Mafia Queens Novels & Stories

Seven years later…. "Chris, the shipment is ready for pickup." Mario reported to the Comare as she sat in her office, smoking a cigarette. "Mmmm." She hummed in response. She didn't talk much. She was more business than friendly… Even though she was a woman, she still exuded power and dominance. This woman was none other than Christina Walker, the Mafia Queen Comare. She had grown into a highly charming woman and was able to arouse deep desires in any man she wanted but she was too busy building her father’s business having taken over from Victor at the first chance she got.

Wait, a second…Aiden was the mole in our familia and our boss seek help on Lilium Familia since they were good on security…Lium, be honest with me, are you telling me that you’re married to the cold queen of torment? “Wow, I didn’t know that my wife had that kind of title, I thought she was just called the queen.” he chuckled at what he learned from his friend about his wife. ‘HAHAHA! Every boss in the mafia called her Queen or the Torment Queen but to us, we called her the cold Queen of Torment. She could torment you even with just her piercing cold gaze.’ “You saw it already?” he wondered as he didn’t realize that there was already somebody - someone was already listening to their conversa

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?"

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.

I couldn't help but get a shock after another, and the heart-numbing part was that everything she was saying was true. "Ottawa secret, I won't tell you, but just know that the lady Ace came with is not just a friend to him, and they have had a history before you; it was also part of the reason why Queens was built; this is all I can tell you. You have almost lost Ace once. Not only me but the other three heads over there know that your relationship with Ace is currently fragile, so they might not even take care of you when you go over there, and once you make another mistake, I promise you that Ace will never look your way again. Those three are not wicked nor heartless, although they are in

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.

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.”

“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'll be back with the second series. There would be another part and I intend to make the title return if the mafia queen... Although it depends on my editor, if she offers me the contract or not 😊, I love you all you remain my family now and forever... I thank you for the love you had showed my book from the beginning until this very moment, it means the most to me , if I made any mistake or errors please do pardon me... I hope you all understand, I'm still learning and acquiring knowledge never ends. I'll try to give you what you want in the next book, she'll be back and ruthless... There will be lots of sex scenes as well so if you do not like it then don't bother about the second part o