Mafia's Princess Novels & Stories

That wasn't even funny I gave him a slight punch on his elbow then I walked upstairs to the indoor cinema following his directions. "Wow, wow and wow!" I exclaimed on seeing the room. There were like six sofas and then a big screen in front, I think it was part of the wall. "you like it?" I heard him ask. "yea" I replied paying little or no attention to him. "I'm an only son from a royal family, my parents were killed when I was ten years in a mafia rivalry and all this are theirs "he said in a sad tone.

But there’s no time. “What do we know about the niece?” I ask as we climb into the car. “Not much. She’s eighteen, a senior in high school. Red hair, blue eyes.” “Anything else?” “Straight A’s. Doesn’t date.” “Doesn’t date?” I raise a brow. “Yup. No boyfriend. No drama.” What teenage girl in America doesn’t date? Weird. But she’s a mafia princess, so maybe not that weird. We arrive at Sal’s house around 3 p.m.

“What do you mean she’s part of a mafia?” He took a slow breath, letting the tension simmer in the room before delivering the blow. “She’s a Mafia Princess. She comes from royal blood in another country.” I blinked. Once. Twice. For the first time in a long time, I felt completely stupid. The words didn’t make sense. Chandria? The woman who used to hide under the covers when it thundered? The woman who looked so fragile I was afraid to break her? A princess of a crime syndicate?

The Monticello Arrangement PART 1 Intro; Isotta Monticello is Italy’s quietly dangerous mafia princess not born to gowns and gilded halls alone, but to an empire stitched together from ports, secrets, and old debts paid in blood. She walks the world smiling, bilingual and immaculate, but beneath the silk and diamonds are the iron teeth of a woman raised to survive in a world that devours the soft.

“He’s making threats and Matteo is involved and I didn’t see it coming. What is going on?” It was time for me to pull my head out of Maria’s ass. I thought avoidance was best. I was wrong. What happened tonight was not something I saw coming and I wasn’t prepared. A Mafia princess is always ready, and I needed to find my Rossi bitch. Unfortunately, she was in hiding and considering going to the mattresses. Could I be more pathetic? “Alessandro slept his way through half the princesses over the past three years. This year, you’re on his radar.”

6 million dollars. "You can ask the doctor. She is my twin and without proper treatment she will-" "You seem to think I care. What is it to me if she doesn't make it?" He gives her a genuine side glance. Mateo was appointed the Mafia prince title for a good reason. He knew what investments to make, how to double them and what missions to follow through with. Not once had he let down the organisation by making foolish mistakes. The fact that this girl seemed to think he would choose to make them now, rubbed him off the wrong way. He prefers not to take on things he won't benefit from and at this particular moment, he saw nothing gainable.

***TO BE CONTINUED*** BOOK TWO - PROTECTING MY MAFIA PRINCESS:RISE OF A CRIME BOSS

“The yellow envelope must have been a threat from Dell Rosie. Besides, it was clear that she don’t know who Romero is. To Mia, he is a foreign man.” Now three pairs of eyes stopped their game of pool and focused on Jaxon. “Not to mention of her true identity and the fact that she has a ‘missing’ twin sister and the cause of her mother's death, as well as the background of Mia's real mother. She must have been unprepared, realizing that she was the rightful heir to a mafia organization. Do you want me to tell her that she is the missing princess? And her head was rewarded with five billion? I think you will also choose to remain silent.”

Of every woman in the city of New York, the one standing in front of me is Nicholas Sorano's daughter. The Princess of the Greek Mafia. The Flamingo.