Mafia Women Names Novels & Stories

One after another, names and titles unfolded like a list of credentials. “I am Giulia,” said a woman with sleek black hair and diamonds at her throat. “My husband is Capo DeLuca. He controls the northern routes.” Another spoke, her accent clipped, her smile practiced. “Teresa. Wife to Bellini, the consigliere.” Rose listened carefully, filing the names away. Each woman seemed to measure herself by the power of the man she represented. Then the brunette in emerald silk leaned in, her posture elegant, her smile perfectly rehearsed. “Caterina,” she said, her English was clear and deliberate, “Luca’s wife.”

It passed a message across perfectly. "The fact that you think that you can make kneel before you is laughable. The fact that you believe that you can orchestrate some sort of half-assed revenge against us is pathetic and sad. I would have destroyed you even without all these restraints. I would have beaten you within an inch of your life because I am not the target you probably thought I was. I am Alessandra Rinaldi Zolotov, the daughter of the Head of the Cosa Nostra and the wife of the Head of the Bratva. You messed with the wrong bitch and I plan on avenging every single woman you have hurt."

POV - GABRIELLA SANGRIENTO "Patetico." The man spat while he slowly paced around in circles, facing me with a smirk as I'm tied up. "I'm surprised you're not giving up yet. Quite impressed." He stops in his tracks and pays full attention to me. Animosity crawled through me. I want him to pay for doing harsh things to innocent children. This prick has no idea that I purposely let him kidnap me. I'm Gabriella Sangriento, the most feared woman in Italy. Known as the Mafia queen and leader of the Leone d'Oro. It's not so easy to capture me. If the fucking police force can't do it why would a disgusting child molester easily capture me.

I pushed my hair back from my face with one hand and turned to face the mirror at the far end of the room. There I was. Disheveled. Flushed. My shoulder bore the faint imprint of his grip, my neck bruised by his tight grip, and my lips parted just enough to catch the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Pitiful. Messy. Silent. And this is me, Catalina Moretti–Lucchese. Wife of the most powerful mafia boss in Italy. A man whose name carries blood and reverence. A legacy built on iron, fire, and fear.

“I have sent you the email. He is associated with Anne Maria.” Icarus paused when he heard this, he told Robin that he would call him back soon and rushed to his study. He opened his laptop and found the email that his Beta had sent him. It had a few photos, all of Kevin going in a car with a woman. People who don’t know might not recognize her but Icarus was amongst the few who knew Anne Maria. She was the notorious Mafia leader of the biggest gang in New York; she was known for her cruel means but not a lot of people know her origin.

All the other girls are looking at me like I am some dirt under their feet. The announcer started to introduce the other three and I realized that Chinese and American Mafia women were named Xiaoqi and Sophia. Sophia gave me a small smile. As Mr. Romano mentioned looks like the American mafia is on his side while the small Chinese woman glared at me like she wants to rip me apart but that was not the issue. It was the girl from the Russian mafia. She had that aura around her that is scary. She is calm like she knows it is her win all along.

He sat beside his mother to rest his head also with Ranvijay. "Myra has never left. She will always be with us." Nandini spoke while patting both of her sons' heads who were weeping on her lap silently like a child. Ragini wiped her tears away while passing through the corridor. The palace held the memories and fragrance of her. The soil of Jaipur still has her essence engraved in them. The underworld in Mumbai still chants the name of a single female mafia who had ruled shortly. They remembered her words. "I am Myra Moretti or Myra Ranvjiay Singh Sekhawat. Whichever surname you find comfortable to understand the impact of going against me or Sekhawat Brothers, you can remember."

I asked, my voice icy. Mikel shrugged, as though he were simply stating facts. “You know how it is, Octavia. In the mafia, women don’t usually involve themselves in these kinds of affairs. They get married and help to secure alliances and repay debts and leave the politics to the men. It’s safer that way. Easier, even.” What the actual fuck!

She wasn't chanced to process everything when a whip landed on her back "Argh!!" She cried out and Cheetah chuckled, walking to stand in front of her. Cheetah is the strongest female mobster in the clan and also the closest female to Aurelio, they were both trained at the same period by Godfather and that earned her the name “Boss Lady” Only her and Viper calls Aurelio by his name. "You'll regret ever doing that.. You ugly thing" Cheetah said and gave her one lash. The lash was so hard that it tore her white dress, wounding her.

Adriana found her there, as always, her cousin’s eyes sharp with curiosity. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, “Adriana teased, though her voice softened when she saw Emily’s pale expression. “What happened?” Emily hesitated, then whispered, “They’ve arranged my marriage. To Antonio DeLuca’s son. ”Adriana froze. Then her lips parted in disbelief. “Jason DeLuca? The mafia heir?” Emily nodded, her throat tight. Adriana cursed under her breath. “Emily, you can’t. He’s not for you. You’re a princess—pure, radiant, the people’s symbol. Marrying him will drag your name into the mud”.