Mafia's Princess Novels & Stories

She seemed to have no limits on what she would do or allowed to be done to her in this club. Katia was a gorgeous girl. A thoroughbred with blonde hair which hadn’t come from a bottle, sweet freckles, and whole virgin girl next door look about her. She had a background in ballet and gymnastics, had even come from money. Until she whored around, partied too hard, and got disowned by her wealthy, aristocrat family. And the top of the irony cake, was her brother Claudius, the heir and golden child, hit this club up more times than a Granny bakes cookies. And there was that whole her family’s ties to the Italian Mafia thing, but no one really talked about it. She was a fallen Mafia princess, mo

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!"

He is a Booi too and our rival empire enemy, after all. “Oh! What do we have here? The Davi princess feels like modelling for us tod…” Leo, the heir of the Booi mafia empire exclaims. I pounce at him before he completes his sentence. I swear that there’s absolutely no one in the entire world who gets into my nerves than this man.

"I think they've started to drift apart and I'm not wasting any more time. I'm creating a ground for attachment with Aldric already.” “That's positive but do you know that the Mafia princess is after him too?" I asked, wanting to spoil her mood. "I don't care. I've always been clear about wanting his money. She can have him if she wants. I just want to get my hands on those dollars,” she said and I could already imagine the look on her face. “Well then. Good luck I'm sure you're about to hook him with the styles you stole from Scarlett,” I teased. “Unlike you, who got nothing. I hope you can see the difference now," she said and then ended the call.

She seemed defeated, not that I’d blame her after dealing with everyone else’s idiocy, and I realized that her mood was directly affecting me as if I was a sponge. She turned back around and slumped down against the balcony and I noticed that she clearly had shed more than a few tears. “Do you know what almost every other mafia princess wants?” She suddenly said. “They want to shop for clothes and jewelry. They want to be someone’s future mother or wife. They want someone to save them from their lives with love or adventure or sex or whatever other drug they’re chasing. Most of them want out or want nothing to do with the syndicate at all.

“That just does not make any sense! She’s probably just lying about it. She usually lies.” Stella scoffs as I take her hand in my own and pull her away from the men. The two men take a step after us but Stella waves them away. The way they obey her command only has me more confused. Could Stella truly be the mafia princess? Has she held this power all along and just didn’t say a single thing about it? Why would a mafia princess, someone who holds so much power in the criminal underworld, allow a man such as myself to treat her so horribly? To treat her like the scum on the bottom of my shoe?

They must have all been there against their will like me. They were all ushered into another room one after the other and they never came back. We heard them being purchased and carried away screaming by their new owners. They all went in until I was the last one left. “For the main act…the Princess of the Sicilian Mafia. She’s a virgin too.” My heart thumped wildly. Everyone knew it was a fetish to fuck a Mafia Princess in the underground. A target had been put on my back. The most dangerous and ruthless men would buy me.

over the name “Theo Moretti” The Sicilian sea breeze drifted through the window, salty and free. I finally understood that a true mafia principessa was not a weak girl waiting for a knight to save her. She was the one who wielded the sword herself, severing the past and crowning herself. And I, Sophie Lucas, am that principessa.

I am the most secret Principessa of the Sicilian "Shepherd" Mafia. For my safety, my identity was a closely guarded secret since birth. I lived in the shadows, leaving the outside world entirely ignorant of my true standing. Most of the time, I stayed in our family's fortress deep in Sicilian countryside, secretly handling European mafia affairs. When I came of age, my family arranged a marriage to the heir of the "Lion" family, Matteo Leonardo. The "Lion" family is a rising power in the Naples region, with businesses ranging from port smuggling to casinos and hotels.

Her panic vanished, replaced by a scornful laugh. "Miss Aria? Her?" Brenda scoffed, pointing at me as if I were a piece of garbage. "Are you blind? Look at her! Dressed like a bricklayer who just crawled out of a sewer. The real Miss Moretti is a princess. She wears designer clothes, not this trash. This liar is trying to trick you!" Though my body was shaking uncontrollably from the cold, I met her gaze. The Moretti ice in my eyes could have frozen hell over.