Mafia Queen In Real Life 소설 & 이야기

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.

I said and he nodded and a smile appeared on his lips. "She is really moody and now a days I am scared of her." He said and I laughed. After discussing business he left. I can feel he is not even thinking that she will come. Just like everyone else... everyone thinks like that... that she has left Italian Mafia forever... she won't come back. She is now known as the Queen of Russian Mafia. Everyone respects her... but mostly no one has seen her. Everyone has seen only Helena. I don't know where she is hiding... now I don't even get news about her from my spies. They also have become her loyal now...

POV - GABRIELLA SANGRIENTO "Patetico." The man spat while he slowly paced around in circles, facing me with a smirk as I'm tied up. "I'm surprised you're not giving up yet. Quite impressed." He stops in his tracks and pays full attention to me. Animosity crawled through me. I want him to pay for doing harsh things to innocent children. This prick has no idea that I purposely let him kidnap me. I'm Gabriella Sangriento, the most feared woman in Italy. Known as the Mafia queen and leader of the Leone d'Oro. It's not so easy to capture me. If the fucking police force can't do it why would a disgusting child molester easily capture me.

“There will be no more chaos outside these gates.” He turned slowly, letting his gaze fall across the men and women gathered. "The act of attacking the Mafia Queen is heinous, especially given her situation. She is not only the wife of Nikolai Moretti, our previous Mafia king, but she is also carrying the heir of this gang. And that is not a matter of debate,” he said, sharply. “But if you seek answers, if your faith in leadership trembles… then come inside. Let us discuss this with dignity, like the rulers we are supposed to be.”

Daughter of Spanish mafia king Miguel Rigruduez and wife to Italian mafia heir, Adonis Alejandro Bernardi. In a few days, I would officially be the queen of the Italian mafia as I celebrate one year of being this handsome man's wife. I have learnt a lot and definitely am not who I used to be. Life has its ups and downs, and moving forward, there was no assurance that we wouldn't face more challenges, but I was ready. I am strong. I am tenacious. I am resilient. This is my revenge, and I wholeheartedly submit to my maf—

I sighed and scoffed at the ridiculous condition. “Aitana Greyson, Alessandro’s wife runs the biggest mafia network in the U.S.” He said but I literally fell from my chair. “Mafia?” I frowned. “Yes, she is the mafia queen of American Mafia syndicate but there’s more into the story.” He paused and munched the Belgian chocolates I ordered for Adeline but he stole one box. “This one box costed me five hundred dollars including the shipping charges which I am going to deduct from your payment. So, don’t stretch it and tell me the fucking truth.” I said slamming my fists on the table.

"Oh, do not give me that bullsh*t, you know who I mean" "I am afraid, I do not," Carmencita answered and looked around. "As you know, there are plenty of girls around here..." "The girl... The blonde-haired married to my son!" "Oh...!" Carmencita voiced and smiled. "The Mafia Queen." "She is no Queen!" Munika replied derogatorily and fisted her hands which were on top of the table. "Now spit it out. What have you been feeding her?" "Delicious food, healthy fruits and vegetables, vitamins for a strong and healthy womb, of course"

she whispers. I knew it. I knew my instincts weren’t wrong. “You need to call Mateo and have him get Renée out of there now!” she says, and I look at her, confused. “I know. She was packing when we were talking. I’ll just call her and ask her to hurry up.” Maria shakes her head vigorously. “No, you don’t get it—it has to be now!” I’m confused. “Why?” She looks up at me, worry written all over her face. “Because that woman right there is the queen of the Northern mafiadome.”

And I saw Jera, my mom. Is this how they planned to introduce me? Everyone was too focused on it, and even my eyes were glued to it. “Jera was the queen of the mafia organizations twenty years ago, despite being a strong and independent woman. She’s smart and has a heart for people, she has all the characteristics of being a perfect leader, she removed and made all of the mob’s illegal businesses stop. The mafia organizations who used to bring terror to the people extend their hand to help the poor, and those who were abused in the whole country.”

Damn. "Hello." I turned my head to the direction of the voice, my eyes met with that of a very dark one, his stare making me feel intimidated. "You made a wise choice." He suddenly let out. "E-excuse me?" I asked him. "You didn't answer the queen, when she called you a bitch." "Queen?" "Yes, that was Malia Frenzo- a Mafia Queen you definitely don't want to mess with." "B-but she's too young." "What can we do about it?" He asked with a sigh. I didn't know the answer to give him. He smiled. "I'm Carlos...Follow me, I believe we have something to discuss."