Mafia Queen Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I confessed. Maxine started laughing. "Shit, U, what's going on in that head of yours. I would never lay a finger on you. Not me, not anyone else. You have no reason to be scared Reina." I jolted at the name again. "What does that even mean?" "Reina?" "Yes." "Queen." He replied. "I am no Queen." I corrected. "Oh, but you are. You are my brother's woman. He's the Boss, you're his Queen."

Her head pushed forward, her forehead leaning against the door as she immediately raised her hands in surrender. “Who are you?" Was all she asked, trying to act tough even though I could see through her that it was all an act. “I am the one who has been waiting.” I said, my voice gentle. "I think you should know me as the mafia Queen of the Willie Mafia Family,”. "And am I supposed to quiver as the mafia Don of DeLuca empire?” I scoffed. "So, it's you huh? I've heard a lot about the dominant man who thinks he can do whatever he wants and nobody can stop him. I'm just glad you know you can't shoot me and get away with it. I'm breaking the record, huh?”.

Daughter of Spanish mafia king Miguel Rigruduez and wife to Italian mafia heir, Adonis Alejandro Bernardi. In a few days, I would officially be the queen of the Italian mafia as I celebrate one year of being this handsome man's wife. I have learnt a lot and definitely am not who I used to be. Life has its ups and downs, and moving forward, there was no assurance that we wouldn't face more challenges, but I was ready. I am strong. I am tenacious. I am resilient. This is my revenge, and I wholeheartedly submit to my maf—

The tallest of the three chuckled . "Why so soon? We just want to have some fun, I'm sure it could be fun for you as well". Panic began to rise in my chest, but I forced myself to stay calm. "Do you know who I am?", I demanded, "cause if not, I suggest you be on your way while you still can". My voice firmer now. They exchanged glances before the third man, with a scar running down his cheek, laughed. "Oh, we know exactly who you are, Isadora Gonzalez. The new queen of the cartel. Didn't think we'd notice you sneaking out for a midnight stroll eyy?" He replied.

she stammered, her hands fluttering uselessly. The wail of an ambulance cut through the air as my body convulsed, the ground slamming into me. “If anything happens to him, you’re in deep shit, Emilia,” Theo snarled. “I’m not anything to him,” she whispered. Two men in orange rushed toward me, lifting me onto something hard and cold. Theo leaned in close, his shadow falling over her trembling frame. "You’re not just his wife, Emilia. You’re a Mafia Queen now."

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.

For a moment, I thought I had misheard. “No.” Caterina stopped dead. She turned and, for the first time, looked directly at me. “What did you say?” My fingers curled into my palms. “The title has already been transferred. It’s mine.” After a brief silence, she laughed. “Evelyn, have you forgotten what you are?” She patted the car, her voice growing more contemptuous. “A car like this is meant for a Don’s wife. Not a whore.” “Theo let you wash off the smell of other men and play wife for three years. Did you really think everyone had forgotten how you used to work for him?”

I put it on anyway. I took my hair down from its sensible ponytail and brushed it until it fell dark and heavy past my shoulders. I lined my eyes in black, smudged them, painted my mouth the deep plum colour of old wine. When I finally looked in the mirror, a stranger looked back, with sharp cheekbones and a mouth that looked like it knew exactly how to ruin someone. I looked like a woman who didn't apologise. Good... Just for tonight, I thought, I am not Vittoria Marino. I am not anyone's wife, or anyone's heir, or anyone's mistake to fix.