Novel & Cerita Mafia Women Names

grumbled Mark with an annoyed look. The man in the black suit named Jullian scowled in annoyance. Jullian is the heir to the throne of the White Eagle mafia group. He also helped Mark to gain recognition from the Eagle group alliance consisting of the Black Eagles, White Eagles, and Harpy Eagles. "I've never seen such a natural beauty. If you don't want her, just give her to me! I see you're not very experienced with women!" joked Jullian. Jullian scowled at Melody's oversized dress, too bad a girl as beautiful as she had to wear something more appropriate for a scarecrow.

I asked, noting the different last names. Sophia’s lips curled. "My full name is Sophia Nikolaena. My mother, Vincenzo’s sister, married a Russian. Raptis is her maiden name." "Russian?" I arched a brow. A mafia woman marrying a Russian? Interesting. "It was a scandal," she said with a hollow laugh. "My mother’s family disowned her. Keeping ties with Uncle Vincenzo was a miracle." "Surprised that’s all they did." Sophia’s smile faltered. She glanced toward the guards, her next words barely above a whisper.

I felt like a sheep being led into a slaughter m The roles of women in the mafias are very traditional. To obey and serve. To be complacent doormats. Fucks sake. If father thinks by uniting our mafia's through marriage would mean I giving up my mafia to fucking Ace, he's got another thing coming. Our mafia was well known for its reputation of being manipulative, ruthless and brutal. They were deadly, even I was impressed. I am no one's doormat, and if Ace fucking Hernandez expects me to submit and follow, I will gladly tear out his fucking heart and stuff it down his throat.

I winked. "Who the hell are you?" He asked. "The silent killer. Wife of Kaal, the most feared mafia Legion in India," I muttered. "What? Shit, sorry, I had no idea who were you, I take my words back. We don't intend to sleep with the wives of mafia bosses," he spoke, apologising to me. Well, one thing I do tend to like about this mafia business. Most of the people, even though sex-hungry, don't dare to lay their eyes on their leader's wives until their husbands are the predators. And as much as I know Kaal, he isn't sex hungry.

She had given my father the one thing my mama wasn’t able to give him. A bargaining chip into the world of the powerful. The marriage between Donatella and Alessiano was quickly arranged and with in the next month they had rings on their fingers, allies rolling in from around the world and high ranking men and women who would do anything to prove themselves worthy of their positions. I had been married to my worthless wife, the daughter of some low down shipyard owner with ties to the Russians and British monarchy. A royal without a title and Russian mafia daughter who’s only chance at gaining anything more then some money and property was to take out her seven brothers and two older sisters

“A woman. She escaped from me, and I want to desperately find her because she is carrying my baby. No man wants to see his woman go and leave. Especially not an heir.” “Heir?” “Yes, heir. She is my wife, and I am the Pakhan of the Bratva. That’s the Russian mafia in case you didn’t know.” I said. “I plan to sever the heads of everyone who thought they could take her. Her name is Livia Rossi Novikov. Do you know her?” She tensed, and her eyes went wide. She looked around nervously like she was trying to find an exit. “I don’t know anyone here by that name,” she lied.

Alex smiled again, “Get my wife another card. Clearly she’s maxed the first one out.” Jillian Bedlam, Ramona Gianni and Emilia Cortez. The three wives of the prominent mafia bosses, with the exception of Cortez who wasn’t part of the union all sipped on their jasmine tea. Elegance, poise and grace clearly shown in these three women as they waited patiently for the latest addition to their clique. “She’s late.” Jillian commented bitterly with a scowl on her face, “Who does she think she is?” “Patience Jill.” Emilia chuckled softly as she bit into one of the crumpets on her saucer, “I’m pretty sure it’s traffic. You know these younglings and their incompetence when it comes to being punctual,

Mafia’s Maid Ashley froze on his lap as soon as she heard his demand. She was watching him without blinking her eyes as she didn’t believe the task he ordered her to do. Master Jeremy was holding a sinister smirk over his face watching her shocked expressions keenly. When she didn’t move even a bit after a few moments he bent down and sucked her nipple which was pulled out by him to wake her up from her trance.

He would have let the mafia be overrun with greedy, traitorous, less deserving men if I hadn't stepped up in his place and taken back what was rightfully mine. The fact that he could love again made me relieved and I guess I should thank Mária for bringing some purpose into his life. Speaking of the devil, Mária caught my eyes and I saw the afflicted look in them. She had the same luscious green that her daughter had, the same elegant bone structure and slender frame, but she lacked Bianca's fire and confidence. She was demure and submissive in a way most women in the mafia were. Which wasn't a bad thing in retrospect. In our world, women who were demure and docile were safer than those who

she explained with a big smile. "Is that true? Then is it true that he is a mafia head? Then who is that woman? his wife?” asked Alicia. “Head of the Mafia…well I have to correct it, used to be the head of the mafia..now no, the woman he was with is not his wife…more like… hmmm…” she is silent and seemed to think of the right term. “Fuck buddy, she is a woman from Asia and a widow with one child, her child just died two weeks ago… a little girl named… Raine??”