Novel & Cerita Princess From Crime Mob Death

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

The Monticello Arrangement PART 1 Intro; Isotta Monticello is Italy’s quietly dangerous mafia princess not born to gowns and gilded halls alone, but to an empire stitched together from ports, secrets, and old debts paid in blood. She walks the world smiling, bilingual and immaculate, but beneath the silk and diamonds are the iron teeth of a woman raised to survive in a world that devours the soft.

he is going because police soon come here prince:- don't be stupid casino is legal then a woman and his office seal the whole casino girl:- casino is legal but drug dealing is illegal I am from the police this casino will be seal and we search this place and find out any kind of drug and gun are stored or not prince:- ok then I should go now girl:- you are strange. you somehow change your card and manipulate the whole scenario prince:- I don't know what are you talking about then prince takes his money 50,000$ and away

' asks jessica in an impolite tone. 'I didn't die dear, I was killed by the wolves.' says the late princess. 'Why?' she asks again. 'Power. There was a war for the throne and my brother was not used to being defeated. He allied with the wolves and they attacked me and said the world that I had normal death due to my age.' 'But weren't you greedy?' I ask confused. 'Yes, I was greedy for power. I needed a loyal supporter by my side so I asked Fiona to return but I never knew that would put an end to her beautiful life' said the late princess with guilt.

The room was far too small to accommodate all four people, so the boys decided to take the floor while the ladies sat on the bed. The Death Princess looked nothing like what Zen imagined her to be. Compared to his big sister, she looked like a very demure and fragile doll. Sasha had a fierce look in her cold blue eyes, and it wasn’t difficult to believe she was a killer. However, the Death Princess, who had a higher body count under her name, didn’t look like she belonged to the underworld.

Sandro commented while his eyes gleamed when he imagined himself bathing in Viso's pathetic blood. "Not your creativity but mine, Sandro. He insulted me, Gina Moretti. I should be the one showing him how creative I am, don't you think, brother?" Gina said with a crooked smirk on her lips. Gina was not an innocent girl, on the contrary, she was the perfect example of a mafia princess.

"She fully accepted the consequences of her crime, as well as the humility and death that she will soon face. Seeing her willingness to die, the crown princess wasn't pleased by her reaction. Death is not enough for her retribution." "So the crown princess ordered to build a stone castle and lock her up in solitude for the rest of her life, she will never ever step outside nor talk to anyone but herself. Imprisoned in solitariness until her lonely death comes upon." "And that fallen princess was 'Mer Adrienne'. And that certain stone castle is the 'Sirens Keep'."

Christian, what is going on? "Princess, you know who I am?" "You are head of the Craine mob crime family, and you the big boss or leader or something like that." "How do you feel about that?" "I don't have a problem with who you are; I just don't want you to fuck me around." "Princess, I am not here to fuck you around. I think I am..."

"You're mine, Princess!" Just before the fight broke out, we heard Liam tell Isaac, "At least you will die doing what you love to do.." Isaac creased his brows in confusion causing Liam to continue, "Walking into danger ya nimwit." Liam laughed as we all went into hand to hand combat, the opposing side having an unfair advantage over the seven of us.

The guy drops his hand and takes a step back with his head down, then mutters something in Russian. Lyra walks up to me, she slowly slides the index finger of her right hand up my chest as she says “Well Alpha Maddox, I must go but I will take you up on your offer next time” With a smirk in her thick accent. I just look at her finger that is resting on my chest before dragging my eyes up to her red eyes. Man this woman is definitely made for sinning. “Look forward to it” Is all i manage before she leaves. What has gotten into me, finally clearing my head I go to turn and remember what he called her ‘Princess’ and it didn't seem a term of endearment.