Mafia Women Names Novels & Stories

She headed out the dark and Cecilia could see her face, her face was very beautiful as her nose was slightly pointed and she had round juicy lips covered with a black lipstick. Her one eyes was covered with a black mask which added to her strong mysterious look. Cecilia could not take her eyes off the woman who could be passed for a mafia model. "My name is Martha Stewart, the strongest female don of the viper's empire" she said without looking up and Cecilia was tensed. A Mafia lord!!! Her brain was screaming and her heart was raising. "Calm down baby girl, I am just a human being like you" she said with a smile but it was way scarier than her cold straight face. Cecilia felt chills all ove

Here she jabbed a finger accusingly at poor Karina to emphasize her point and the unfortunate girl looked as if she wanted the earth to open up and swallow her. “I will not tolerate…” But she got no further. Ria picked up the skirts of her lovely gown and marched to her, putting her face in the other woman’s space as she said, gritting the words out, “My Mumma is the most powerful woman here, In this room, you had better respect her. She is the Mafia Queen, the Matriach; so I suggest that you shut up or…’ But the aunt was having none of it. The woman’s face was red as she shouted,

Ivy whispered to Mia she nodded. “I am Emily Coke, the Asian drug baroness ,” a second woman replied. And it went on till all of them had finished and it was now Mia’s turn, an invisible bead of perspiration came over her when she realized she didn’t ask for the name of the real Mafia Queen. “I am fuck !” she muttered, softly.

[ Aitana ] "So, this bellissimo donna is the talk in the famiglia."A tall woman with grey hooded eyes with tightly kneated bun pursed her lips together,her and the other two dozen women x-rayed me from top to bottom which made me slightly uncomfortable because I wasn't brought up in such hypocrisy. "Si, she is my daughter-in-law, Aitana,the only daughter and heiress of American mafia king."Lilliana,being one of them, boasted proudly.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

he whispers in my ear. "Forever and always," I say with a small smile as we walk up to the people. "Hello Niko," Luca says, "This is my wife Natalia, Natalia this is one of our allies he's the Russian Mafia's Leader and The women on his arm is his wife Katina Smirnov," "nice to meet you guys," I say putting on a smile for show. "you as well I would love to introduce you to the other mafia wives I'm sure they would be excited to know who finally tied down the Infamous Luca Lombardi," Katina says.

I thought he was going to yell but then he continued down the stairs, past the mess, past me, and out through the front doors without a word. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. The maid beside me exhaled too. "You're lucky," she whispered, barely audible. "Lucky how?" She shook her head quickly and went back to sweeping, like she'd already said too much. *** On the sixth day, the young maid who had almost smiled at me in the hallway sat across from me at the staff table at lunch. Her name was Rina. Twenty years old. Two years at the estate.

(Bitch, if you’re not gone by the time I’m out of the shower, I’ll put a bullet in your head. That gets her moving. She’s crying now. I slam the bathroom door and lock it behind me. Crying. Why do they always cry? Like it’s going to make me feel bad. Please. I’m Luca Ricci, Don of the Ricci Italian Crime Family. Women throw themselves at me every night. I never sleep with the same one twice. Well… there’s Lina. But she’s nothing special. Just easy. I call her when I want a quick fuck. I’m guessing that’s what happened last night. I treat her like the rest, but she keeps coming back. Every damn time.

A distracting pawn. “Let’s start with this. I’m Ravenna Costa. Daughter of Fiona and Matteo Costa. There’s no ulterior motive to me cooking and inviting everyone over. Who knows? It might be our last home-cooked meal. Plus, I was in a sharing mood. What’s your name?”

The man grumbled. I turned to see Elijah had spoken. He'd come down from Florida. He has some sort of business trip. His mafia was called 'Verena'. It means to fear, to respect in Latin. His family was originally from someplace in the west of Italy. But they had to relocate due to some...certain circumstances. Only people in his mafia knew what that certain circumstances were.