Mafia Queen In Real Life Novels & Stories

"Let's see if our little mafia is growing alright, okay?'' I whispered, and she gave me a single nod before burying her head in the crook of my arm, hiding from the rest of the world. My free hand sunk into her curls, and I massaged her scalp gently while flashing a signal to Leigh. She nodded with understanding and jumped to work. Her movements were stealthy, but so so so damn swift. It was the way they were silent, yet firm and strong enough to break everything. She may not wear tattoos like her husband's, but everything about her told you all the things about her. Even if you didn't hear stories of her bombing air crafts full of civilians, you knew. Leigh-Ari Cattanio - alderman was a blo

I assure you. —Sooner or later, your nature will surface, and you won’t be able to escape it. Isabela had always wanted to escape the fate her father had set for her, but destiny, just as he had said, caught up with her. She had become what her sister desired—a mafia queen. Now, she faced the darkness she had always tried to flee from. She was the Moretti queen, and no matter how many tried to take Alejandro down… As long as she was alive, no one would touch her husband.

Forget space travel—explain the Tupperware phenomenon! Speaking of space, let’s imagine aliens. Not the scary, slimy kind, but the kind that lands here, looks around, and says, “You people pay money to watch other humans eat food online? You invented planes but still argue about pineapple on pizza? And you call your leader a Prime Minister even though they’re rarely first at anything?” The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief.

Isabella pressed trembling fingers against her lips as emotion crashed violently through her chest again. How had everything spiraled this badly? Just weeks ago her biggest worries had been school assignments, social drama, and figuring out her relationship with Alessandro Valenti. Now? Now she was hiding inside a secret house with his father, one of the most feared mafia kings in the country while rival families hunted her existence. Gunmen. Blood. Threats. Death. Her eyes squeezed shut painfully. “No…” A broken sound escaped her throat, as she truly let herself think about it. Really think about it.

Adriana found her there, as always, her cousin’s eyes sharp with curiosity. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, “Adriana teased, though her voice softened when she saw Emily’s pale expression. “What happened?” Emily hesitated, then whispered, “They’ve arranged my marriage. To Antonio DeLuca’s son. ”Adriana froze. Then her lips parted in disbelief. “Jason DeLuca? The mafia heir?” Emily nodded, her throat tight. Adriana cursed under her breath. “Emily, you can’t. He’s not for you. You’re a princess—pure, radiant, the people’s symbol. Marrying him will drag your name into the mud”.

miss Clara said and then continued, " the previous one he had died while trying to terminate the pregnancy she had for him. Well, be careful," that she stood up and left leaving the both of them speechless. " hey calm down," Chloe said breaking the unusual silence between them, if I were you, I would be happy to be in your shoes, getting to see the mafia king every day not only occasionally, and for him to also have you on his bed. Think about it, it is a great opportunity you know the opportunity to come but once." "What's amusing?" Chloe asked as Ashley gave a hysterical laugh.

I start letting myself believe that it’s a nightmare and I will wake up soon. And though I’m the Mafia's princess, I feel anything but royalty. I would give it all up just to hold my husband once more. The words that Bianca said earlier come rushing back. How am I going to deal with this? They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. But I wonder what they would say revenge leads to?

A jealous look flashed in her eyes then she became angry thinking that she was intimidated by this damn woman even for a second. So what if she was beautiful? With her ugly black hair and horrible fashion taste she could hardly keep a man down. What if she was smart and capable? She had no degree and wouldn’t agree to unspoken rules to climb. All she could do was be stepped on and used by everyone to go higher! “What’s with that look?” Rita snapped. “We don’t keep idle people here. I'm kindly giving you work to do, shouldn't you be grateful?”

He stepped closer and lowered his voice. “Let me tell you something. Kael isn’t just the heir to the Montenegro family.” His lips nearly brushed my ear. “He’s also a mafia boss. I’m telling you this so you’ll be careful from now on.” I was speechless. Slowly, I glanced toward Kael. My knees nearly gave out. All this time, I thought I was just taking care of an amnesiac man. Turns out, I had just lied to a mafia boss.

Not just married—but to Luca Ricci. When the fuck did that happen? None of my intel said they even knew each other. No whispers. No sightings. No warning. She is mine. I clench my fists, jaw tight. “Call the men,” I growl. “We need to get our queen—before anything else happens.”