Mafia Queens Novels & Stories

They were gaunt, all the old arrogance of mafia princes gone. "Victoria! Victoria, save us!" Lorenzo dropped to his knees in front of me, sobbing. "I was wrong! Big brother was so wrong! We’re family, please, for the love of God, help us! The loan sharks are going to kill us!" Marco was on the ground too, banging his head on the pavement. "Victoria, we were blind! Fiona, that bitch, she fooled us all! You're our only sister! You're a Don now! You could pay our debts with pocket change!"

"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

he ask while we walk out of his house. I look at him like he's stupid "I'm not apart of the mafia I am the mafia," I say. He raises an eyebrow at me. "okay, maybe I'm not the mafia but I am a mafia queen I was born into the mafia so I'm mafia by blood," I tell him. he nods his head in understanding. "but seriously I am the mafia technically because Luca is the King of all mafia and he is the mafia so technically I am the mafia," I say trying to convince Blake but it didn't seem to work cause all he did was bust out and laugh. I pout a little and go over to Luca and I's car. "

I kept my back straight as my fingers curled and my eyes swept over the crowd. “Alessia Nikolai Moretti,” Vescari said formally, “by the power vested in this council, by bloodline, and by right, we crown you Queen of the Mafia.” Slowly he picked up the crown and set it on my head. It felt slightly heavy but not more than the responsibilities that came with it. Mr. Vescari bowed before me. “All hail the Mafia Queen,” he declared. "The Queen had risen." An announcement was made. "Long live Queen" everyone cheered in unison.

The club was only dimly lit, the air thick with the reek of alcohol and despair. It was the kind where handshakes sealed deals and were broken by gunfire. I sat in the quiet booth, whiskey in front of me, back to the wall. I waited. For her. Fiorella D'Angelo. The so-called queen of her father's empire. I'd spent the day wondering whether she'd be even remotely the woman people described. The mafia had a reputation for exaggeration, making men monsters, women mythical legends that people couldn't even touch. Most of the time, that's just what they were, exaggerated tales.

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.

"Oh, do not give me that bullsh*t, you know who I mean" "I am afraid, I do not," Carmencita answered and looked around. "As you know, there are plenty of girls around here..." "The girl... The blonde-haired married to my son!" "Oh...!" Carmencita voiced and smiled. "The Mafia Queen." "She is no Queen!" Munika replied derogatorily and fisted her hands which were on top of the table. "Now spit it out. What have you been feeding her?" "Delicious food, healthy fruits and vegetables, vitamins for a strong and healthy womb, of course"

She was the only being who dares call him by name in the whole of the Mambas Organisation, no one else ever dares that. He adores her so much and she had opted to be the father she never had, and she, the daughter he never had. They were infact, family they never had to themselves. He had nurtured and trained her for nine years now, and she had grown into a beautiful strong lady. She was his right hand man, and had gone for so many operations and of course, returned victorious. She had become so dreaded just like him, and had been nicknamed Queen Mafia, for she had become mafia herself. Boss J was the name they had begun calling her.