Novel & Cerita Mafia Queen

"I am the girl you will seek at the request of Mr. Alfred Zeroun Mendrick. Laura Valerie Alexander." But still. The woman's sharp gaze didn't change at all. Even though Laura had already said who she really was. Laura smile evilly and then walked around the woman as she continued to speak. "I'm sure you know who I am. I am the Son of Mr. Aric Alexander. The most feared head of the American Mafia and Damian Mendrick's greatest enemy. And you, you know that, don't you?" "Why are you tying me up like this? You want to kill me because I interfered in your dealings with Mr Alfred and his family? Is that what you want to do?" asked the woman named Zena Mikayla while continuing to stare intently.

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

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

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."

Chief says, and we three took a seat across from him. “Do we have to go on some mission? Chief.” I asked, looking at the stakes of files on his table. “You can say that.” He takes out some files and opens a folder, sliding it towards us. “You know about the underworld mafia queen, she is coming back to France.” He says. My gaze went to a picture and my heart started beating loudly against my ribcage. Valencia!! It's a photograph of her, she doesn't show much of her face in the media and whoever sees her face, they're not alive anymore.

Mafalda is actually really cool on the murderous, sadistic side. She talks allot about how much she loves working in the mafia. I honestly don't get how anyone could enjoy it but then again, I didn't have a choice. I swallow the liquor she pours in my glass and hiss at the afterburn. We've been out in the patio for almost three hours now; I can feel the alcohol starting to take effect. "You really shouldn't mind Vince, you know." she says casually taking a sip from her cup. I look at her questioningly. Her soulless eyes glance back and she sighs. "I shouldn't even be telling you this. Do you know what happened to the boys' mother?"

she whispers. I knew it. I knew my instincts weren’t wrong. “You need to call Mateo and have him get Renée out of there now!” she says, and I look at her, confused. “I know. She was packing when we were talking. I’ll just call her and ask her to hurry up.” Maria shakes her head vigorously. “No, you don’t get it—it has to be now!” I’m confused. “Why?” She looks up at me, worry written all over her face. “Because that woman right there is the queen of the Northern mafiadome.”

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—

“It’s just begun.” Three Weeks Later – The De Luca Estate – Coronation Night The ballroom shimmered in gold and blood-red. A crown sat on a velvet cushion. I stood in a black dress, fire embroidered into the hem. The crowd watched as Alessandro placed the crown on my head. Valentina De Luca. Mafia Queen. Later That Night – The Rooftop The stars felt closer. The air heavier. Alessandro joined me with two glasses of wine. “Do you regret it?” he asked.

“Remind me again why you chose to stay in New York instead of living here.” He laughed, and then he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. I felt like a little princess, holding onto my dashing prince while we rode our carriage through our beautiful kingdom. Adrian certainly fit the look, with his chiseled jaw, dark eyes, and dangerous smile that made me weak at the knees. I could certainly see myself sitting beside him as he ruled his kingdom, and I supported him as his mafia queen. That would be a magical life.