The Mafia Princess Seven Overprotective Brothers Novels & Stories

If I’ve learnt anything in the past months it's that anyone can betray you. “Oh, Beta Emilio. What a surprise. How are you doing?” His voice came. “I am ok, thanks.” Only physically. I’m an emotional mess but he didn’t have to know that. “How are you doing and how are things in your pack? I heard your Alpha was killed.” “Oh, Beta Emilio. Things have been bad. The Mafia princess is missing. She was supposed to be the one to take over as Mafia boss and Alpha but she ran away after her father was killed by Rogues.”

She then hurried over to Emma and asked, “Emma, did my third brother bully you?” Emma looked at her indifferently and remained silent. The Seventh Princess gasped and said, “How could that be? My third brother is anything but a person like that! He’s always gentle and friendly.” Emma nodded, looking at her. “Did you not see his expression just now? Did you not find it terrifying?” The Seventh Princess was at a loss for words. She had seen it clearly. Her third brother was furious, and his expression was indeed intimidating. She had never seen Alpha Jeffn that angry, or to put it, she had never witnessed him show any emotion like that in front of others.

“Listen, baby girl, you know this isn’t right, don’t you?” “Well, yes, in a way. But honestly, I don’t care, Seb. I’ve wanted you for so long, and now that I finally have you… I just hope it lasts,” she says, her eyes glistening with emotion. “Yes, it’s very wrong. We’re step-siblings, and I’m meant to protect you. Plus, I’m involved in the mafia, and it’s a dangerous world we navigate,” I explain slowly, unsure of how she’ll react.

I’m the real, long-lost daughter of the Yue family—a powerful Mafia crime family in the Italian Quarter. But Sophia Young, the fake princess they’ve raised for years, found out the truth. Terrified I’d take back everything she’d stolen, she posted a bounty in a private group chat for the top young Mafia heirs in the city: Whoever can get photos of her entering illegal businesses, catch her in shady deals, or dig up dirt to ruin her reputation… I’ll marry you.

My dad does supply them with drugs and guns but lately, they have been misbehaving. Taking stuff and failing to pay on time pisses my dad off, so he needs to have a little chat with the leader. We both know what the 'little' chat means. Being a mafia princess is nothing like walking in the park and spending daddy's money. I Am trained to be a leader and how to handle business and go on every mission alongside my father. I specialise in knives and guns and am very good at it, perks of training for a long time. So in case,e my dad is not around, business goes on just fine.

One of my brothers. I'm at alert immediately. They don't really text me. And while everyone assumes that we are quite close, the truth is that I don't have much of a sibling relationship with any of them. Just a lone mafia princess born in the home of three brothers. It had been rough for me when both my parents died, forcing my eldest brother to take up the role of the mafia boss at a young age. And then, even more was expected of us, the direct descendants. Of course, no one ever talked about that. I was just the villain in everyone's story. The good thing, I was good at playing the villain too.

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.

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.

Isabella pressed trembling fingers against her lips as emotion crashed violently through her chest again. How had everything spiraled this badly? Just weeks ago her biggest worries had been school assignments, social drama, and figuring out her relationship with Alessandro Valenti. Now? Now she was hiding inside a secret house with his father, one of the most feared mafia kings in the country while rival families hunted her existence. Gunmen. Blood. Threats. Death. Her eyes squeezed shut painfully. “No…” A broken sound escaped her throat, as she truly let herself think about it. Really think about it.

“He’s making threats and Matteo is involved and I didn’t see it coming. What is going on?” It was time for me to pull my head out of Maria’s ass. I thought avoidance was best. I was wrong. What happened tonight was not something I saw coming and I wasn’t prepared. A Mafia princess is always ready, and I needed to find my Rossi bitch. Unfortunately, she was in hiding and considering going to the mattresses. Could I be more pathetic? “Alessandro slept his way through half the princesses over the past three years. This year, you’re on his radar.”