Novel & Cerita Mafia Queens

she said. Dante placed the folder back on the desk. Then he moved closer. “You're becoming very confident.” “I've had to.” “Because of your new friends?” Aria's eyes narrowed. Dante noticed. That tiny reaction was enough. “So you do know.” Aria said nothing. “The headquarters,” Dante continued. “The people who bow their heads when you walk through the door. The people who call you Queen.” Aria's face remained composed. Dante watched her carefully. “You're the Mafia Queen.”

the officer casually shrugs though he is stunned by the information. "So the frail-looking girl who caught Wolf's affection is no ordinary girl" another whispered. "These men here are all fucked up. What a misfortune robbing a place with a Petrov woman inside" "A woman, looking more like a girl. It's quite deceiving though" three heads shook in bewilderment. Silence rules while they continue to watch. "That puny girl is the Petrov Mafia Queen. The ruler of the powerful Mafia" after a while Seville whispers, still in disbelief. ****😏****

I said and all the men stood near me I'm still looking at the door when we heard someone "The missing mafia princess of the Italian, American Mafia, and the granddaughter of the King that leads the European Mafia, and now she became a Queen. Who would have thought? Oh and don't forget that the Spanish king is her beloved," we hear someone say from the shadows "Ivy?" I asked as I recognized her voice "Oh my the queen knows me too bad you fucking murdered my brother, my sister, and father," she yelled "I didn't kill your father your brother did after he tried to rape me and your brother got no less than he deserved, he was the one who haunted me the most, he was there when Mia and Chad hurt me

"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. "

“There will be no more chaos outside these gates.” He turned slowly, letting his gaze fall across the men and women gathered. "The act of attacking the Mafia Queen is heinous, especially given her situation. She is not only the wife of Nikolai Moretti, our previous Mafia king, but she is also carrying the heir of this gang. And that is not a matter of debate,” he said, sharply. “But if you seek answers, if your faith in leadership trembles… then come inside. Let us discuss this with dignity, like the rulers we are supposed to be.”

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.

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.

Koa solemnly agreed, causing me to look between my mother and the boy who always owned my heart. "I'm glad we can reach an understanding. Now Eira, we need you to be the one to go undercover. They all know that you wanted out of this for as long as anyone can really remember. I need you to pretend to betray the family." My heart froze as she said the last sentence so nonchalantly. I began shaking my head frantically while looking at everyone seated around the table. I could not do that. I could do anything else, I would do anything else. Just not that. The mafia will test my loyalty. What if someone ends up seriously injured because of me?