My Mafia Daddy Novels & Stories

Misha pushed the man away softly at the mention of her father and she wiped her tears as she sniffled a little. “A very practical calculated man, I have learned the hard about this part of my father’s personality all these years he had showed me his kind loving side which I thought was the only thing there, but then I knew that I was stupid because in the end he is a mafia boss same as everyone here. And to earn that title you must be a heartless motherfucker who won’t give a fuck about anyone even your daughter when the time comes.” Misha spat out bitterly and I wanted to tell her that she was wrong but in a way she was right as well.

I should have left him but I walked over to the balcony and stood next to him ,hands on the railing . “I’m sorry “ I said barely above a whisper. “Don’t be , I’m the one who’s sorry” did almighty mafia bad boy king Cain Adams just apologize to me? “ I’ve been treating you like shit since you got to the Cosa Nostra “ he adds. I nod my head speechlessly , the last thing I expected was an apology from him .

“There is no queen in the mafia.” “Ah. No wonder. You did not hear the news. I will tell you then before you enjoy yourself in hell.” I don’t know what face he made but it made Cara’s smile widened in excitement. “Three years ago, my cousin, Sol stepped down and gave the title to me. Well, it’s originally mine anyway. I guess I could say he returned it to me.” She rambled in amusement. He laughs. “You expect me to believe you.” “No, not really. A woman leading the most powerful mafia, I mean that’s pretty far fetched if you ask me. My father wouldn’t even let me-”

"We will, daughter. We won't rest until Alessandro is safe, and Domenico pays for what he has done." Georgia closed her eyes, clenching her fists. She knew the road ahead would be difficult, but considering the circumstances, she had nothing left to do but trust the man. After all, her father was also an intelligent mafia leader, perhaps not in an organization as large as Templo Negro, but certainly in one large enough for her to put her full trust in him.

He never came back. I don't remember what the fight was about, and now I can't even picture Adrian's face. All I remember is that after he left, Mom's heart problems began, and Carl started drinking. Ever since then, names like Adrian, gangs, guns, and mafia became taboo in our household. "You're... mafia?" I stared at the man before me, trying to process the pieces. "I'm the boss of the mafia. You can call me..." He paused, lips curving slightly as if holding back a smirk, then said, "Mr. N."

I say, my teeth chattering as I begin to shiver due to the cold. But he doesn't respond immediately and takes a step toward me; I take another step back right away. My heart hammers in my chest at the possibility of what he might do to me. I've heard dangerous rumors about him. Actually, I believe the rumors to be true. And it's a fact that he's part of the Italian Mafia. Rory indirectly confirmed it to me once. And right now, I can't help but think about my safety. I attempt to take another step back, but his swift movements quickly stop me.

The posture was a far cry from the commanding presence he projected in his boardroom meetings. “Miss Moretti,” he said, his voice trembling, “I know this brat has offended you grievously. He deserves to die for what he has done. But I beg you to spare his life. Please, I have only this one son. I will do anything you ask for. Just name your conditions.” Leon watched his father grovel. For the first time, a crack appeared in his arrogance. The pieces started to fall into place. His eyes darted to me, and he spoke cautiously. “Dad… who is she? We’re one of the top three financial powers in New York. Is there really anyone in this city we can’t afford to cross?”

A slight curve appeared on his lips and he replied: “Of course.” Why did I bother to ask this person? Of course, he already checked all of my records. After all, he was the mafia king of this city. Well, at first I didn’t know that my girlfriend’s father was a mafia king but after our last meeting I checked on him and if I said I was not shocked to know his identity then it’ll be the biggest lie. I was very scared but I will not step back. I love Isabella. I’ll not leave her and I’ll make sure this mafia king will accept me.

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

This had to be a dream. There was no way he just said that. I pinched myself severally to be sure I wasn’t dreaming and no, I wasn’t waking up from this. My heart was pounding so fast, I thought I would die of a heart attack. “How do you know I want that?” I asked, shivering a little, daring to hear his reply. He smiled and licked his enticing lips. “I see it in your eyes, bellissima. I see the way you look at me. You want something you know I’m very much capable of giving to you. You want a daddy and I can be your mafia daddy.”