The Mafia Princess Seven Overprotective Brothers Novels & Stories

"My brother would kill you for standing this close to me and if you should even put your hands on me for a fraction of a second, you'd be starting a war." "Starting a war over you might not be that much of a bad idea." Her eyes widened, then paled and she swallowed at my words. She was so expressive, this one and it makes me wonder what her family was doing. The first thing about coming from a mafia family was to be able to school your expressions and here she was, the mafia princess of one of the most formidable mafia groups as expressive as hell. It is a world of predators and prey, that one attribute will make her easy prey.

They were gaunt, all the old arrogance of mafia princes gone. "Victoria! Victoria, save us!" Lorenzo dropped to his knees in front of me, sobbing. "I was wrong! Big brother was so wrong! We’re family, please, for the love of God, help us! The loan sharks are going to kill us!" Marco was on the ground too, banging his head on the pavement. "Victoria, we were blind! Fiona, that bitch, she fooled us all! You're our only sister! You're a Don now! You could pay our debts with pocket change!"

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

I laughed dryly while lifting the bottle to my lips once more. “What’s wrong dad? Not the perfect girl, am I?” My brothers looked taken aback. I grinned, stumbling from the bar stool. The bar had roughly closed an hour ago so it was just Sal, Koa, my brothers and me. “I’m sorry that I don’t want to be a mob wife. I hate how I’m looked at. Just some pathetic little girl who fell for your right-hand’s son!” I shouted to no one in particular. Dom walked up to me, trying to guide me outside. I flung myself away from him.

Carina’s POV Everyone was waiting for my answer. Adriano knelt on the floor, holding up that sketchbook, his eyes full of desperate hope. I looked at him, and felt nothing. Not a single ripple. If anything, it was pathetic. “Put that disgusting thing away.” My voice was clear and cold, a spike of ice piercing the backstage silence. “Adriano Moretti, do you really think you can use my dead brother’s memory to buy my sympathy?”

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

I look at each of them and he looks down, oh this better not be what I think it is. “Your parents and brothers are the heads of the mafia and cartel. You are the heiress to an old mafia family, known as the DeNucci’s,” I blink, trying to register what he is saying. This can’t be true? Can it? What I’m some kind of mafia princess?

“Then please, show us Miss Anna’s tax returns and proof of employment for the last six years. If you can produce them, I’ll concede right now.” Victor stood there, gaping like a fish. Finally, Leo leaned forward, planting his hands on the table, his gaze sweeping over the two of them like a searchlight. “For six years, Godmother Amelia has taken countless injuries, fought to the death to protect the legacy their parents left behind. And the sister she bled for stands here in this sacred chamber, slandering and accusing her!” “This is betrayal. This is letting the wolves in the damn door! Anna’s actions have violated the most sacred code of the mafia. This is a direct challenge to the entire

he said, his voice dripping with disdain. Sophia swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing down on her. She had never been in a fight in her life. Her world before this had been one of luxury, where she was shielded from everything dangerous. Now, she was being forced to face the reality she had always been ignorant of. “As a member of my Mafia, you’ll need to learn to protect yourself,” Mr. Black continued, his tone mocking. “You think anyone’s going to show you mercy out there? You think your enemies will care that you’re fragile?”