Maria Von Messina Novels & Stories

Adriana found her there, as always, her cousin’s eyes sharp with curiosity. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, “Adriana teased, though her voice softened when she saw Emily’s pale expression. “What happened?” Emily hesitated, then whispered, “They’ve arranged my marriage. To Antonio DeLuca’s son. ”Adriana froze. Then her lips parted in disbelief. “Jason DeLuca? The mafia heir?” Emily nodded, her throat tight. Adriana cursed under her breath. “Emily, you can’t. He’s not for you. You’re a princess—pure, radiant, the people’s symbol. Marrying him will drag your name into the mud”.

My brows furrowed with confusion evident in it, I turned towards the direction of the strong scent of blood and then my eyes locked with the clearest set of green eyes I had seen before. She was the cause of the ruckus, dressed in a wedding dress that would have been beautiful if it wasn't stained with blood. Her left hand seemed limped with blood trickling down a bullet wound. Her entrance was sensational. Without a doubt, I recognized her from the pictures sent to me. Adelina Marino, the Mafia princess and the girl my younger brother was to get married to. I was shocked when I discovered Viktor was getting married to a human, but this was more stunning.

So, how could this woman possibly be her? A faint smile touched her lips. Then, she turned and linked her arm with the man standing beside her. The man exuded an imposing presence, his gaze sweeping past me with cold indifference. The pin on his chest was engraved with the letter M, the mark of the Marino family. "Don Russo, I'm afraid you've got the wrong person," the woman said softly, as if explaining something of no importance. She continued, "I'm not Arianna. My name is Serafina Marino, and I'm the adoptive sister to Don Vincenzo Marino of the Marino family."

The next day, Mateo and Alissa were sitting in front of Giovanni with the information that Mari had given her. "Mari worked as a partner of a chief of police in Parma, a city here in northern Italy. He hid important information from the Russian mafia in exchange for money, after all, no one would suspect a police officer from the interior." Alissa began to tell the story that had been passed on to her.

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?”

She was probably here before I was born,so she pretty much raised me alongside my parents. " Very well Maria, You look good, as usual. If I didn't know you I'd ask you to be my girlfriend." I say teasingly. " Oh goodness Liam, stop flattering me will you." She says blushing. Maria was an Italian woman in her early fifties, age was taking a toll on her compared to previous years but she still looked beautiful. " Lucia is upstairs in her room. She has been waiting for you to come visiting." She says referring to Mom. Kate was really close to my mom so it's no surprise that she knows about everything that goes on in the house. They were from the same city in Italy.

groaned Kino, nodding at his men as they loaded the last crates on the ship. “That’s what makes him the best Mafia Don, mi amigo. He waits for the right timing to strike. He leads with his mind and not with his temper.” Kino snorted, motioning for his men to move around the cars, preparing to leave. “I will be a better mafia Don than him. If you want a hold over the Italian mafia, do your end of the deal. Klaus is married to that assassin,” he spat. “You told me you won’t let that happen. Zio Markus will put him back in position soon now that he’s a married man.”

I asked with anger and he was looking shocked now. "Kaiser did, he said you were result of his one night stand." Romano said and I screamed in frustration. "FUCKING LIAR! I AM NOT A BASTARD. My mother was his official first wife. The official first queen of Russian Mafia..... Alina Greco Ivanov. I am the first and official heir of Russian Mafia" I said with rage and my full body was shaking in anger. Romano placed his hand on mine and tried to calm me down.

Sharp eyes and chiselled nose, plump lips and a perfect slender figure. I took the glass from her and she sat down on Arabella’s seat with a leg crossed over the other. “You were all alone, so I thought of giving you some company,” she said, her voice filled with power. It didn’t take me much time to guess who she was, and I asked, “You’re the capo’s wife?” She nodded with a humble smile. “Isobel Vitale.” “Mariella Romano.” “I know.” Looking around the room, she mused, “I’m not sure if anyone here seems to like me.”

“I give options. It’s not my fault people don’t like the consequences of the second one.” I stifled a laugh, earning a sharp look from Dr. Marini. She was one hell of a woman. Soft when she needed to be, but also scary nonetheless. It was why she was the only woman in the Cosa Nostra who could call my husband by his first name. I still wasn’t sure how I should feel about that. “Aria,” she turned her attention to me, “how do you feel when Maximo behaves this way?” “Honestly?” I said, tilting my head. “It depends. Sometimes, it can be infuriating..."