The Mafia Princess Seven Overprotective Brothers 소설 & 이야기

I said and all the men stood near me I'm still looking at the door when we heard someone "The missing mafia princess of the Italian, American Mafia, and the granddaughter of the King that leads the European Mafia, and now she became a Queen. Who would have thought? Oh and don't forget that the Spanish king is her beloved," we hear someone say from the shadows "Ivy?" I asked as I recognized her voice "Oh my the queen knows me too bad you fucking murdered my brother, my sister, and father," she yelled "I didn't kill your father your brother did after he tried to rape me and your brother got no less than he deserved, he was the one who haunted me the most, he was there when Mia and Chad hurt me

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.

"Klara its your mummy what happened tell me please baby" "Mo-Mom it hurts" "What hurts baby" my brother Anthony asked. "Everything, My ribs,le-" She didn't even completed her sentence and fainted. "KLARA IVY DE LUCA OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES" "Wake up" "Mario go and call the driver we have to take her to hospital, mom pack her clothes" Lorenzo ordered. Everybody were sobbing mess. We just got her and cannot lose her. By the time we reached hospital , everyone were parting ways and bowing because not everyday you see whole Italian and Spanish mafia gathered.

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.

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.

{ 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.