The Forbidden Princess And Her Mafia Men Mga Nobela at Kwento

That’s probably why it stood out. The morning at the pool, the Mafia princess scanned Padre, Reinaldo, and me like she’d stepped on better things. When I learned she was married to that asshole Rocco, I felt sorry for her. She was supposed to be a princess, and if I was going to go with fairy-tale analogies, she’d ended up with a frog.

I asked, jerking up and covering my boobs with my hands to hide my naked body from their gaze. "Where am I?" I asked again, looking around the huge room. I tried to recollect what happened, then it clicked. Mr Peterson's Harem, the mafia world. Mr Peterson was a Mafia. An enemy of my father and it is me, I am the princess they were looking for. I'm done for if they ever find out. The mere thoughts alone made me shiver.

My dad does supply them with drugs and guns but lately, they have been misbehaving. Taking stuff and failing to pay on time pisses my dad off, so he needs to have a little chat with the leader. We both know what the 'little' chat means. Being a mafia princess is nothing like walking in the park and spending daddy's money. I Am trained to be a leader and how to handle business and go on every mission alongside my father. I specialise in knives and guns and am very good at it, perks of training for a long time. So in case,e my dad is not around, business goes on just fine.

What trickery is this? “United front, remember?” he whispers with a smile, showing off his perfect set of teeth. I can’t help but get a flashback of a conversation I had with my brother five years ago. ~~~~It’s not fair on humankind! You and Leo should be ugly with a disgusting scar on your faces like the horrible mafia heirs in movies~~~~ Nikita Davi. ~~~~Drop-dead gorgeous should not be a label for a mafia princess either, little sis~~~~ Jake Davi responded with a grin.

“Life has been hard in Switzerland. I didn’t have enough money to pursue my art. Then I learn that my father wasn’t my real father. My real father has been in jail because of his involvement in the mob. I had to quit school. And because of that I came to know my boss. Since then I had been used as a tool.” Right, he travels the world as a musician. It would be easier for him to get jobs done without raising suspicion. “My boss doesn’t have that much ambition. He’s content of how he runs our clan in Switzerland. Until I met Luciano. He plans to take over New York. And he can’t do that with the Russians controlling the business.” “You already knew who I was even before we met?” I asked him, al

THE MAFIA'S PRINCESS. THE END💕

I take a deep breath and nod. Sebastian Ferreira, better known as Dio, is the biggest mafia boss in Rome. He's in charge of most of Europe and he has some strong ties with the Mexican mafia as well. Everything that's happening in the city right now has something to do with him. And his presence in Rome means it's going to get even more dangerous out here.

“I’ve been expecting your call.” Tristan. The man my father once wanted me to marry. The son of a powerful ally, raised in the same dark world I was. We’d known each other since we were kids—but we were never friends. If it were up to me, nemesis would’ve been a better word for Tristan. Still, I always knew—out of all the men in New York’s mafia circles, he was the only one who could match me. Maybe even outmatch me. So just this once, I chose to trust my father’s judgment. And put my faith in the man I used to call my enemy.

Her panic vanished, replaced by a scornful laugh. "Miss Aria? Her?" Brenda scoffed, pointing at me as if I were a piece of garbage. "Are you blind? Look at her! Dressed like a bricklayer who just crawled out of a sewer. The real Miss Moretti is a princess. She wears designer clothes, not this trash. This liar is trying to trick you!" Though my body was shaking uncontrollably from the cold, I met her gaze. The Moretti ice in my eyes could have frozen hell over.

Prince’s voice was soothing over the phone, “she's the prized weapon of the Volkov family. Do you know how they've always been secretive about their last daughter? No one even knows what she looks like until today.” “And why is that?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. Most mafia fathers always keep their daughters locked up and away from the public eye. They were, after all, mafia princesses that’d be married off to solidify businesses and forge relationships when they were of age so they needed to be protected. I guessed she was one of the mafia princesses who knew nothing about the business and she had the fucking nerve to challenge me? Now, I was really going to have to show