Novel & Cerita Mafia Woman Boss

Silivo answered "He wants the mafia and he's using her to get it." "She's such an ass." I chuckled "She thinks I'm under her spell but I'm not. Never trust the boss of a mafia. Find out more about her plans and I'll keep up the acting." "She's a real dumb girl when you really check it." Silivo grinned "Any girl who knows you well would know you were faking it and take the hint long ago!" I laughed. "Have you found anything on Royalty?" I put my hands into my jeans pocket "Not much but we have a feeling that Damanico has her but we don't know where." he answered

He came to the huge hall room where a woman was sitting on the sofa elegantly with her legs crossed and sipping on her tea while her maid was standing just a little away behind the luxurious and velvety sofa. Her sleek black hair was loosely hanging on her back. Her milky white skin was butter smooth and the features she has is desirable by women around the world and her emerald-green eyes are an enchanting piece of Ruby it seems. Looking at her no one could guess her age at all that she is a woman in her late forties. She is Diane Martinez. The head chairperson of the Martinez Industries and leader of one of the biggest Mafia groups in Europe, Genesis. She used to handle it and now, her ado

"For saving me. It was very kind of you-" "-It was part of an agreement," He halted her humble talk. "Pardon?" "Your mother, having been the Mafia Boss of the Giordano Mafia-" "-What?" "You don't know?" Salvatore looked up at her from below his lashes. "Your mother was the Mafia Boss, not your father." Sofia's eyes widened at the words, staring at him with an open mouth as she tried to wrap her head around the words spoken.

She stared right into my eyes, her warm peppermint breath blow over the tip of my nose almost as a caress. “Listen, Boy.” I raised a brow. ‘Boy?’ “I am here for business. If you want to know what deals I am making, go ahead. Don't equate me with the bitches you fuck.” Almost tenderly, she nearly relaxed my loose tie and then picked up her luggage. She was steeling out the door the next moment. A limo had parked out for her. My eyes followed her and soon my feet. I have to admit, it was demeaning running after but, this isn't just any kind of woman. In the Mafia, she could be Boss without as much as dripping a sweat. She is a permanent asset and she bloody knew her worth.

Megan blabbered. "You have too many questions. Boss doesn't like when we ask too many questions." "I promised I won't say anything. I just wanna know who he is. Who I'm dealing with. I don't wanna die not knowing who killed me." "I doubt he will kill you now. He told you his name." Caroline giggled as she thought this woman is something else. "Boss is the head of the Italian mafia. That much I can tell you." Megan gulped audibly as terrifying scenes crossed her mind after she heard the word mafia. Her palms became sweaty. Hadn't realised she was holding her breath, she turned to look at Caroline.

I looked him straight in the eye and said, “Mr. Cantoli, I have not been to the Mafia as long as you have. However, I was born into it. I am Viler Costa’s daughter. The Mafia boss who forced you to hide in the safe room. Yes, I’ve heard the stories. In addition, I am married to Nicolas Ricci. He, by the way, is still your boss! I am not some little girl who needs to be preserved and coddled. I am Anaya Costa-Ricci. The head of the world’s two most powerful mafias. I can take care of myself and I can take care of this organization. If you have a problem with that, you can take your sorry ass and get the hell out of here. If not, be comfortable, and let’s come up with a strategy to get Nicolas

An ice-cold woman represented the said Mafia family. “Welcome, Shimizu Rika,” Rios said with a smile. The first female leader in the Japanese Mafia only looked at him, and without saying anything, bowed before him, then followed her partner inside. “Don Vittorino Mancini!” greeted Don Demitre, who had arrived to accompany Rios in welcoming the bosses. “Welcome, welcome, my friend!” The two laughed and exchanged compliments before turning to Rios. “Che figlio eccellente!” Don Vittorino exclaimed as he briefly hugged Rios.

“You have nothing to worry about. I’m pretty sure Vittoria knows what she’s doing. She’s the Underboss, remember? She’s trained for this.” “That doesn’t make her any less of a woman. She still needs protection—from us. She’s just a girl. She needs protection.” “I know women who have done what she’s done before.” My voice was clipped. Was he saying women were weak and incompetent? He nodded fast, as if trying to correct his earlier words. “I know, but there has been no woman recorded who has done what she has—leading a mafia. But still, we need to protect her.”

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

“Boss,’ said Philippe urgently. Lucien swung around as another man was dragged in, along with a half-naked woman. The man was one of the Columbian warlord’s stooges and the brother of Juan’s mistress, Ramona González. The Mafia Don's eyes narrowed as he stared at the beautiful woman who had been dragged in, screaming curses and kicking her out. Sultry Ramona was a former beauty queen and now the mistress of the fat man, who lay at his feet, whining pathetically. Lucien had heard about her—this tall, thin model turned Mafia moll, with her cunning and her beauty, and the way she had ensnared many men on her way to the top. * ‘Jose...!!!” screamed the woman, and the Capo’s face tightened in ang