Mafia Queen In Real Life Novels & Stories

She was the only woman who made lords fall at her feet, with or without her enchanting face. Everyone knew her but not her origin. Even heirs of Mafia groups and families couldn’t beat the Mafia Queen who had no trace of a Mafia family line. She was just a Mafia, a Mafia who started her world all alone. The door creaked open and her most trusted employee walked in. Gina wasn’t just the head of the maids in her house; she was like a mother to Selena, the only one who accepted her without a doubt or question. “Master Lorenzo Almitta just left, he seemed to be in a fit of rage,” she muttered before picking up the body scrub.

“These decide how long you have to live. Depending on your answers is how slow and torturous I make it.” “Stupid woman. You can’t scare me.” “Uncle, I would answer her questions. She is definitely the one you should be scared of.” Veronica smiles but holds her hand up to Luis. “I forgot. I didn’t introduce myself. It’s a pleasure to meet you El Jefe. I am Donna Veronica Molina of the Sanchez Mafia also known as the Mafia Blood Queen.” Jesus’s face pales and he gasps. “No. It’s not possible. She is a myth.”

"If I tell I'm dead along with my entire family," "And if you don't tell, you'll still be dead, except I'll make the pain last longer." Then came Elena. Being someone who had lived and ruled some part of the underworld at some point, Alvaro knew a lot of Mafia bosses, and he certainly knew who Elena Gomez was. She was the most fearsome Mafia Queen, she even unofficially ruled a country, her power was unimaginably terrifying. "Elena Gomez?" Alvaro uttered, what was Elena Gomez doing there? He was totally confused, and he was feeling scared.

She slid off her heels and hit the bed almost immediately. I had sorted the whole issue with Costa and given her the land I did previously own. She was a ruthless woman with a reputation that no one wants to mess with – the queen of fucking Europe and South America. Honestly, her entrance into the mafia world had stunned the whole world. Mexicans were considered the most misogynistic. So when her father decided to exclude her, it came as no surprise when she killed him and hung his head, establishing her power and dominance before starting wars and winning them with multi mafia leaders.

However Justin ignored her. "Are you stupid or something? You disturbed me in the middle of a photoshoot to tell me to buy you a pair of shoes?" Isabella yelled in anger. "I think it's time I send my men from the underworld to take care of you." Justin, who was unaffected by his sister's threat causally sipped his coffee. The same however couldn't be said for Jasmine. Everyone knew that Isabella Gerano Fraser was the wife to the Mafia king which made her the Mafia Queen.

His coffee cup froze halfway to his mouth. “No. Fucking. Way. The notorious mafia king was a queen all along?” Bryan said in awe. Mafia king? Queen? I stared at him, confusion furrowing my brows together. “Who’s she?” He set his cup down slowly, eyes still locked on the officers, as they headed towards the special holding corridor. “That’s Elena Voss. The Don Cracker. She was always seen with a mask, rumour had it was to hide a scar but what I least expected was that she was a woman.

HERE'S THE PLOT; Gabriella Merliah Antonio, a 24 year old beautiful, hottest, badass female Mafia Donna that leads the most powerful, Royal Mafia in whole of Mexico and America called 'The Royals'. Running the most ruthless and powerful royal mafia can be hard work, but it has it's advantages. Besides, she's capable of doing almost everything because this is what she has been training for her whole life. Everything was going perfectly well in her life till the day she came face to face with her greatest enemy whose also her ex from college, Anthony Castillo.

I raise my voice slightly while he trembles. "It's a Mafia case! Your specialty." He snaps back earning a scrowl from me. "Even though..." I trail off running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. I can't even get some rest?! I needed a fucking vacation! "I'm sure you'd like this case. It involves the famous Mafia Queen." He pressed on and my ears perk up at the sentence. "You mean Arianna?" "Yes." Arianna Romano. The deadliest and the most terrifying woman in the whole of America. She's so mysterious no one has ever seen her face. Be it covering up with a veil or wearing a mask, she makes sure her identity is hidden whenever she's out killing people.

“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.”

I didn't wanted her to know that I worked as a waitress, it was not like I was ashamed of what I was doing but I knew that the queen bee will some how manage to present me as a joke again. Ava rolled her eyes at me. "Ariadne is that you?" Ava patted my back as she walked past me. Great so she saw me. Ava was not from a wealthy family but some how she always managed to put on the wealthy lifestyle. No one knew what her parents did. There were rumours that her father abandoned her and her mother. Her mother was a prostitute. I am not sure about it. And I am not claiming anything. I have just heard it. Maybe this is the reason why Ava values money over everything.. Or maybe she is just that sel