Mafia Woman Boss Novels & Stories

It is as if you have signed your own death certificate when you betray me, steal from me or try anything to destroy the Russian mafia. No one knows that the boss of the Russian mafia is a woman because no one knew my father had a daughter. Everyone in the underworld only knew that he had one son and a daughter who was killed so everyone just assumed that my father was still the Don of the Russian mafia. My father would go to the meetings held with the mafia bosses and I would listen through an earpiece. The workers at Ivanov Corporation don't know who the CEO is because I always cover my face with a hoodie when I go to the company. Only my assistant, Isabella knew.

"We will, daughter. We won't rest until Alessandro is safe, and Domenico pays for what he has done." Georgia closed her eyes, clenching her fists. She knew the road ahead would be difficult, but considering the circumstances, she had nothing left to do but trust the man. After all, her father was also an intelligent mafia leader, perhaps not in an organization as large as Templo Negro, but certainly in one large enough for her to put her full trust in him.

"Oh, that's rich. That's really rich." The woman wasn't laughing anymore. Her eyes had gone cold and hard. "Listen, church girl," she said, leaning down so her face was close to mine. "The only thing you'll be cooking here is yourself. And the only thing you'll be cleaning is whatever mess the customers make." I didn't understand. "What customers? What kind of mess?" The woman straightened up and looked at Big Jim. "She really doesn't know, does she?" "Innocent as a lamb," Big Jim said, taking another puff of his cigar. "Just the way some of our clients like them."

If it happened to be business, for sure, it will pass down toward Saint and Lorenzo. “Leaders? Who are them?” I inquired. “Ah, leaders of each continent. You must be aware that the mafia organization my boss owns is not that big as what you think,” Saint stated. I pursed my lips and then spoke. “What does that mean?” “Hmm… they are leaders in each country or continent. Well, it honestly depends but there are five. Viktor, Gabriel, Liam, Luca and Fenrir.” I hummed. “Don’t worry. They are kind. You should come out and greet them.” Lorenzo stated.

If only she had red hair I would assume she was the woman between his legs from last time. Sonia was probably one of his women too. 'Slave' in quotes. "You're close to him. Can I ask what you do?" I finally said. "Well, I'm the organization's Mafia runner. Don't ask for an explanation. I work for Boss Clancy" She revealed to me and I nodded slowly before saying, "I see why you're not scared of him then. You kill people together" She giggled heartily before turning to me, "He says you're annoying, I think I get it now. You're funny. He hates jokes, dark humor is partly acceptable"

All the more because of our shenanigans. “Well, come on. Tell us.” Aiden urged. “Where and when did you meet? Who is she?” “That’s the important question.” Miles commented. “I mean, just one look at her, you could tell she’s loaded.” She’s more than loaded. The woman’s a billionaire and a mafia boss at that. I said in my mind.

" Do you plan on taking over the Italian mafia?" "No" "okay" "wait, what?" "The Russian will become one with the Italian. We'll have each other's back" I mutter slowly allowing my words to sink in his fickle brain. I hear his footsteps pad across the room. "You know that's not possible right? We don't allow women to lead our business, remember?" He comes to stand beside me and I can feel the heat from his burning gaze. "She has been leading her mafia to the top for years now. She's as capable as a male Don besides we'll both be making decisions for both mafias. Do not worry yourself about that brother" I throw him a side glance before returning it to the view below.

A strategic and business oriented persona, that was all I was. The man continued speaking. “In case no one had informed you, in the mafia, all a woman could ever be offered is a seat at the table and from where I stand, without power, that seat is just as useless as a mad man roaming the streets. A smart woman would make a move to chase power instead of a seat at the table but you wouldn’t know, you’re not so smart after all.” “Ghost!” I screamed, enraged.

I do have a story but when don’t I, I smile not wanting to tell her right away the story, but she’s hurt, she can’t beat my ass now. “A new character she’s an addict but guess what she’s also a little, when she tries to steal from the mafia boss, a girl who’s in charge of the whole mafia, you know us girls can be strong too. When she tries to do it, she get caught, and now her new mommy would kick her bumbum until she learns to obey her and not run away” I say meaning the last part. “Uhmm I see, a woman mafia woman, that’s a good one” she says smiling, but more tears were going down her face, but she got something else she’s hiding.

Otherwise, it’s back to square one, with me needing to find ways to keep Beowulf under a leash. “… The mafia has no name. And they are very careful and cunning with the victims they choose,” he began, to my relief. “I don’t know where their hideout is. They don’t ever lead me there; they come to me. To their scheduled victims. I’ve met their boss, but never once saw her face. She always had a mask on, for some reason. Likewise, for reason unknown to me, when she heard how close I was to Nex one day, she kept asking about her every visit. Can’t say I know the reason for her inquiries, though.” “What about her name?” I asked then.