The Mafia's Daughter Novels & Stories

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

He most likely is a bastard. We were greeted by a small brunette and a big man with strong shoulders as we knocked on the oak door. As he shook the man's hand, the father grinned. These are probably the parents. Father gave me a nod. "It's my daughter here. Alessandro Ferrari She is the mafia boss in Italy." Although I did, they failed to notice the contempt in his words.

"She's being stubborn again." How could I make things right with her? I knew she had every right to be mad after how things played out. Maybe it was just in her blood. After all, she was the daughter of the mafia leaders,two mafia leaders who are known to compete for the highest rank in the organization.

She was my father’s firstborn, beautiful, and used to be the apple of Don Pedro’s eye from her first breath. I still remembered being a small child, trailing behind them at family gatherings, feeling invisible and small. Dad’s world was full of men who’d spilled blood for him. I was just his young daughter. Martina was an offspring of an affair my father had for years. I think my mother knew before her death. And barely a week after her funeral, my father let her in. I wasn't meant for the mafia world – or so everyone assumed. But I refused to stay on the sidelines. In my secret moments, I studied everything I could about that world. In my tiny bedroom I hid battered books on gangland bosses

"He left that world when your mother was pregnant with you. But before that… he was the most feared enforcer." Cassandra bit her lip, trying to process what she had just heard. Alexander remained silent, allowing Cassandra to face the truth she had been seeking for so long. Cassandra took a deep breath, lowering her head. The world she had always hated, the one she had always seen as the enemy, was in her blood all along. "So… I’m the daughter of a mafia man?" Aunt Marrie looked at her with sadness. "You’re the daughter of a man who tried to escape that world. But that world never let him go."

Rose is singing him a lullaby in the room next door. A rumour begins to spread among the villagers like wildfire. Everyone is saying the same thing, the mafia is coming. They have run out of land and are eyeing our little village on top of the hill. Father had tried to reason with them. “There’s nothing but potatoes and trees up there. You’ll only be wasting your time and resources,” father had told them. I guess the mafia did not like what they heard for father ended up half dead after that. *** It is the third day since father came back and I awake in the corner of the room to moans of pain. I look at the round little clock which hangs at the wooden wall.

It's the alarm. When I turn to her to turn her off, I take the surprise of my life. On her wallpaper is a photograph of a man with a small girl. It's an old picture. There's no doubt what I'm thinking. It's about her with her father, but... For a thousand demons. No. Can. Be. Certain. Mina is the daughter of…

Adrian opens the letter and reads it out aloud "Skylar if your reading this then I'm probably dead or you went snooping around my room and found it. Anyway the truth has to be told your not my daughter or John's. Your real mother was a woman I met when I was a prostitute , she was the wife of the owner of the bar I worked in she died after giving birth and I took you away from your father his name is Michael Pierce and he's the Russian mafia leader" . . To say I was in shock would be an understatement I was overwhelmed in one day I just found out I'm the daughter of a mafia "Do you know him?"I ask Adrian because he's been too quite too..... "Yes he's the Russian mafia leader, they are our tr

A body was pulled from the sea, waterlogged and swollen. The woman was two months pregnant. Her face was unrecognizable, but I recognized the ring I had given her immediately. The dead woman was my daughter, Cecily Moretti. I had once been the most powerful Mafia Donna on the West Coast, with enemies everywhere. To protect Cecily, I staged a shipwreck ten years ago. I jumped into the sea clutching a doll and faked my own death. I left her in the care of the Griffiths family, whose son I had chosen to be her husband. I gave them money, power, and every advantage so my daughter could live a peaceful, happy life. But my investigation uncovered the truth. Five years after I disappeared, Cecily's

in fear. “This b**d used my daughter’s eyes for Mrs. Judy John, the wife of Ellen John! That b**d killed my daughter just because she kidnapped his wife and my daughter kidnapped his wife just because she loved him! What a tragedy you have faced, my daughter! You got killed by him only for loving him! Don’t worry, you’ll get peace soon; your dad is going to make him feel pathetic, and the girl will be there with you soon.” His aura darkens in no time, mafia is just a word but how creepy it can look nobody can assume except seeing his face. “My friends, I’m grateful to you; from now on, you two are my permanent employees,” he says, looking at them. “Thank you, Mr. Park; it means a lot to us.