Novel & Cerita The Forbidden Princess And Her Mafia Men

Instead, a slow smile spreads across his face, and he signals to his guards to bring me to him. 'Signore e signori, vorrei presentarvi la mia ultima acquisizione, la Principessa Russa, Tavisha Khusnova. Una giovane donna che, evidentemente, non comprende le usanze della nostra mafia italiana. Una cosa a cui sto per porre rimedio immediatamente.' [Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to my latest acquisition, the Russian Principessa, Tavisha Khusnova. A young lady who clearly does not understand the ways of our Italian Mafia. Something I am about to rectify immediately.]

He would say, "You don’t need to know now. All you need to be is a good girl and how do you do that? By stop being a bone in my throat. ACT LIKE A PRINCESS, KATYA. ACT LIKE ROYALTY.“ Right. I'd nod, chewing back my words because that made it so much better. I knew I wasn’t some obedient little mafia princess like I should be but, it wasn't no less his fault. He had pushed me to it. Papa wasn't one to tolerate nonsense. Not from his men, and certainly not from even me, his daughter. He was the Mafia King of Saint Petersburg cold, merciless, worshipped like a god and feared like the devil. But me? I was his wild daughter. The disgrace. The one he couldn’t tame, no matter how many places he loc

ROSALINDA He embodied the archetype of typical mafia bosses, exploiting women for their selfish needs and discarding them at will, like dirt bags. I only knew of Rebecca, but I was sure there was a lot more. Antonio was everything I was against, everything I vowed to never condone, everything about the mafia.

His dark eyes searched mine, and I had to fight not to look away. “Is that what you truly believe? Or are you hoping to convince me.” He whispered. “I’ve known my place in that family since I was born, what I just told you is the truth.” “That's not the truth Eleanor. The truth is that you're a woman and not just any woman, you're a mafia princess. You're precious to them, they are trained to protect you, it's drilled into them from the moment they are born before they even become made men. As made men we live on two things, honor and pride and their honor dictates that they keep you safe and they have failed at that so every second that you are here with me, the shame of their failure eats

He never realized the only reason he was able to put that sick bastard behind bars was because I made it happen. From the moment I joined Boris’ rússkaya máfiya group, I had set my eyes on taking over. I knew I could manage every aspect of our organized crime better and make it more profitable. Boris raged too much, made too many mistakes that cost lives unnecessarily and he managed it with personal emotions. If you happened to cross his path on a bad day, he’d kill you without any reason. That wasn’t a way to run our operation or any of our businesses successfully. So, I learned every aspect of our organization and slowly took more and more control of our illegal businesses and all the cont

When I was wedded to him, I stopped my dreams to save my father's company too. And Sebastian... I happened to save him after he yielded a gunshot. No doctors helped him after learning he was the heir of Noir de Costas, an infamous syndicate group, known to be the government's lapdogs. "I can make his life difficult for you," he whispered with a curl on his lips. "Or I can simply make him disappear for you, princess." "There's no fun in that, isn't there? And don't call me princess." "Why not, kitten? You are but a stray with no owner. You should have left with me when you had the chance, Kierra."

I didn't really know of what happened to his body after that day, because Sylvester has refused to tell me anything about it, and believe me I didn't really want to know. I was still the little princess of the Muskegon’s mansion, as all of them hadn't changed at all towards me. They kept babying me all the time, making me feel babyish more often. And yes, it didn't take them long to forgive Fredo for his mistake, because in some way, they understood that he had helped in saving my life. And for the Muskegon:s basement all that was in it were guns, charts, daggers, all it was that should belong to a Mafia.

] He eased his hold on her a little allowing her to drag in deep breaths when she tried to return to the cushion he tightened it again slightly, ‘Did I give you permission to move?’ He growled then signalled to the two women who had held her down while he collared her, ‘Va bene signore, mostrate alla principessa della mafia cosa si sta perdendo.’ [Okay ladies, show the stuck up Mafia Princess what she is missing out on.]

Then back up again—toward my most private area. Once his hands reached there, Luca snapped. “Enough!” His fist slammed against the table. My lips curled into a faint disgusted smile. So he was still pretending he cared? That I still had power over him? I was naïve to ever believe that. Those Mafia Made Men had no hearts. He was now chasing this Bratva princess for the benefits she brought. The girl was stunning. Her golden hair shone like a Barbie doll’s. No one would guess she was here to negotiate a weapons deal.