Mafia Queen In Real Life Novels & Stories

"A fucking pain in the ass. Doesn't stop pushing any of my buttons." His fiancée was Moya Vitiello. The Italian Mafia psycho. Crazier than any of the dons in that regions. She's known as the Dead Queen. The batshit crazy woman who doesn't mind killing anyone. Dimitri told me about how their first meeting was her shooting her brother and wanting to kill her dad. She most definitely was crazy but in the long run I think she was the right match for Dimitri. Both were psychos. "will the big bad Dimitri fall in love for once?" I teased him.

“Life has been hard in Switzerland. I didn’t have enough money to pursue my art. Then I learn that my father wasn’t my real father. My real father has been in jail because of his involvement in the mob. I had to quit school. And because of that I came to know my boss. Since then I had been used as a tool.” Right, he travels the world as a musician. It would be easier for him to get jobs done without raising suspicion. “My boss doesn’t have that much ambition. He’s content of how he runs our clan in Switzerland. Until I met Luciano. He plans to take over New York. And he can’t do that with the Russians controlling the business.” “You already knew who I was even before we met?” I asked him, al

The driver parked the car in the underground parking lot after dropping Catherine and Sarah at the doorstep. Something caught Catherine’s attention when she has just reached the door. She turned back to take a good look when she found a video playing on the big screen on the opposite building of mart. The video was of a very fine, handsome man giving an interview. She recognized the man in an instant. The man is the president of Vitale Group, Evan Vitale, her brother’s closest friend, and her childhood sweetheart. Their parents also shared the closest bond despite being from two Mafia clans, so the children also became the closest kin to each other.

His shoulders were rigid. A small audio recorder sat on his desk. Jasmine sat on the leather sofa, clutching a tissue and weeping loudly. "Play it," Dominic ordered without turning around. Chase pressed a button. My own voice filled the quiet room. “I can get Luca out. No, I don't care about the mafia boss. He means nothing. I just want the money. Get the cash ready.” My blood turned to ice. "That is not real. They cut my words together..." "Silence." Dominic turned around.

I slammed the laptop shut, the sound sharp in the silence. They thought they could humiliate me. Strip me of my position and give it to that old fart. I should have known they were in it when they kept brushing me off and prolonging our call. A laugh tore from my throat, bitter, low and dangerous. “If they want a mafia king so badly, then I’ll give them one. One way or the other."

he asked astonished, his lips trembling in shock at my unexpected response. “You want to tell him, right? Go ahead and do so. You think I would get on my knees and beg you not to?” I chuckled, my eyes tilting with anger. “Hell no!! Have you forgotten who I am? I am the Mafia Queen!! One who makes men tremble!!” I took another bold step forward, my arms wrapped around my chest. “I was born in blood, Lorenzo. I was raised by a tyrant, and I have taken down men who were more powerful than you”.

My men yelled at me and we instantly retreated, while still pointing a gun at him and his men, we ran to our car and drove off at a high speed. "Khloe, you are a mad woman," Diego said as he tried to catch his breath. I bursted into laughter at the way he struggled to breathe. "And you are a woman, why were you so scared, Diego?" I said to him as I unwrapped my arm. "Because Uncle said we shouldn't go after the diamond, remember it's theirs - we stole from them twice!" Diego said, referring to my father. My father, the former head of the Italian Mafia group, had handed me the title of Queen of the Mafias. Of course, he wouldn't like me going after the diamonds, but they belonged to my late m

Audacity of this woman to ask me after planning on killing me! "You'll be the Queen of the Mafia Prince of America."

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.