Mafia Women Names Novels & Stories

The air was thick with power, deadly tension, and affluence. The mafia wives, all beautiful and sophisticated women clung to their husbands while some scattered around in gatherings of three. “Is that her?” A woman in a heavy diamond dress mouthed behind in a whisper, face twisted in scorn. “You mean the Don’s mistress?” another sultry voice sniggered. Whispers began erupting as all heads gradually turned —awe, contempt, and neutral glares fixated on her.

Not like the humorous Joan, I know anymore. As Daliah planned, I, Violen, and Daliah monitored the situation from the car. I don't know where Daliah found out that Joan was in her apartment at that time. The woman who was sent by Daliah to disguise herself as a pizza delivery in a slightly tight outfit looked sexy. The name of the woman is Cessie. She is well known for trapping every playboy boy.

The woman gave her an edgy vibe yesterday night, and she could really see why she could fit in as Drey’s ex. However, she had never heard any rumors whatsoever regarding Drey having an ex, a popular one at that. And from what she saw, it seemed like she was either involved in the Mafia or belonged to a very powerful organization in the country. Curiousity was eating her up, and she wanted answers.

Nothing in your rule book says I must stay with a man who abuses me. It was true, that the Mafia rule book barely mentioned women, it was written at a time when women had to do as their men told them, They were mere chattels to be bought and sold as the men saw fit, in some ways many of the Mafia Dons still treated women in t has way. Women were seen as collateral, the spoils of war to be used as the Don saw fit, or to be bartered in marriage for closer ties with friends and enemies. Very few women escaped and to do what Tash had done was unheard of but technically she had not broken any of their laws.

Although she probably won’t be able to know if I didn’t tell her. I can see she was surprised by the shocked expression on her face. She’s probably wondering how on earth I was able to fall into the hands of the mafia. It was already dangerous enough that I was my father’s daughter, now I’m also a mafia princess as well. Even if we are able to solve this problem now, more problems will arise in the future. But the future is so far away and we have to focus on the now. And right now, I only have Nikolai.

“Instead of threatening me Arsenio, did you find out information about that woman??? Because she isn't what she seems at all…. She's very sneaky and especially calculative and she moves like the wind….she doesn't show her face to anyone unless she wants to be seen!!” “What kind of bitch is that???!!!” I yelled. “From what I heard, she is either going out with someone in the Mafia or she is in the Mafia herself but either way, she is a very dangerous woman.” “Find that bitch for me and do it as soon as possible!!!!!” “It seems like you didn't understand or comprehend a word I just said…that bitch is dangerous and I would not want to associate myself with anything that has to do with her!!! Sh

I burst into laughter, relaxing my head on the wall before looking up again. “The man you've been hanging around with is a Mafia Don. His real name is Carlos Gotti, how don't you know? Why didn't you ask for the name of a man who is your boyfriend? Can you take a look at yourself?” “You're the one who should take a look at yourself, Isabella. You can't continue like this, come on. Carlos Meyer is the man I am with and not a Gotti. Gotti is a Mafia Don—I have heard that from so many people and even though I haven't met this man because I don't know his face, I'm more than certain he's not the Carlos I know.”

Sonia told me but I still shook my head and repeated, "Impossible... My woman is not the Di Marco Princess, there's a mistake of identity somewhere or--" "Wake up, Clancy!" Sonia yelled at my face and continued, "Don't be blinded by your love for her. Look the truth dead in the eyes and embrace it. Don't you realize it now... Sofia's sketchy identity the entire time... No identity or trace of existence in the world. Have you forgotten we tried everything? Her blood, fingerprint or anything that connects to her but nothing connects. The Mafia Princess was known to go by Sofia and she is Italian... Sofia Dante... Do you see it now? " I dropped to my knees and my breathing was impossible to con

"Now, as the Don has taken his stand, today we have exciting news. Because the Italian Mafia is no longer left in the hands of just the Don, but a woman capable of leading the Mafia to greater heights will be taking her place by his side." I scoffed, earning a glare from the three elderly people beside me. "Capable woman, my ass. Capable of manipulation, I bet." "Please give it up for," he opened the envelope to read Bianca's name, while I started preparing to walk forward. Sweaty palms wiped on my dress. I was going to be bold tonight, not the scared Alora I had always been. "Let us give it up for the new donna of the Italian Mafia, none other than Alora Marino?"

She slid off her heels and hit the bed almost immediately. I had sorted the whole issue with Costa and given her the land I did previously own. She was a ruthless woman with a reputation that no one wants to mess with – the queen of fucking Europe and South America. Honestly, her entrance into the mafia world had stunned the whole world. Mexicans were considered the most misogynistic. So when her father decided to exclude her, it came as no surprise when she killed him and hung his head, establishing her power and dominance before starting wars and winning them with multi mafia leaders.