Mafia Queen In Real Life Novels & Stories

"Queen Nicole, I will investigate this matter immediately. Such an incident should never have occurred on my turf." I waved a hand dismissively. "No need. The culprit is right here." Merla flinched at my words, then hesitantly stepped forward. "Um… my dear fiance, you must be mistaken. Nicole was just a cheerleader from my high school. How could she possibly be the Queen of the Mafia? "I mean, we've known each other since high school. If she had any sort of background, wouldn't I know?" Even at this point, Merla clung to a sliver of hope. As far as she knew, I was just an ordinary office worker, barely scraping by at the bottom of society.

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 is a monumental task, but I know my woman she will not stop until she stops them all together. They have enlisted the help of the Mafia Queen Cassandria DeAngelis. She was the first female Donna. She and her husband, Matteo DeAngelis, rule over every crime family in the criminal underworld. That includes not only the mafia but expands to the Triads and the Yakuza as well.

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.

“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.”

Bianca tried to say "Did Chase tell you what we do for a living?" I asked her as I walked towards her "Yes, you own a million-dollar company," she said "No sweetheart we kill people for a living you see we're in the mafia well leaders of the mafia and me and my husband were the King and Queen of our world," I said and leaned against the table "You want to know what we do to people who mess with our family?" I asked her when I saw her face pale I took my knife from my boots and then looked at her

In between pains I arrived downstairs, and froze at the dining room entrance. Damiano, a middle aged woman, a young man and a lady sat around the table. “Miss Isabella, what wine did you ask for?” A maid called out, from the mini wine bar. Isabella? “Oh, Isabella Romano,” I utter internally, I recall the name on the contract. Damiano’s lover. She looked perfect, hair curled, lips glossed, wearing an outfit that screamed expensive Italian couture. And sitting beside her… was Damiano’s mother. Sharp eyes. Perfect posture. A woman carved from iron and ice. Just like the rumors say.

MASON * * I wanted to do things two ways, legitimately and illegitimately. I had an old friend, her name was Isabella she ran this Mafia cartel, the most feared woman around. Apparently, she was in a relationship with Fernando at a point, she’s the only person in the world he actually feared. She walked into my office ,”Grey”, she greeted me, I went on one knee and kissed her fingers. She smiled pleased, “The Queen”. I greeted her

“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.”

she stammered, her hands fluttering uselessly. The wail of an ambulance cut through the air as my body convulsed, the ground slamming into me. “If anything happens to him, you’re in deep shit, Emilia,” Theo snarled. “I’m not anything to him,” she whispered. Two men in orange rushed toward me, lifting me onto something hard and cold. Theo leaned in close, his shadow falling over her trembling frame. "You’re not just his wife, Emilia. You’re a Mafia Queen now."