Romans & histoires The Mafia Heiress Behind The Scenes

However, I didn't want that, so I only asked for the highest share of the company. Currently, I am managing an entertainment company I opened with the money in my trust fund. Despite losing me when I was a kid, Roberto kept my account updated monthly, hoping he would meet me someday, and he did. With the money there, I was able to achieve my dreams, one I'd longed for so long. As I walked down the car, the men standing by the door bowed to me. Being the heiress of a dreaded Mafia Lord in Italy, the wife of a Mafia Lord in Spain, and a deadly sniper — a title I earned over the years — I was respected and feared by the men.

, I begin. "Fuck, he sounds hot." Adele groans and flattens herself on the bed. I stare off to the side before sighing, "He is, very much so," I respond. "So, who exactly is he? Is he a student at our school or someone you met on a job?" Before I say anything, I glance at her. "He's the next leader of the Italian Mafia." She gasps and sits up straight, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh god, he's bound to be a fucking king in the sheets."

With him was Layla: his wife who is just a housewife and has no responsibility in the mafia dealings. Cooking and giving birth were her thing. Three sons of the almost same age lead the soldiers to war and the eldest, the underboss, is groomed to be a boss someday. Jacob was growing old already. The other members of the group were recruited and trained in various positions to handle. And the most precious and protected, Nica Mizzeti. She was the only female child and for that, Jacob cherished her. Unlike the others, Nica wasn't trained the mafia way but as a housewife for a mafia boss.

“It’s fine if you don’t come with me. I can handle myself.” My lips immediately turned up in a smirk when Claire roughly closed her book and stood up. She looked at me, having no other choice. I know she doesn’t want to go out. She’s still exhausted. We both are. We got so caught up with all the matters going inside the family for the past few months. Since the Elcrimo mafia empire of the Constantines is growing bigger, I am entailed with bigger issues and responsibilities, too – my essential role as the heiress. This, maybe, is just the second or third day-off we had. Claire wanted to spend her break in a quiet and comfortable place; sit, read a book, and then later on sleep. And it is way

We won. We entered a smoked glass door on this tall building 3 days after the conquest. Wearing a corporate suit, we'll meet the 'bosses' for formalities regarding our training as one of their mafia teams. Heading to the front to bow, I raised my head, and I saw Theon in the middle. I didn't show my shock, the two gasps. I knew someone's up with him. He's the 'Mafia Chairman' according to the pin on his coat. The meeting have this cold air, we remained stoic.

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.

Adrianna’s POV I heard my secret mafia boyfriend, Marco Ross, call me a disposable substitute on our anniversary—as he proposed to another woman, Bianca, the so-called Conti heiress. That same day, he ignored my calls for help while masked men broke in and shot me, taking our unborn child with them. What no one knew? I was the real Conti heiress, and Bianca he chose was just a fraud. So I made one call—I’m going home to take everything back. As for Marco and Bianca… they can both go to hell.

I said and left immediately. "Wait a minute!" She stopped me before I open the door, "Does that mean you knew who I am, really?" I nodded at her, "The only daughter of Davis Scott, the Nation's Tycoon?" I declared as I turn to her, then, briefly averted my gaze. 'And the Heiress of the Whale Mafia Wing!' I wished to spit the latter words but my gut was not supporting me. Her lips parted and surprise took all over her face. She sagged her back against the headrest while she felt somewhat grumpy.

"So this is transactional." "Everything is transactional, Miss Harrington." He pulled out his phone, typed something, then pocketed it again. "My offer: You come with me. You tell me everything you know about Julian's deal. In exchange, I keep you alive and help you take back what's yours." "And if I refuse?" "Then I leave you here with your principles and two corpses." His expression didn't change. "Your choice. But my car leaves in thirty seconds." Tia looked at the wreckage of her Aston Martin, at the bodies of men sent to kill her, at the ruins of her white engagement dress. Behind her was a fiancé who'd planned to rob and murder her. Ahead was a mafia king offering a devil's bargain.

Drake said as he pulled up a few blocks away from the event center. “Okay. I got this.” We waited for a few minutes before a limousine was pulling up behind us. “They succeeded.” We got out of the car, walking towards the Limousine. The door to the Limousine opened and Zypher, Slade, Cruz, Jacob and Andrea stepped out. “We were successful. Madame Georgia has been taken care of,” Andrea said. Madame Georgia was the woman that was supposed to attend the auction, but I was going to be going in her place. She owned a popular whorehouse, and she came to auctions like this to buy girls.