Mafia's Daughter Novels & Stories

- I need your loyalty, because I can't do it alone, but I can't allow myself to be betrayed either. - Okay, start by telling me who Maria De La Cruz is, the beautiful Mexican who saved my life, and it wasn't by chance. - I won't tell you much, but I will tell you a little at a time. But let's make it mutual. Do you know who your daddy is? - Yes, a former hitman, and right hand of the most mafia doctor in Latin America. - Very well, you have accepted reality, congratulations, and me? do you know who I am?

I pushed her away and some footsteps was heard. She eyed me and sat down beside me. It was her father who came down the stairs. "Good morning boss." I greeted and we went upstairs to discuss business. After hours of talking,I was released only for Mia to stop me halfway down the stairs. "I knew you'd come back."she grabbed my hand. "What are you doing? What's wrong with you Mia?" I almost yelled but i came back to my senses when i realized she's the daughter of my boss,the boss who runs one of the deadliest mafia in here.

Small, real things in a place that often felt constructed entirely of tension. I waited until she'd set the dough aside to prove before I spoke. "Mara. Can I ask you something?" She wiped her hands on her apron and looked at me with that careful, unhurried attention of hers. "You can ask." "Why me?" I said. "When my uncle — when the debt happened. There must have been other ways to settle it. Money, property, something. Why did Damian take a person?" She was quiet for a moment, moving to rinse her hands at the sink.

She is the only daughter of the Italian mafia don, Alessandro Bianchi. She moved here to have a low profile life. She never said she is a mafia don’s daughter neither to Michael nor Jordan. But Michael just happened to find out unintentionally. A few months into their first year of high school, he was playing with his friends in the ground near her apartment. Three black cars halted in front of her apartment and most of them were bodyguards and only one woman who he assumed to be Rey’s mother and a guy who seemed to be a little older than him, her brother, perhaps. And a tall man with a well-built body and had a strong aura, the don himself, Alessandro Bianchi.

Her mind was completely blank, as she was shocked, speechless, and completely clueless as to what she should do. Daciana Lorenzo was the daughter of the Leader of the second-strongest mafia gang, Alfred Lorenzo. After being rivals for a bit of a long time, Damon’s mafia gang and Alfred’s mafia gang decided to form an alliance. A strong one at that. To seal the bond, Alfred betrothed his daughter to Damon. Daciana was pretty enthusiastic about the marriage, given that Damon happened to be a rich and very handsome man.

The mafia's maid. "No my friend, I have every confidence in you. What I needed most was a willing ear to make sense of my jumbled fears. You've done more than that."Damon voice out. "Fine let's finish them off then. We've inaugurated fear and effect it now time to strike." "Jeremy you should quit you've kidnapped their daughter already and it enough punishment for them." Damon said looking hurtful.

"He left that world when your mother was pregnant with you. But before that… he was the most feared enforcer." Cassandra bit her lip, trying to process what she had just heard. Alexander remained silent, allowing Cassandra to face the truth she had been seeking for so long. Cassandra took a deep breath, lowering her head. The world she had always hated, the one she had always seen as the enemy, was in her blood all along. "So… I’m the daughter of a mafia man?" Aunt Marrie looked at her with sadness. "You’re the daughter of a man who tried to escape that world. But that world never let him go."

he muttered before hanging up. Finally, she will be here under one hour, then I will be the one who would be ruling her world. I felt pity for what his father did to me. She is the daughter of a mafia! Those heartless mafia who goes against negativity and the Sicilian culture have always followed the righteousness. Our crimes are on purpose we don't murder people for our profits but for the world's protection. "Drive me to the airport, I want to see my rival's daughter," I said to the driver.

I nodded, hiding the dagger once more beneath my gown. We returned to the hall. I followed her in, my stomach twisting at the sight before me. Dozens of men sat, the Mafia elite, each face heavy with power. For the first time, I wondered why my father is so cursed in a way that he can't own a Mafia title. Then Mordecai’s voice thundered. “Massage my back while I speak.” I obeyed, stepping behind him. My gaze lifted, scanning the crowd and froze on her. A young woman, striking, dark-haired, her eyes sharp and cruel in their beauty. Betty Mordecai. His daughter.

He was weak from lack of oxygen and the extreme pain she was giving him. “You will regret even thinking that you could steal from me. Stealing from a Di Angelo.” “Di… Angelo?” I could hear a subtle hint of fear upon realizing the weight of that name. Maybe he finally remembered the name Sol. “What? You really think I was only using Sol’s name? My name is Cara Luna Di Angelo, daughter of Domenico Di Angelo, the late king of the mafia. I see the regret and fear in your eyes. Good.” She let him go before rising. In a swift movement, she kicked him and pulled the trigger for the last time. Blood floods out from the center of his chest. I could see the fear and regret in his still opened eyes des