Mafia Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You cut me off.” Damn. I did. But that still wasn't a valid excuse. “This is not what I pictured,” I muttered, brushing invisible lint off my leather coat. “Oh, baby, don’t be mad,” Nessa cooed. “It’s kind of cute, no? I mean, you’re the Bratva Queen. You burn buildings, lead fights and leave bodies. He reads books. It’s poetic. Yin and yang.” Her other voice piped in: “It’s giving ‘please ruin me, ma’am.’”

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”.

Quickly I grabbed my phone and placed a call to Nathan. The phone rang for minutes before I heard a voice, “Aria? Where have you been? I’ve been calling…” “Nathan…” My voice broke. “I need help. Please. My father… the mafia… they came. They’re forcing me to…” He exhaled sharply. “Aria, listen… things are bad everywhere. My parents are in debt too. Everyone is. That new IMF system destroyed everything. Loans, interests, taxes, people can’t breathe.” I pressed a hand to my forehead, dizzy.

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.”

"I remember when I first told Sebastian that I was pregnant. He was ready to kill my boyfriend. He literally held a gun to his head. Somehow, I managed to convince him that my baby will need his father." "That's crazy," I commented. She nodded her head, agreeing. "How come you live here and he lives in the US?" "I was born and raised there until I turned 10. You know what men in the mafia are like especially with girls. My mom didn't want that to happen to me so I live here. No one knows about me." Men in the mafia treat women like objects. As soon as a girl has come of age, she needs protecting. Offers for marriage will come like a ton of bricks. Some people will even go as far as kidnappin

"Oh, and book me a flight to Iceland. I want to see the Northern Lights." "As you wish, Donna." I hung up the phone. I looked at my reflection in the glass and smiled. This is the life. This whole 'mafia queen' gig? I fucking love it.

"I heard she had a daughter with you." Samir's narrowed his gaze at him. He had given June her address without knowing she was leading her to the Mafia Queen. Who knew if June had gotten to her? Then Rauf suddenly held his chin tight as if he wanted to pull his teeth out. "Where's her daughter?" Samir's head was running. Everyone knew about the Mafia Queen. She was the most powerful and the most wealthy mafia in the world. Her league was way higher than that of Rauf. If he could have the power of the mafia queen around him why would he have to bend down to Rauf.

Damn. "Hello." I turned my head to the direction of the voice, my eyes met with that of a very dark one, his stare making me feel intimidated. "You made a wise choice." He suddenly let out. "E-excuse me?" I asked him. "You didn't answer the queen, when she called you a bitch." "Queen?" "Yes, that was Malia Frenzo- a Mafia Queen you definitely don't want to mess with." "B-but she's too young." "What can we do about it?" He asked with a sigh. I didn't know the answer to give him. He smiled. "I'm Carlos...Follow me, I believe we have something to discuss."

Poor girl looking like she will cry any moment. "This is not fair. You are our queen. It has never happened in the history of Mafia. A queen is cleaning floor? No. I can't let this happen. I am your personal maid. I am responsible for all your needs and if some one tells you to do some work, you can order me to do that. My whole life is dedicated just for you my Queen. Please let me do this" She keeps telling me this that her life is dedicated to me. It feels really wrong.

“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.”