Novel & Cerita The Forbidden Princess And Her Mafia Men

My red dress straight down to my feet with a slit slicing through my legs and stopping just half way above my knee level. “A true diva would be crowned tonight. Not a baron”, Maria said with a smile. For some unknown reason she seems to know quite a lot more about the Mafia world than I did. All that I learnt was the little I had down while with my father and for the past seven years during my exile I totally exempted myself from the reality of the world that I came from. With a bow never to have anything with it except to finish the work I left behind. The revenge.

I should have been happy because after a week of searching, I had finally found her, but one glimpse at the name below her picture and I realised what a huge mistake I had made. Rosaline Guerra, sister of Domenico Guerra, Consigliere of Famiglia—that was who she was. The picture of her was taken while she was with her brother, half his face visible in the picture. She looked so fucking innocent in her pink dress with strapped sleeves. I loved the sleek rise of her neck too much. She was a rose, one with too many thorns on her, those thorns being the entirety of the New York Cosa Nostra. She was one of the forbidden fruits, besides Adonis’s sisters.

Although father refused to share the full details but it doesn’t mean I don’t have foot soldiers of my own who feed me the type of information I need, The murmur of a marriage alliances has been making waves in our world but nobody is sure who… Although a nagging feeling that I don’t usually ignore tells me exactly what I need to know about tonight. Regardless of what anyone thinks beneath all that beauty, I was no bimbo. I know whose talk of marriage would make such impact, suddenly I felt that familiar ache, the one that tells me I am not made to be a trophy. I am made of iron dressed in lace. I am a survivor wrapped in gold. This world tends to want to mold you into what you aren’t, Infac

There are other mafias too but these are good mafias. French Mafia is from Amelia's side family and my and Amelia's marriage was an arrangement but eventually we fell in love and had seven kids. Time to say bye to Italy for some time.

I said and all the men stood near me I'm still looking at the door when we heard someone "The missing mafia princess of the Italian, American Mafia, and the granddaughter of the King that leads the European Mafia, and now she became a Queen. Who would have thought? Oh and don't forget that the Spanish king is her beloved," we hear someone say from the shadows "Ivy?" I asked as I recognized her voice "Oh my the queen knows me too bad you fucking murdered my brother, my sister, and father," she yelled "I didn't kill your father your brother did after he tried to rape me and your brother got no less than he deserved, he was the one who haunted me the most, he was there when Mia and Chad hurt me

A guard with a shaved head and a black rubber apron stood over me, electric clippers buzzing like an angry hornet. "No," I wheezed. "Not my hair. Please." "You don't have a name, no hair, no identity when you're here. You are just 402," the guard said, grabbing the back of my neck like a vice. "In the Forge, pretty is weak." "My father is Don Moretti! He'll kill you for this!" The guard laughed, dry and nasty. "Your father paid for this package, kid. Premium. He told us to shatter your ego. Shave it all off."

She seemed defeated, not that I’d blame her after dealing with everyone else’s idiocy, and I realized that her mood was directly affecting me as if I was a sponge. She turned back around and slumped down against the balcony and I noticed that she clearly had shed more than a few tears. “Do you know what almost every other mafia princess wants?” She suddenly said. “They want to shop for clothes and jewelry. They want to be someone’s future mother or wife. They want someone to save them from their lives with love or adventure or sex or whatever other drug they’re chasing. Most of them want out or want nothing to do with the syndicate at all.

She was the long-lost mafia princess of the Russian Empire. And by the ancient laws of their underworld alliances, she was their fated, promised wife. A dark, predatory amusement settled over the study. "This makes things so much easier," Vincenzo smirked wickedly, a sinister glint in his eyes. "She is our wife now, whether she likes it or not." "Why don't we let our little princess have her fun?" Valerius agreed, a cruel smile touching his lips. "Let her believe she actually managed to escape us. It will be much more delicious to crush her illusions later."

"If Mafia Lord Lucian wishes to take them as slaves, he is free to do so. None of them hold royal status anyway." The Skull gang began to circle us, and it became apparent that this was part of a larger plan. I looked at Jessica, her smirk widening. Well played. There was only one option left. I closed my eyes, preparing to summon my magic in front of everyone. Energy surged within me with great intensity. "Impossible!" "Stop her!" I heard Jessica shout. ****

When Sky Foster aimed, Charlie was often the target, and she had the kind of accuracy that made people flinch before she even threw anything. Sky Foster. The fiery blonde with eyes so green they could probably stop hearts if she cared to look up long enough. She was not just sassy, she was a full blown hurricane in designer sneakers. Charlie secretly called her his princess. Ridiculous, really. She was not his. She would never be his. Because Sky Foster was the daughter of River Foster, the notorious Mafia boss who ran the Crimson Serpents with a smile sharp enough to cut glass. And Charlie. He was the hired help. The bodyguard assigned to keep her out of trouble, or at least to try.