Maria Von Messina Novels & Stories

“Please, Aurora. I’m sorry. Don’t kill me. I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean to hurt Liam. Please!” I stared down at her, disgust flooding every cell in my body. “I’m not going to kill you,” I said, ice in every word. “You’re not even worth the effort.” For a second, hope flickered in her teary gaze — until I straightened, turned to the entire room, and delivered her fate. “I am Mrs Matteo Rocco,” I said, my voice slicing through making sure it sank into that thick skull of hers. “Wife to the mafia lord, Matteo Rocco. And I promise you, Sofia… you’re going to pay for messing with my family.”

" I smiled at her, and Alessandro pulled out my chair for me to sit down; I took a quick glance at Alessandro's father, and he gave me a subtle wink. Shit! I ignored his wink. Alessandro sat down in the seat next to me placing his hand on top of mine for reassurance. "Cassandra, this is my mother, Bianca," He spoke, and she leaned her hand out for mine across the table. "Nice to meet you, dear," She spoke in her Italian accent. She was a beautiful woman, I don't get why her husband constantly cheated on her. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee, my son?" Alessandro's father spoke up, taking a sip of the whiskey he had in his glass.

I asked you to keep her company. Juli: In my mind that means.... Adriano: Keep your hands away from my wife, Julio. Juli: Relax, I don’t like to eat from another man’s plate. I have to go now. Cognata wants to go visit her sister. ~*~*~*~ ISMERALDA “Isme! It is so good to see you. I have missed you so much.” Sienna exclaimed while pulling her into a tight hug. “I missed you too, Sisi.” She replied while returning the hug.

Still, the contact shot fire up her spine. Don Moretti, an older family head, eyed her with a sly smirk. “So,” he drawled. “Mark finally claimed the Romano princess.” Mia felt Mark inhale beside her. “She’s my wife,” he said calmly. “Show respect.” Don Moretti chuckled. “Oh, I mean no disrespect. Quite the opposite. A woman like her… many men in this room have dreamt of her.” Mia tensed. Mark’s hand tightened around her waist.

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."

Pasta with cream sauce, fresh bread, a glass of wine. "Mr. Valenti left instructions that you're to eat properly," Maria said quietly, setting the tray on the desk. "He said if you don't, I'm to report it." Of course he did. Even from Milan, he was controlling her. "Maria," Elena said suddenly. "Can I ask you something?" The older woman turned, her expression wary. "What is it, Miss Russo?" "Do you think I'm a bad person?" Maria's eyes softened. "No, child. I don't."

The Vesuvius Room looms before me like the gates of a bejeweled pen all gold trim, velvet curtains, and crystal clear chandeliers that feel far too bright for my paining head. That’s when I lock eyes with Don Alessio Castellano’s woman , Maria, who's holding court near the entrance. She’s a redoubtable woman, draped by lace and tradition, carrying herself with a proud air that suggests she knows where every body in Naples is buried. When she spots me, she approaches with a smile that’s as sharp as a stiletto. “ Ronan, ” she says, her English perfect but seasoned with a thick Italian accentuation. “ I was n’t sure if you’d blazon us with your presence. Your mama mentioned you’ve been detracte

“So enough about my mark. Tell me about my cover. Who is Maria?” “Very simple. She is an Italian orphan who is loyal to her masters” “She sounds like a slave?” “She's supposed to be “Is that how Italians like it?” “That's how mobs like it” “Tell me about it” “Maria doesn't exist, she's invisible” “I get the concept” “Happy we're on the same page. Now back to our target. The aim is to get as much info as we can get. You're going to have tiny speakers interlaced in your hair”

"She's an American-Italian investor. She owns Marino Vintners and tech. " Leonardo stood perfectly still, he stared at me for a long moment, processing the information. He slowly tested the name on his tongue, "Viviana Marino..."

I remember Michael saying something similar about them killing Alessandro’s mistresses to force his compliance. “Oh, come on,” Bella argues, and Mia chuckles angrily. “Let me tell you something: Alessandro’s loyalty is to Maria, his wife. Whatever he’s doing for you now, Renee, don’t think it makes you special.” She says, bitterness lacing her words, and I stay silent, feeling the weight of what she’s saying. Jealous or not, she isn’t lying. Everything she’s said is true. If what Michael said is true about Maria being the princess of the Eastern Mafiadom, with their marriage merging two mafia regions and solidifying Alessandro’s power, then Mia is right. If I think of pursuing anything with