The Mafia Princess Seven Overprotective Brothers Novels & Stories

She was supposed to fear him, but instead of trembling, she was laughing with a mocking gaze in her eyes. “Oh, please. You cannot compete with the brothers. You may be able to temporarily steal me from them, but you can never have me.” She declared. “Hm, are you telling me I am inferior to them?” Alfie’s eyes darkened. “You are not even in the same league. What makes them differ from you is not just about the money or the status. But these men actually have honor and integrity. They wouldn’t do something petty like this out of curiosity and childish whims.” She stated.

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

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."

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

Matteo was nineteen then, already being raised to become the heir of his fathers criminal organization, he’s a boy who had to grow into a man earlier than most kids and he had already being shaped into something dangerous. They were never introduced as siblings, Never encouraged to bond as family either. The marriage between both parents had just been a business deal.. The house was too tense, too constricting even for Alessia a former mafia princess who was used to danger. Stuck in a situation she could barely understand with a cold and non existent step father and a step sibling that intrigued her more than her books.. Things took a turn, proximity does things to people, just as how the ac

Justin have long dried up during his walk back. The few mafias around them where practically drooling at the monstrosity of the two monster cock but the twin ignored them. What is the use of staring when none of their pussies could take either of them. "Walk with me. I just got news from outside the continent. The world is getting more ans more turbulent. The number of talented mafia sprouting are many and everywhere is heating up like a volcano, ready to erupt anytime. The seven brothers are not having it easy on themselves either" Jose said and the two chuckled. That is what they call their dad and uncles, the seven brothers, with no care in the world, but why they are really chuckling is

That alone has multiplied our enemies and shrunk our allies. Then there’s the darker business, the one my father built and led long before I took over. The one that unites and shatters our family. The one my mother decided to wash her hands of, pretending she didn’t know what kind of blood paid for her diamonds. My sister still lives in blissful ignorance, running her charities, thinking we’re the good guys. But there’s nothing good about The Seven. America’s deadliest mafia network. A covert alliance of billionaires and bloodlines that rule everything beneath the polished surface of politics and power. Businessmen. Generals. Media tycoons. All puppeteers of chaos wearing clean suits and exp

She squeezes her eyes shut and reopens them. “Promise me that you won't get mad” “I won't." A beat of silence passes between us, and just when I think she's not going to tell me, she mutters the words under her breath so low I barely realize she's spoken. “You're going to have to speak up, Solnyshko” “It's my brother”, She repeats louder this time, and I hear her loud and so fucking clearly when she says, “The new head of the Irish mafia is my brother, Aaron.”