The Mafia Princess Seven Overprotective Brothers Novels & Stories

My men pulled him up by his shirt and made him sit back on the stool with his face leaking everywhere. “This isn't some local street gang you are fucking with. This is the mafia and we do not fuck around, you understand me? The next time I see one of you in my neighborhood, on my street and you dare touch one of my businesses, I will kill you on the spot.” My voice raised with every new word until I was all up in one of their faces.

She smiled weakly, trying to hide the tears building in her eyes. “I’m twenty years old. I can handle myself,” she whispered. “I’m twenty-six,” I replied softly, “and I can handle anyone who hurts you. So talk.” She looked at me with a weak smile. Changing into a sad look. “I broke up with Brandon.” “Did he cheat on you?” I asked immediately. I should make sure to teach him a lesson. “No,” she shook her head. “He found out about our family’s real mafia business. It scared him, and he couldn’t handle it.”

This was impromptu family business. "Giovanna please take a seat." my father smiled wide sending a shiver down my spine. The fact he was happy with me was very unnerving. "Hello Giovanna." Don Emillo Serrano greeted me, my sister had married his brother Javier Serrano. "Hello Don Emillo, so nice to see you." I robotically responded with my well polished, well taught manners. I was nothing but the perfect Mafia Princess. I sat straight in my chair, knees together ankles crossed completely posed.

Maybe the Mafia world was my destiny and Dominico was my soul mate sent from Heaven. I later heard after a few weeks that Richard has moved back to his country to take over the same throne he has been on the run for and here I was left to rot in my own pain and weary. Kiara and her brother quickly became the family I never had as the minutes turned into hours and hours into day and into weeks and weeks into months, my heart clapped back to its original hard nature. There wasn't any love out there for me any way and I didn't see the need to explore with anyone since after Richard. Just two days ago, Kiara and her brother landed in Sicily to begin their new life with Maria away from the enemie

"My brother bought this entire estate for our mother's return. Madre hasn't even set foot inside, and yours is already here to cash in. How disgusting." "If you ask me, getting beaten to death with a club is just part of the Mafia's rules. It saves us the embarrassment of her walking down the street and shaming the Falcone family name." "My brother must have been crazy to marry you. Trash like you should never dream of climbing into our world."

’ [Little brother, have you come to taste the little Bratva whore? Alessandro looked at his brother, ‘Perché? Perché l'hai presa e perché non me l'hai detto?’ [Why? Why did you take her and why didn’t you tell me?] ‘Lei è la moglie del Bratva Pakhan è stata una buona occasione da perdere ed è così fottutamente caldo, vincere, vincere fratellino e non sei stato informato perché non sei mafia non ti riguardava’ [She’s the wife of the Bratva Pakhan it was to good an opportunity to miss and she is so fucking hot, win, win little brother and you were not informed because you are not Mafia it did not concern you]

"I have three sisters, and two brothers, Gabriel is younger than me. My parents used to rule the biggest Mafia in Mexico, we did everything illegal and its leadership is passed from father to son, the strongest and bravest son, it doesn't matter who's the oldest or the youngest. As soon as we get to the age of seven, we are exposed to the underworld, taught everything we needed to know about survival, undergo training, and at fourteen, we can finally have our first kill. It was scary and they got everything recorded and let us watch the type of monsters that we are but they didn't let us recover, we were exposed to a battlefield where we killed to survive, We killed without blinking. I met J

Maybe, here in this house by the sea, they could carve out a different kind of forever. A forever where love was stronger than blood. Where promises meant more than power. Where a mafia king could fall to his knees for the reckless, beautiful girl who taught him to feel again. And stay there, grateful, for the rest of his life. ---

None of them looked younger than twenty-four, meaning I had to be the youngest. The mansion belonged to one of the most feared men in the city, Domenico Fanucci. Although he tried covering his tracks behind a family vineyard and brewery, everyone knew him as one of the most ruthless and notorious mafia bosses. His sons had quite the reputation in the city as well, and it was not a good one. There was the youngest brother, Dante, known for his playboy ways, the middle child, Gian, known for his lack of manners, and at last, the oldest, the heir—Alessio, known for his hideous temper, cold aura, and handsome looks.

I am grateful for that small mercy, sparing me from wincing in pain. "How you managed to end up with my brother is still a mystery, but I love it," she whispers in my ear as we pull apart. "The man is a handful," I sigh, earning laughter from everyone around us. Something about this place feels like home. As I settle into the atmosphere, I learn that Raffaele indeed has siblings, all of them deeply involved in their own lives—and, in some way, in the mafia. Isabella has a twin, Luna, who is just as spirited as she is, along with two brothers, Mattia and Aldo, the latter being fiercely protective of the family. Though I have yet to meet them, I already sense the deep bonds that tie this famil