Mafia's Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

"I didn't tell you all of this so you would feel sorry for her. I wanted to open your eyes to the fact that Dante Luciano is a lunatic. "His repentance and revenge are meaningless. The damage has been done. Your Padre won't come back to life, and your wounds won't disappear." "I know," I muttered. "No, you don't," Uncle Marco retorted, shaking his head. "You grew up with him, and you still think of him as the young boy who will bandage your wounds when you're injured. That boy died a long time ago, Lina. "The man you're up against is the Don of a mafia family. His hands are steeped in blood, and he's stubborn to a fault."

It’s not always a good sight to behold, and not to say the least that he is the most powerful and feared man in the history of the Russian mafia. He held great wealth, which he got from how many wars he had won and through his wisdom. He could be anything you wanted him to be, but he could never be a dad to me. He didn’t even let me call him that. On one occasion, I casually called him “dad” it was just a slip of the tongue but I was put in chains and beaten to a pulp for calling the mafia boss “Dad.” So when I was taken to Base Two, I was locked up in a very dark room. I guess because I was practically blindfolded all the way to the place, so even if my brain was thinking of escaping from t

She do not have strength to handle that part of him that is all to friendly and childish. She would have denied that he isn't Morgan the sing of the late Donahue if she hasn't witnessed that part of him that does nothing than to give him stress. She thought that he is too child like to be the man in charge of a great mafia. A man who put so much fear in the heart of Damon a great mafia.

"Please let me go. You need help, I won't tell anyone—" "You aren't going to tell anyone anything because I am going to kill you," he snapped. "My youth was killed by Williams, and then your fucking killer boyfriend destroyed the rest of it. What do you say, bitch? An eye for an eye?" "My father is dead!" "I know," he said and then smiled. "I met my daughter too. She's pretty, got her mother's looks, but her eyes... they are like mine." Please no!

he asks me and I look up, shaking my head. " She was my prize." " what?" " Her stupid father thought he could win against me. He had debts but no money to pay back. I could have just killed him, thats what I often did but I couldn't. His wife was sick and their youngest child had inharited that illness so he loaned money from me to try and safe at least one of them. I admit I had pity for that man but also I admired that he was willing to go as far as ask the mafia for money to safe his family. So I made him an offer, If he beats me in a game I choose he is free and I give him extra money on top. If he fails I get his elder daughter as my personal slave" he smirked at me.

She stood up from the seat and went near him. "What do you mean?' "That, I'm not any Alexandra Rivera or something! I'm Alexandra Smith, daughter of Jacob Smith. That person, I was finding like an hungry wolf. I am the daughter of the mafia king and you married me because he asked you as a sacrifice in our life's turmoil. Even he wanted Amber as the sacrifice of his problems! Damn!! Am I really his daughter? He's my dad!?" She didn't know what to feel or say but it was hard to digest.

‘I know you, aren’t you the daughter of Malik the head of the Alsaamita…do you remember me, my father introduced me to you’. Aliyah cocked her head suddenly remembering the strange girl who held her, she is the daughter of the head of Pericolosa, her name was too unique to forget, Monalisa. Both Monalisa and Aliyah heard sounds of men running towards them, Monalisa took a second look at Aliyah’s dress and knew she was been chased. Quickly grabbing Aliyah’s hand she ran, she could hear them shouting for them to stop but they didn’t instead they ran faster.

"But Father, this is...it just doesn't make any sense. He is a changed person now, that I am sure of..." "He still has my blood running in his veins. He is my son and will forever remain my son. He will do my bidding. Even though he is the youngest amongst you all aside from Valerie, he is sharper, smarter, and needed in the organization. Do you think if he had ordinary capabilities like you and your brother, he would have been given the title SON OF A MAFIA? Haha, in your dreams. I spent a lot on that boy, gave him all the training that he deserved, he served not only me but each contributor in this Mafia rulership. He belongs to us all and will forever remain a part. He is our son after al

"I had been his favourite, but he chose to treat me in such a manner. Like a common criminal. That was what I foolishly thought. When we got home, everyone was already at our home, waiting for me to return. Nonno had walked up to me and given me such a resounding slap that made every other person flinch. After which he told me that as discipline, I was going to leave for a military training academy at Miami. His punishment wasn't sending me to the military academy. Moreover, I had always been Alexander's spare." "How do you mean?" I asked in confusion. "I mean that, Alexander was originally the mafia heir. I never was." "Really?" That was suprising. There were really a lot I didn't know. "Ye