The Badboy Meets The Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

“We’ll use the intel. But we’re not letting our guard down. Not with Forrest. Not with Billy. Not with anyone.” Despite the tensions, the trio’s mafia business was flourishing. Mia’s growing network provided protection, resources, and a semblance of order to communities long plagued by chaos. Mimi’s technological expertise proved invaluable, allowing them to stay one step ahead of their rivals. Lydia’s ruthless efficiency ensured that every operation ran smoothly, from smuggling routes to enforcement. But cracks in their alliance began to show. Mimi’s idealism clashed with Lydia’s pragmatism, and Mia found herself constantly mediating their disputes. One evening, a disagreement over the hand

Inward, it burned like ash on my tongue. The car hummed quietly as Damian steered us back through Naples. Neon lights smeared against the windows, fractured by the rain beginning to fall. My reflection stared back at me—cold eyes, jaw clenched—and behind it, the streets of the city I was meant to command. Men bowed their heads as we passed, the Camorra’s shadow stretching over every alley, every corner. Yet tonight, I felt no triumph. Only the chains of tradition clinking tighter around my throat. “Boss,” Damian said at last, breaking the silence. “What do you intend to do now? Will you follow through? Divorce the girl, marry Ginevra?”

He pushed his finger inside me, murmured as he sucked my neck, " What did I tell you, little tigress? I will fuck you right there if I find you here.. Good girls don't come to this place." I moaned as he added another finger, stretching me fully, " I was.. never a good girl..I am the bad mafia... woman..as.. they say..." He growled into my ears, hissing as my wetness coated his fingers, " WRONG! You are my woman! And..I like bad..Arch your ass up, sweetheart..I have all the intention to fuck you here.. You want this, don't you? You want my cock, right??"

She was so tired that before she knew here legs gave out under her and she fell to the ground. Meanwhile at the Francesco mansion, Marco was livid because he found out his partner in crime, Giovanni had been working with the Russian mafia underboss, leaking information and was going to kill him. One of his men came to him that they had caught him when he was about to flee the country and they had tied him up in the chair at the usual spot. (The spot was were they kept traitors who were going to die, which was close to the ocean bank where no one will hear when he shot them, not that he cared)

I start letting myself believe that it’s a nightmare and I will wake up soon. And though I’m the Mafia's princess, I feel anything but royalty. I would give it all up just to hold my husband once more. The words that Bianca said earlier come rushing back. How am I going to deal with this? They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. But I wonder what they would say revenge leads to?

“I hope you get along with Damian. In fact, why don’t you seduce him and make him yours?” Evelyn was rendered speechless. ‘How can I seduce that sly man? He would see right through me.’ “Stop talking nonsense. Unlike you, a mafia boss is not my ideal boyfriend.” She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Don’t be so quick to deny it. So tell me, is he good?” Evelyn knitted her brows, “He’s a mafia, how can he be good? Anyway, he did save me and give me my phone. So he’s partly not bad.”

he asks me and I look up, shaking my head. " She was my prize." " what?" " Her stupid father thought he could win against me. He had debts but no money to pay back. I could have just killed him, thats what I often did but I couldn't. His wife was sick and their youngest child had inharited that illness so he loaned money from me to try and safe at least one of them. I admit I had pity for that man but also I admired that he was willing to go as far as ask the mafia for money to safe his family. So I made him an offer, If he beats me in a game I choose he is free and I give him extra money on top. If he fails I get his elder daughter as my personal slave" he smirked at me.

I was still keeping an eye on her even though it was just a prank, I still didn't trust her. "You're lucky to have a boyfriend to protect you or else it would be your ass and my shoe bottom Anna" Marco gave his opinion. But I knew he would never do something so terrible.......I think. "You're woman will be doing a live chat tomorrow apologizing for what she has done Mr" Maurice continued. "Is that a threat?" My boyfriend asked flexing his muscles and showing his tattoos, he seemed a lot like a bad boy to me now than he usually would. A gorgeous bad boy for that matter.

Just then, my princess, move but inches forward to the seven men that are watching her as they are trembling, “Now, I suggest that we all drop our guns and have a decent meal.” Then there is a clever ass mouth that feels the need to say something, “You are just a girl with a gun in her hand. Do you even know how to use that thing?” I watch as my princess only laughs and gives me a slight wink, then she turns back to him, “This girl is Cassandra Cummings, and my father, Joseph, I am sure if he could talk, he would tell you that I know exactly how to use this thing.” But if I think that would make the fool back down, he only but raises his gun higher and start to break out in a fit of uncontro

Tommy asks in rapid succession. “No, well sort of. I mean they were assholes to my friends but I handled them just fine. One of them was trying to assault Maddy right in the middle of the hallway and nobody was doing anything about it so I not-so gently removed his hand from her, and threatened him with a dislocated shoulder if he touches her again. That’s actually how her and I met.” Tommy touches a hand to his heart and says, “I’ve never been more proud.” I smile at him and shake my head.