The Mafia Princess Return Novels & Stories

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

His face remained stoic. I noticed why he was acting this way. Guests were coming toward us and talking to us. He talked to the guests who congratulated us on our engagement. I put on my fake smile for them while, from the corner of my eye, looking at Nico, who held a small smile for the guests that vanished as thin as air. Nico's hand tightened as I saw a woman walking toward us. I knew she was an actress and also a daughter of the Mafia; her name was Anastasia Kirova. Her black eyes looked at Nico for longer, and Nico's body stiffened as she walked toward him.

I decided to taunt her more I want her to loose it . I moved closer to her and touch her lips ,I felt a weird connection between us ,so I moved close to her and whisper in her ear .. where do u want it lil slut? Here or outside ?? I fanned her neck .. she shivered lightly .. I was about to do more before I felt someone pull me back … I had totally forgotten my sister is here .. lilo dear ! Sorry but I will talk to you later I need to leave now and she .. I said pointing to the girl is coming with me ….. she made to protest but I stopped her no lilo I promise you I won’t kill her … take care lil sister I said and peck her on her head ….. I dragged the girl along with me , we got to my car ,ge

Her bleached blonde hair fell to her elbows, her make-up was fine except for the lipstick which was mostly off because of the drinks she had. “Ah, finally Jade,” she said, “and who is this?” she wanted to know while her words came out slurred, she looked at Mitch, interested in if he was my cab driver or if I had a friend she didn't know about. “How much for the drive?” She asked eventually.

Forget space travel—explain the Tupperware phenomenon! Speaking of space, let’s imagine aliens. Not the scary, slimy kind, but the kind that lands here, looks around, and says, “You people pay money to watch other humans eat food online? You invented planes but still argue about pineapple on pizza? And you call your leader a Prime Minister even though they’re rarely first at anything?” The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief.

“Or maybe you do admit you want them back. That’s why you’re still in that house. But your tactics won’t work. Mikael and I are still lovers, and Acker trusts me with all he has. Must hurt badly to see that I have taken your place, the most desired position you want in your life as their woman. La prima donna della mafia.” I had finished all the sugar cookies. All that was left on the real small plate were crumbs and the reflection of the sun hitting it. It occurred to me in a flash to maybe hit her over the head with it. Control, Alicia. Control. I closed my eyes and let out a breath before standing to my feet.

“I think we let them off too easy. The fact that asshole dared to come back and harass you—he clearly hasn’t learned his lesson. And I really didn’t like the way they walked away after treating my Princess like crap.” Even after everything we’d been through—after everything we’d done—he could still make my heart skip a beat with just a few words and a whisper at my ear. I smiled and looped my arms around his neck, leaning in close. “Do whatever you want. I don’t care about them anymore.” Tristan kissed the back of my hand, gave me that lazy, wicked grin of his, and then turned to leave. He was gone for maybe fifteen minutes. When he returned, there was no trace of Evan or Viola anywhere outs

nodding quietly Tony agrees. Texting the others, we move to excuse ourselves and end the lunch early. After a few handshakes and a few envelopes of hush money the men move to leave, Makela still hanging on my arm. Whining, she practically grinds her fake plastic body all over me, begging me to take her home and I quote “fill her up and put a baby deep inside her.” Ya no, the only one who’s ever carrying our child is our Principessa (Princess) not some two bit whore. Our Princess the only one who will ever have that privilege. Ripping my arm away I tell her to fuck off before forcibly removing her body from mine. Sobbing, she attempts to throw a fit as the valet tosses me my keys. Spotting my

Anya whispered, eyes glittering as she adjusted her revealing dress, barely able to contain her excitement. Malina, meanwhile, hid her disgust behind a painted smile. Sergei strode in, his scarred face and blank eye cold as death itself. Blood still stained his suit, yet he walked with the power of a king who feared nothing. Paine and Irina followed, heads high, pride radiating from their bruised bodies. The hall fell silent as if the walls themselves bowed. The Mafia Lord had returned. * Far away, a man shut off surveillance screens as his phone buzzed. One message lit the screen:

"It was all my fault. If I hadn't gone back to Sicily, if I was here..." "It's not your fault," I whispered. "How is your mother?" "She's at peace now," Sofia said, wiping her eyes. "I came back the second the funeral was over. When I heard what happened..." A flash of steel entered her eyes—the kind of coldness that comes from serving the Moretti family for thirty years. "Did that bitch get what she deserved?" "She did," I nodded. "And then some." Sofia nodded, satisfied. "The Don never disappoints."