Maria Von Messina Novels & Stories

"That's Dante Moretti, isn't it? What is he King of?" Maria's gaze flickered to Amara, and for a fleeting moment, a spark of fear, raw and unguarded, entered her eyes. She glanced over her shoulder again, then back at Amara, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "He is Il Re di Napoli, Signorina. The King of Naples. And beyond." She picked up an empty water glass, her fingers trembling slightly. "His word… it is law."

I concluded with a smile… "Martina Sebastiano, the heir to the Mafia throne. All in support say yay, and all against say, Nil." Many yelled yay, as they were impressed with her story "Martina, congratulations.' My dad was the first to congratulate her… before every other person came, her face was devoid of any emotion, and she didn't even smile as they shook hands with her.

“You’ve acted like a child, so I’ll treat you like one. The line has been drawn, Lorenzo. This… this was your declaration of war.” Maria’s gaze slid to Isabella, cold and deliberate. “And war has consequences. The Carusos don’t stab backs—we confront our enemies face to face. But for this insult, you’ll pay… starting with the things you cherish most.” Without another word, she turned toward the door. Her men lifted Diego’s remains and followed her. Just before exiting, Maria paused, casting a glance over her shoulder. “I heard you sent a girl,” she said slowly. “One of your new recruits… to do the dirty work. I’ll find her, Lorenzo. Whoever she is. Wherever she’s hiding. And I promise… she’l

That I cannot only lead a mafia as a woman but take over the entire industry. That Elena Marshano will go down in history as the most ruthless, powerful, cold-hearted and cunning mafia leader that ever lived.

"The Marinos have gone bankrupt. Every inch of land and every piece of clothing the Marinos have belongs to the Corleones now." "No! That's impossible! The Marinos are the king of Micosa!" My mother-in-law screamed wildly while coming at me to grab me. However, Silvio came forward and stepped hard on her hand. He had a cigar in his mouth, and his eyes were cold. "Hey, old woman. Didn't you say before that it's my sister's fortune to be able to use her kidney to save Anna Bucca? Let me tell you right now that it's your fortune to be able to stay alive long enough to clean up every public toilet in Micosa.

Her orange specks on her right iris are darker, and seemed to have taken a lot of the area compared to the other. "Lucas, dearie, it's not Marie, it's Mari. The stress is in the middle. And if I were the maid, I'd poison your drink. Or maybe your food. Can’t be too sure." Oh I know who you are, baby. Caterina Mari. Later to be my fiancèe. Soon to be my wife. The future Boss of both clans. The golden trophy I get to admire. The little firecracker I needed to tone down a little. The woman I get to worship.

Most men make their way out of the building as Don Marino was nicknamed "The Don of Dons", the man became ruthless after his wife and daughter died. He walks up to Emily and kisses her on both cheeks. " Mia," he says lovingly. He eyes Giovanni up and down, the latter lost for words. "As many of you know, my late wife and daughter were killed due to this man's actions. He has held my Mia captive since she was 17 years old. She has now decided to take over the Marino family business! My Mia! The new Don!" He exclaims. August stands there, astounded. Was this Emily's plan? It didn't make sense at all. She just outed herself as the granddaughter of the most powerful mafia Don in Sicily. How woul

Cattaneo. I saw Selena give the woman a smile back. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Cattaneo. I am Selena D… Marino." "The Marino?" she asked, surprised. She looked at me. "You must be her husband, Jake Marino." "Yes," "Lovely," the lady responded. "You can call me Francesca; I don’t mind," she said and looked past us, motioning for someone to hurry up. When he got near her, he took the empty seat. "Dear, meet the Marino."

A myth that would bring chaos to the Mafia system if around. "I'm trying not to believe it as well but James confirmed it before he took me unaware. He is a dog of the Di Marco and Sofia is the long-lost Princess who is assumed to be dead by the world due to her absence" 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--"

“Technically, you’re not. You married Livia Brown, her fake identity. Her name is Ottavia Rossi. So, pipe down, soldier.” He said with the most smug smile that he could possibly have on his face. I wanted to hit him until I knocked his teeth out.