The Badass Mafia Princess And Family นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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..."

“Alright, follow me, I need to go there anyway, please let your mother know you're on your way, .” “They know, I already called back when I had those boxes down,” I said and didn't make the effort to actually let my drunk mother know I took a ride from a stranger. I didn't know a lot about cars, but I knew the shiny black car the boy walked to was a classic Ford Mustang, it was a beautiful car, suiting his looks. ''My name is Mitch” he said. ''I'm Jade, Jade Mercier” I said. Mitch opened the car door for me, I sat down, ready to put my bags around my legs but he held his hand up to receive my bags and put it in the trunk for me before he walked around the car to sit in the driver's seat.

His eyes became soft and he caressed the girl's face in the picture. "She is not George Rae's daughter. She is my baby sister. The princess of the Italian mafia. She belongs with me. Not with that Alessandro. I want my sister back. Why is she living with Alessandro anyway? Why is she not living with George Rae and his family?" he asked with anger and displeasure.

“That child is mine too. My blood. My lineage. And if you think I will stand by while Giovanni or Jack lays a finger on him, you are mistaken.” Mia’s granny let out a bitter laugh. “Lineage? Blood?” She shook her head, eyes wet but fierce. “You and your mafia bloodlines have done nothing but destroy families. I buried my daughter because of men like you, because of this filth. And now—now I might have to bury my great-grandson too. Tell me, how is that any different?” Her words sliced, but my grandmother didn’t flinch, not even attempting to. Instead, she sighed, almost as if she had been expecting that exact blade to fall.

Isabella's POV Vince's face went from white to a sickly gray. "Five years," his voice was hoarse. "For five years, you were lying to me." "Lying?" I gave a small laugh. "I never lied, Vince. You just never asked the right questions." Sophia finally found her voice. "You're a Mafia princess?" "The only daughter of the most powerful family on the East Coast," I confirmed. "The DeLucas control most of the business from here to Miami."

After today there would be peace among most of the Mafia families as these two powerful families brought them together as one forever under the rule of their Mafia Prince and Princess. She looked up at Ricci with adoring eyes because she was carrying a wonderful secret, something that would complete their happiness and secure their right to rule. She was four months pregnant and their Son would grow up to become the most powerful Don in Mafia history. That was for their future though and as she placed her hand trustingly in his her beautiful azure blue eyes looked up into his dark navy blue ones, shining brightly with her love

But there’s no time. “What do we know about the niece?” I ask as we climb into the car. “Not much. She’s eighteen, a senior in high school. Red hair, blue eyes.” “Anything else?” “Straight A’s. Doesn’t date.” “Doesn’t date?” I raise a brow. “Yup. No boyfriend. No drama.” What teenage girl in America doesn’t date? Weird. But she’s a mafia princess, so maybe not that weird. We arrive at Sal’s house around 3 p.m.

I snapped, slamming my palm against the desk beside me for emphasis. He shrugged, slowly, deliberately. “What are you talking about?” I slammed the documents in my hand onto the table—the ones that had everything I needed on Kai. That’s when it hit me fully. His name. Kai Slayer. A deadly mafia lord, disguised, building an empire under his own control. I had heard the name Kai Slayer before. Everyone had. But I didn’t expect him to be this young, this daring. Not the face he showed. Not someone who could be as dangerous, maybe more, than my dad’s empire.

I've always been lucky. I grew up in foster care, but every family I was placed with was either rich or powerful. Later, two of the wealthiest families around even took me in, both convinced I was their biological daughter. The first was the Kennedy family, an old aristocratic house. Their fake daughter, Sophia Kennedy, was an expert at framing people. Whenever she accused me of something, I'd happily take the blame, but my new parents never believed I'd done it. In the end, I got all the designer goods and even a share of the family profits. The second was the Percival family, a financial dynasty. Their fake daughter, Scarlett Percival, was a master at playing the victim. She played the vic

The year I went missing, I met a fortune-teller who said I was destined for wealth and power. After that, two mafia families claimed me as their daughter, one after another. The fake princess of the first family stabbed herself and framed me for it. I played the wounded victim and walked away with half of their smuggling and money-laundering network as compensation. The fake princess of the second family framed me as a traitor who had leaked secrets to the enemy. I turned her trap against her, flushed out a nest of real moles, and took over the core of the family's gunrunning operation. Only after a DNA test did I learn that I was the princess of Sicily's most powerful mafia family. At my we