Mafia's Princess Novels & Stories

It is a monumental task, but I know my woman she will not stop until she stops them all together. They have enlisted the help of the Mafia Queen Cassandria DeAngelis. She was the first female Donna. She and her husband, Matteo DeAngelis, rule over every crime family in the criminal underworld. That includes not only the mafia but expands to the Triads and the Yakuza as well.

he said, it was more like he was talking to himself. "He did and he hid her away from the world. To save her from men like me and you, I guess, that's his daughter. She is half-Italian, a virgin, and nothing like the woman you chose for me." "Grace Russell is the mafia princess of Great Britain. You chose a traitor's daughter over a princess," he made sure to let his disgust leak through his voice as he mentioned Evangeline. "The princess you chose for me had slept with half of my soldiers—where's the honor in that, Pops? I'd take a traitor's daughter over that princess any day."

Cassandra said, protesting as she pushed the older woman out of the way. "I'm here to challenge her entire seat. And in extension, I'm challenging the Mafia King. After all, he has no name, and he can't sit being that the actual owner of the throne is alive. Isn't that impunity? Isn't that treason in itself?" Damon grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room, silencing her momentarily. Donatella turned around and looked at me. "Princess, you must stop this madness." "Madness?" I asked.

Jason’s lips curved into a bitter smirk. “I never fail. ” But when he was alone later, staring at the city skyline, his mind wandered back to the princess’s eyes. She had looked at him not with fear, not with awe, but with something else. Resistance. Fire. For the first time in years, Jason felt something he didn’t recognize. Curiosity. And so the deal was sealed. Two worlds, so different they should have repelled each other, were about to collide. Emily, the Rose Princess who longed for freedom, and Jason, the mafia heir born in shadows, were bound together by chains forged not of love, but of power.

After today there would be peace among most of the Mafia families as these two powerful families brought them together as one forever under the rule of their Mafia Prince and Princess. She looked up at Ricci with adoring eyes because she was carrying a wonderful secret, something that would complete their happiness and secure their right to rule. She was four months pregnant and their Son would grow up to become the most powerful Don in Mafia history. That was for their future though and as she placed her hand trustingly in his her beautiful azure blue eyes looked up into his dark navy blue ones, shining brightly with her love

“At least I got what I deserved, a healthy, happy married life ahead of me unlike you who couldn't even find a match!” Valentina's eyes widened and nose fumed in anger at Mia’s taunt. She stopped seeking for Vladimir after seeing his true face. But the reality was that, even though she got scared of him, her heart still longed for the Bratva Pakhan VLADIMIR SOKOLOV. But hearing Mia's taunt Her ego reminded her of her hidden emotions. “Don't worry about my married life, Mia. I am The Princess of Italian Mafia. My husband wouldn't be any second-in-command but the Boss itself. When I get engaged, two kingdoms would be united!”

"Who are you to call me a bitch?" "I am a Mafia Princess." She proudly said. "That's cute. Sadly that means nothing here. Down here, you are reduced to a peon. If that? You are the prey of my lioness's dean. You are a spec of a star in my galaxy. What's a Princess of a village to a Queen of many nations? Little Mafia Princess, I have the right to be a bitch. Manage to become a Queen, and only then will you be eligible to stand toe to toe with me. Until then, Princess, please refrain from pissing me off before I have you executed."

Instead, a slow smile spreads across his face, and he signals to his guards to bring me to him. 'Signore e signori, vorrei presentarvi la mia ultima acquisizione, la Principessa Russa, Tavisha Khusnova. Una giovane donna che, evidentemente, non comprende le usanze della nostra mafia italiana. Una cosa a cui sto per porre rimedio immediatamente.' [Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to my latest acquisition, the Russian Principessa, Tavisha Khusnova. A young lady who clearly does not understand the ways of our Italian Mafia. Something I am about to rectify immediately.]

The skin felt hot under my touch, and rage flared fresh in my veins. Those damned Romanos. How dare they reduce me, Nikita Salvatore, princess of the Salvatore mafia, to this? A joke? A second choice bride forced upon a man who wouldn’t even look at me twice? Men had started wars for this face. A prince in Dubai had turned his back on his entire family just for one night in my bed. Powerful capos had crawled on their knees, begging me to degrade them, to let them taste the sole of my shoe.