Mafia's Princess Novels & Stories

Elena took out a thick envelope from her designer bag. The man took the envelope and smiled. "Good girl. You'll be the Queen of Sicily." "What..." Alexander staggered back as if punched in the gut. "No... that's not Elena... that's a fake!" The crowd below was in an uproar. Elena’s mother stopped crying, her mouth agape. Marco stood frozen, shaking his head. "Lies! This is all manipulated!" Marco screamed. But the memory continued. The scene shifted to the night of the murder.

My brain struggled to process it. Mafia? Actual mafia? The kind from movies? I actually thought they were business men who had bodyguards with them. The expensive suits. The armed men. The meetings. The injuries. The secrecy. Suddenly everything began making sense all at once. Sylvester noticed my stunned expression and immediately tried explaining further. “We mainly deal with people who..” Chris interrupted before he could finish. “We deal with bad people,” Chris explained calmly. “Drug dealers. Human traffickers. Bastards who threaten our territory or innocent people.”

Just us. I was put in the middle as my 5 Mafia brothers surrounded me and the camera fluttered, capturing 5 Mafia Brothers and their Abused Princess. 𝟓 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟

His eyes became soft and he caressed the girl's face in the picture. "She is not George Rae's daughter. She is my baby sister. The princess of the Italian mafia. She belongs with me. Not with that Alessandro. I want my sister back. Why is she living with Alessandro anyway? Why is she not living with George Rae and his family?" he asked with anger and displeasure.

I muttered but she didn't hear me her gaze was lazer focused on her father. "Where are the damn files I asked for?" Don Carlos snarled. "Here." she responded darting around me with the arm full of files I only noticed now were clutched to her chest. "No, fuck no" my wolf grumbled in our mind link. As Giovanna rushed towards the Don with what he wanted. "Oh yes." I responded to the link. " Our mate is the damn Mafia Princess." I added as he sulked off into the depts of my mind.

Everything had been handed to her the entirety of her life, and Asheer highly doubted she originally got the modeling gig because of her talents. "Yes, there is a point to this phone call, mi amore." She said sweetly, "My father needs your expertise on a certain project he has been working on. He would call you himself, but I offered instead so he could keep working." She didn't need to state what was going on. While the two families are rivals, with their joining between Gwyneth and Asher, the prominent families had been leaning slightly on each other for a while now to combat rats. There was always a brave cop or two who wanted to try his hand at dethroning the mafia leaders.

I raise my voice slightly while he trembles. "It's a Mafia case! Your specialty." He snaps back earning a scrowl from me. "Even though..." I trail off running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. I can't even get some rest?! I needed a fucking vacation! "I'm sure you'd like this case. It involves the famous Mafia Queen." He pressed on and my ears perk up at the sentence. "You mean Arianna?" "Yes." Arianna Romano. The deadliest and the most terrifying woman in the whole of America. She's so mysterious no one has ever seen her face. Be it covering up with a veil or wearing a mask, she makes sure her identity is hidden whenever she's out killing people.

Perhaps it can just be a car that is going in the same direction, but I am pretty sure that a black Mercedes constitutes as a car that you truly need to keep your eyes out for in this nasty big old Mafia world. Has the danger come to Trinity’s doorstep as we always thought? “Princess, there is a change of plans; we are going to my place.” Now the girl gets a smile wider than her face can carry, ya…I know what she is thinking, and honey, it ain't happening. So without having to alarm her, I make the shit poor ass excuse up that I need to get some things from home, when in fact, I need to get my hands on some more firepower than what I have. I don’t want to fucking spook the girl.

Although she probably won’t be able to know if I didn’t tell her. I can see she was surprised by the shocked expression on her face. She’s probably wondering how on earth I was able to fall into the hands of the mafia. It was already dangerous enough that I was my father’s daughter, now I’m also a mafia princess as well. Even if we are able to solve this problem now, more problems will arise in the future. But the future is so far away and we have to focus on the now. And right now, I only have Nikolai.

My dad does supply them with drugs and guns but lately, they have been misbehaving. Taking stuff and failing to pay on time pisses my dad off, so he needs to have a little chat with the leader. We both know what the 'little' chat means. Being a mafia princess is nothing like walking in the park and spending daddy's money. I Am trained to be a leader and how to handle business and go on every mission alongside my father. I specialise in knives and guns and am very good at it, perks of training for a long time. So in case,e my dad is not around, business goes on just fine.