Mafia Queen In Real Life Novels & Stories

...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.

The whispers, once a low hum in the halls of the Moretti villa, became a deafening roar. The news, a venomous piece of gossip that traveled faster than any encrypted message, had been leaked to the entire Mafia network. Amara was pregnant. The Queen, the cold, ruthless strategist who had brought an empire to its knees, was carrying a child. The shock was palpable, the implications devastating. The fire of her vengeance, they reasoned, had been doused, replaced by a vulnerability they could exploit.

•GIA• Mario Montez... He was my nightmare. He was a ruthless mafia king who killed for fun and didn’t care about anyone’s feelings but his own. He had two little sisters whom he protected with his life, and when my father killed his youngest sister in a failed assassin job meant for Mario, he came after my family and took everything that my father owned. He made him pay for his sins, and he stripped my father of everything that belonged to him. Including me.

I pressed my ear to the door and switched on the device. Voices came through clear. "To our new Godfather!" I knew that voice. It was Luca. I’d backed three of his casinos myself. "Seriously, Marco," Luca's voice was slick with a dirty laugh, "how did you put up with that ice queen for five whole years? Everyone says the Vettori princess is a useless ornament. Probably a dead fish in bed." A round of laughter. My nails dug into my palms.

I died in a gown that cost more than most houses. Red silk. Diamond choker. A single bullet through the heart. The Moretti ballroom was still playing violins when I hit the marble. Crystal shattered around me. My consigliere stood over me, gun smoking. My husband watched from three steps away and didn’t move. Guests screamed and ran. The chandeliers kept swaying. “You’re too soft to run this family, Caterina,” he said. “Queens don’t hesitate.”

I tell him. “Okay to answer your first question, yes it is your business because we are together. Second, no I never claimed him under the rule of mafia law, because he wasn’t my forever person. And I’m not sure what the Queen B reference is about but yes Cora-mío I will put a ring on it and I will claim you under mafia law if say the word” swoon I think but that short lived as a gasp I know all to well comes from the kitchen entrance.

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.

I picked it up and scrolled through the information that they'd managed to collect in such a short time frame. Jade Alvarez. It was a very interesting name. She was associated with the biggest known Mafia that ran the country almost as if it was their jurisdiction. She ran most of the family business it seemed, so there was a possibility that we would be getting a search party scouring our peaceful territory to look for her in some distant future, except that there was another piece of news that her father was dead, and his son was going to take over running the family business. There was something fishy about the whole situation but as long as she'd fallen into my hand, there was no way I w

Dad asked. "I think someone deleted the remaining footage" "Oh my God! This isn't good..Why will the bloody queen come to your house? " Mr.Richard asked. "I..I..I..I'm also confused" dad stuttered..This is the first time I've seen dad stuttering.. "Who the hell is this bloody queen?"I asked.. "The bloody queen is death herself..But I think she only kills those who has wronged her,probably in the past" Mr.Richard explained..

I listened in on the whole conversation. The great Miliani Hwang is just a broken girl under that tuff exterior. I've seen my men shudder at her name. I've seen my victims kill themselves trying to escape her wrath. She is ruthless but yet still so innocent, having never taken a life with her own hands.