The Mafia Princess Seven Overprotective Brothers Novels & Stories

ROSALINDA He embodied the archetype of typical mafia bosses, exploiting women for their selfish needs and discarding them at will, like dirt bags. I only knew of Rebecca, but I was sure there was a lot more. Antonio was everything I was against, everything I vowed to never condone, everything about the mafia.

Bro was actually jealous how sil liked to praise his efficiency in works. "Yeah, at least better than yours." She mocked. Encountering such a confusing situation, Adam whispered into my ears, "Why are they fighting like a couple?" "Because they are!" It's my time to smirk. "What!? That's your brother? You are a mafia princess? Even Elora too." Adam wanted to cry. "Don't worry, mafia organisation hardly leave any proofs." I assured him. It's true that we killed people, but not even God himself could find our criminal records.

That was the most foolish thing she would have done. "Nathan, what are you doing? Who said that I want to go overseas with you?" "I am just trying to keep you safe so that my brother does not harm you. Do you know what mafia bosses do to people who betray them and take them for granted?" "Who is a mafia boss?" "They deal with all kinds of dark business and drugs. Once they catch a traitor, they kill them and then they sell their organs to the black market. Believe it or not, my brother is the president of all mafia bosses in the entire city."

{ Judas } Another day, another bullshit mafia party I have to attend to. I maybe wouldn't hate them as much if it weren't for the fact that I have to attend these parties accompanied by my whole family; my parents and six of my brothers, which makes any party instantly lame and boring.

With his hand on Ashers' shoulder, the one tilted his head to the side. "You have some nerves being all 'king-like' in this bar when it sure as hell isn't your territory, Valentino." He made eye contact with a dark-headed man, one he would recognize anywhere. It was the son of the man who killed Asher's sister in a car 'accident' seven years ago. He lost his best friend and family member on that day, and his sister had been six months pregnant when she was killed in that accident. He would never forgive that family, and he would never forgive this man for his involvement in his sister's downfall. After all, at one point, they had been brothers.

The air crackled with the promise of murder. Then, a set of heavy footsteps from the doorway. My grandfather, Giovanni. The patriarch of the Moretti family, the old Don who built our empire in Chicago. Behind him stood Leo Bianchi, the family's consigliere. The entire inner circle was here. "What... what the hell happened here?!" My grandfather's eyes were about to pop out of his head. He saw my state, the mess on the floor, and Brenda on the ground, moaning. His face was a thundercloud of pure rage.

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.

The seed money from the drug run would be able to allow him a better life. Or perhaps a takeover event. Either way, I couldn't allow him to live. At least he'd failed in one regard. I'd been put on notice of his betrayal. Every rock I'd turned over, every favor called in had proven futile. If anyone could find him without issue, it would be a member of the Sons of Darkness. I rolled my eyes at the name, uncertain any longer which of the five of us had coined the phrase. We were the five princes of the most powerful mafia families within the United States, men capable of exacting revenge as necessary.

He asked her. “I want to know. I rather know the truth now than to remain in the dark, blind to the world around me.” She replied. “Fine, I will tell you the truth but no matter what you know, I will not let you go no matter how you beg me to. So you better be prepared enough to handle it.” He took a deep breath before telling her. “I am actually a mafia leader. The group is called The Osborne. It was founded by my grandfather and expanded by my father, after my father passed away, I took over his position as the leader.” He responded.

Betty, who always acted so weak she couldn't even twist open a bottle cap, was now swirling a glass of red wine, looking down on me. "Well, look who it is. Our little charity case of a mafia princess." "Does it hurt, sister?" She ground the tip of her high heel into my ankle, her laughter echoing. "You really think brother is coming to save you? Dream on. He's busy picking out a dress for my book launch right now." "You're insane! What do you want?!" I struggled against my bonds. "What do I want?" Betty took a sip of wine. "I want to get rid of you, you useless obstruction."