The Mafia Princess Seven Overprotective Brothers Novels & Stories

The brothers walked away defeated; even when they entered vans, none of their men dared utter a single word, fearing that the anger they handled would unload on them. The brothers couldn't blame them either. Their partners understood them too. On the side of the Red Mafia, they understood it; Yaroslav and Yasir didn't want to risk their sister Yulia, the youngest of the Ivanovs. They understood Massimo Coppola, Don of the Camorra, for not wanting to risk his brother Lorenzo. Of course, they did Because they would never risk it; brotherhood was a solid bond. They also understood Aurelio Vitale, Gift of Costa Nostra, for not wanting to risk his mother, Vittoria Vitale.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

His eyes became soft and he caressed the girl's face in the picture. "She is not George Rae's daughter. She is my baby sister. The princess of the Italian mafia. She belongs with me. Not with that Alessandro. I want my sister back. Why is she living with Alessandro anyway? Why is she not living with George Rae and his family?" he asked with anger and displeasure.

The smaller one moved to her side, close enough that she could smell his cologne — warm, expensive, and intoxicating. “I’m Adrian,” the taller one said. “This is my brother Nico. We are the Mancini Princes.” She had heard the name before. The Mancinis ran one of the most feared mafia families in the city. They were power, money, and danger rolled into one. Nico tilted his head, studying her. “You’re prettier than I expected. Father didn’t tell us that.” Adrian took her arm, firm but not rough. “We’re leaving.”

he greeted coolly, emphasizing my full name just to get under my skin—he knew how much I hated it. “Where’s Xavier? And mama? And Aria and Amara?” Gianna asked eagerly. “I’m right here,” Xavier Ammassari’s voice rang out, his smile easy and confident as he strolled over to us. Both Ammassari brothers were devastatingly handsome, carrying the undeniable presence of men who led one of the most powerful mafia families in the country. The only difference? Xavier wore his power with effortless charm, while Leo carried his with arrogance. “Xavier,” Gianna hugged her oldest brother tightly and I won’t deny, I felt a twinge of longing and jealousy to see the close-knit bonding between the three of t

Like I was one of many, and he was doing me a favor? When I met Evan, he was a newcomer to New York’s mafia circle. Fresh blood. His father had just brought him in, and their family was still scraping by, dealing in low-level arms and dirty drugs. But he had that smile. That posture—confident, but not cocky. Steady in a way that drew my attention. In my world, the weak bow to the strong. Evan didn’t bow. He didn’t grovel. And when he was with me, he didn’t treat me like I was fragile or something to conquer.

Michele is clearly worried and anxious. Clarissa lovingly held Michele hand, to give him emotional support. "You can trust me..." she gave him words of encouragement. Michele feels much better after hearing those words from Clarissa. It really means a lot to him, because he feels much braver. "Clarissa, my family is the head of the organized Mafia crime group, which is notoriously called as "La Famiglia." he started. Clarissa looked a bit taken back when she heard the words "organized Mafia crime group."

He's very dangerous when it comes to his brothers and his Sorella. Giovanni Domenico Romano -The sixth born and is 19 years old. He has brown hair and blue eyes. He's in the Italian Mafia and is an assassin and Hacker. He's very dangerous when it comes to his brothers and his Sorella. Domenico Giovanni Romano -The seventh born and is 18 years old. He has dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He's in the Italian Mafia and is an assassin. He's very dangerous when it comes to his brothers and his Sorella.

It was getting dark when they finally dressed and left her they ordered her to take a long bath and sleep ready for the next day, when they would return with more of their friends to enjoy her body. ‘Tomorrow we break you into taking two of us in your hot tight pussy.’ Alberto told her slapping her naked ass hard, ‘You’ll enjoy that won’t you little whore?’ They grinned lewdly as they slammed the door behind them leaving her slumped on the floor exhausted after a few minutes she pushed herself to her feet and walked into the bathroom. The little brunette showered as if in a trance, there was no way out for her she understood a little of the power the Mafia had now and all she could think of

After entering my Rolls-Royce Phantom, I drove speedily onto the road and called the maid, Teresa, since Sofia was without a phone. Who is third Brother Elijah? Yeah, that's the big question, and why am I the only one who could stop him? Third brother McCain is my step-uncle; the brother of the man who adopted me and ensured I was groomed the Mafia way. Although everyone went by the family name McCain, there were the three original McCain brothers. Brother Pierce who died during a mafia war, Brother Nicholas who had adopted me with his wife, was the last king of New York, also late now, and the last surviving, Elijah McCain.