Mafia's Daughter Novels & Stories

“Aside from being the right hand of the defendant, what was his relation to this man?” “They have a child, I think they almost got married.” That’s when a tear escapes my eyes, not my son, please. “So could you tell us, why are you spying on that man and how did you catch them in the act of committing the crime?” “I am the daughter of Jera Young, the great mafia leader, and as her daughter, it is my responsibility to trace the root of all the crimes making me end up spying on that man, and gather all the pieces of evidence I’ll be needing to prove it.”

my stepmother whispered. My feet rooted to the floor. “Do you want us to die? I’m pregnant, for God’s sake. Think about the baby. All you have to do is give her to him.” My chest squeezed tight. A long silence followed before my father spoke, his voice rough. “He’s a killer. No matter what you say, I can’t sell my daughter to a mafia boss who murders people for fun.” My stomach dropped. Mafia? “No, no, don’t call it that,” my stepmother said quickly. “You’re not selling her. You’re just… letting him have her for a little while.”

He was looking out of the window absent-mindedly. A young and slim girl wearing sunglasses was standing next to him. She seemed to be speaking to him, but Jameson didn't seem interested. Suddenly, Miya recognized the girl. isn't she Sophia Moore?! Daughter of the American Mafia boss and younger sister of Jake Moore, who is said to be the best looking man of the year. As soon as Miya recognized them, she looked away, hoping to sneak away. I'd better stay away from these two! She thought. However, she wasn't quick enough.

I knew how to occupy myself and figured it was better this way. Well, allow me to explain, my father died when I was six, he was some maffia legend and my mother was left behind with me. two years later she got cancer, and although she survived, I was taken away from her to grow up in the system. Ever since my life has been hell, my last place was a three-and-a-half-hour drive, even longer by train to get to my hometown, Jackson Mississippi.

"When your foster parents couldn’t stand you, you ran back to steal my life. A mafia boss’s daughter with such a shameful past—imagine how disgusted Mom and Dad will be when they find out. And Lawrence...do you really think he’ll still want to marry you then?" I collapsed to my knees. "Please... don’t tell them. I'll quit piano. I'll do anything!" "Good dog." She ground her heel into my wounded fingers. "Remember—you get scraps when you obey. Try taking what's mine, and I'll bury you." "Oh my God! My dear daughter Claire, how much she's suffering!" I vaguely heard my mother's voice. It seemed that she was crying for me. "How can the heir to the mafia be abused and toyed with like this!" This

I slapped my own face, trying to snap out of daze, if only I knew how sick these mafias are on the inside. What is it between us? It’s not arranged, it’s not forced, it’s not even a dalliance, what is it? My life before was far from perfect, but it wasn’t as miserable as this. I’ve entered this home again as I have no pride. I’m the daughter of the mafia who denies my existence, a girl living in someone’s house who’s keeping me here without a reason, a person who just lost her friends, and a woman who doesn’t have pride.

I cut their flesh open slit their throats without any hesitation Well you guys are probably wondering how in this world i know any of this? well in my world i am the daughter of the worlds second biggest mafia. Sandra Holland!

I replied, and he agreed. “Alright. It’s only a lecture, and it’s not like she is going to be used. It will help her understand the master-to-servant relationship. Besides, she is your first purchase since your last visit to the Dark Realm Auction, and it made me wonder why you purchased her.” “Dad, there’s nothing to be worried about. First of all, she is the daughter of Felix Moraga, one of our mafia members in this city,” I said, the line going silent.

“Ever met someone from the mafia?” The man shook his head so fast it was almost comical. His son whimpered behind him, still clutching his sleeve. “Shut up already!” Alerina snapped at the boy, her patience gone. “I can’t hear my uncle over your whining. One more sound and I’ll sew your mouth shut myself.” The boy clamped his lips shut instantly, tears still streaming silently down his face. Leon chuckled, clearly entertained by her cruelty. Leon turned back to the father. “That disrespectful girl you were about to strike?” He gestured toward Alerina. “She isn’t just any brat. She’s the only daughter of the De Rossi Mafia. Heard of them?”

“I know that. That’s Matteo and Fiona’s daughter; Ravenna. It was amusing to see you two lie.” “Well, she found a file that included your name, her parents’ names, along with a bunch of names. In that file, a vast sum of money was floated around. She wants to know what business you all had that involved such amount of money.” “I know what you’re talking about. We made that transaction just a day before their demise. Her parents were funding a project that helped rescue some women that got trafficked, and I was kinda like the middleman. It cost a lot of money, and Fiore didn’t agree with their decision.”