روايات وقصص ضمن The Mafia Princess Seven Overprotective Brothers

"Hey, sis, you are as chirpy as ever." "Come on in, mom said you are coming over. Can I grab you a beer?" "Yes, please, Lulu." "Tell me, what is the matter? I can see it all over your face." "Promise you are not going to laugh?" "Why will I make fun of my big brother?" "Yes, and that there just tells me that you are going to." "I promise you I won't." Even having to say these words feels as if a dagger is being driven straight through my heart. I am a mafia boss, and I cannot keep my emotions intact. It is not truly my emotions I am having the biggest problem with; it is my heart.

Then it suddenly clicked, and she stepped back in shock. She is Camila Marchetti, the princess of the Marchetti Mafia family. She only has one brother, who is the head of the family, and she just called the man on the bed, which means he is the ruthless and cold-hearted Mafia boss. Leonardo Marchetti As soon as she came to this sudden realization, her legs went weak, and she slumped against the wall, and they all turned to look at me. Seb rushed over to take the baby from her as she eyes slowly closed.

Blurb Serafina Ferraro was born from an affair and raised like trash nobody wanted to throw out. Her stepmother hated her. Her sister mocked her. And Nico Caruso, the man she gave up everything for, drugged her and tried to sell her body to his boss. "You belong to me," Nico snarled, gripping her jaw. "You are like a stray dog. You bite, so you get smacked until you learn to sit still." Then a stranger kicked the door open. "I could have sworn I heard a damsel in distress," Dante Valentino said, calm as ice. He is not a hero. He is the illegitimate son of a powerful family, with his own war to fight. He does not save her out of kindness. "Do you want revenge?" he asked. She trains. Sh

I've always been lucky. I grew up in foster care, but every family I was placed with was either rich or powerful. Later, two of the wealthiest families around even took me in, both convinced I was their biological daughter. The first was the Kennedy family, an old aristocratic house. Their fake daughter, Sophia Kennedy, was an expert at framing people. Whenever she accused me of something, I'd happily take the blame, but my new parents never believed I'd done it. In the end, I got all the designer goods and even a share of the family profits. The second was the Percival family, a financial dynasty. Their fake daughter, Scarlett Percival, was a master at playing the victim. She played the vic

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.

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 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?”

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.