee in the Queen’s Real Estate company. It is not true that she hired me to train in the Red Cartel headquarters,” I began with a firm and loud voice, making sure that they would hear every word I said. “In fact, I am Minerva Santiago, the daughter of Dranreb Santiago and Erich Santiago. The Santiago heiress. And the Red Cartel Queen.” They didn’t react. I expected them to. But I underestimated how open-minded they are. Maybe they have their initial reactions inside them, but their understanding and respect will overwhelm whatever they feel and think. So I continued what I was saying.

...Trinity POV... Everything is happening so fast now. I only have but just met Colton, and we have already been through so much together. Just a few days ago, I was a normal woman, and now, as crazy as it does sound, I am set to become what men in Colton's world call a Mafia Queen. Do I know what I am doing? Not the slightest bit at all, but with Colton by my side, I shall be able to set my mind to do what it is to what I wish it would be doing.

“Remind me again why you chose to stay in New York instead of living here.” He laughed, and then he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. I felt like a little princess, holding onto my dashing prince while we rode our carriage through our beautiful kingdom. Adrian certainly fit the look, with his chiseled jaw, dark eyes, and dangerous smile that made me weak at the knees. I could certainly see myself sitting beside him as he ruled his kingdom, and I supported him as his mafia queen. That would be a magical life.

You can see now how that got to me, right? I mean, I know that I am a spoiled brat but I worked for that! I am a fucking rich bitch and I accept that whole-heartedly. But no one is allowed to speak to me that way! I’m not just all talk. I actually know how to shut people up. I’m a fucking queen! Quite literally… I’m Mia Queen after all! “Are you serious, girl?” The girl asked in disbelief. “You just made the craziest and the toughest of the mafia men cry! How can you be bored?!” She frowned.

My heart was pounding, and my hands were shaking, hidden at my side, but I wouldn't let her see that. ​If this man was a Mafia lord, then I was a Mafia queen. I am going to find out exactly what kind of game was being played in this beautiful, gilded cage. As soon as I was out of her line of sight, I leaned my hand against a cold marble pillar, catching my breath. My back was throbbing in time with my pulse, and the bravado I had just displayed felt like a thin porcelain mask ready to crack. ​I needed to find him.

Bohdana asked. “Keep up with this life. I recently woke up and I don’t know if I am changing for the good,” she said. Bohdana saw the sadness in her eyes and said, “It’s a survival game. If you can’t get rid of his bitches, he’ll give the power you have to one of them, then you’ll be under the ground.” She didn’t need to ask any more questions in order to know that she needed to own the title of Queen. The Bardi Mafia’s Donna.

These directors are also part of our underground group. No wonder they are all close, they know each other’s skeletons and Giovanni admitted it to me. Giovanni cleared his throat. “Amara Corporation is influential in the African Mafia, that’s why I approved their proposal,” he said and they were all shocked by his news. “He doesn’t look like one, I mean, in a sense of not a strict person,” someone said.

Poor girl looking like she will cry any moment. "This is not fair. You are our queen. It has never happened in the history of Mafia. A queen is cleaning floor? No. I can't let this happen. I am your personal maid. I am responsible for all your needs and if some one tells you to do some work, you can order me to do that. My whole life is dedicated just for you my Queen. Please let me do this" She keeps telling me this that her life is dedicated to me. It feels really wrong.

her tits popping out a little, she has blue bright eyes with toned skin, Her hair is brunette, silky and long enough I could wrap it around my fist. She couldn't be real, I tried to convince myself yet again she is standing right in front of me as amusement flashed in her eyes. I scanned her beautiful body up and down. Dirty thoughts flooded my mind. I notice she has a tattoo on her left collar bone. It's shaped like a lion with a crown. So she's the leader of the Leoni d'Or. A smirk plastered across my face. Gabriella Sangriento, known as the mafia queen. She's beautiful but dangerous. She's going to be a challenge.

Just tell me," She insisted, avoiding my question. "Fine." I agreed. If she wanted to bear the burden of my identity, I owed her no favors. "You already know my name. I am a mafia king, and I deal with loads of drugs, money and dangerous people. I also have a long death list..." I smirked, relishing the scared expression that grazed her beautiful features. She was indeed beautiful. Her fair skin, dark hair, those piercing emerald eyes and full pink lips— "What?... You're not just a mafia guy...but a mafia king??"