The Mafia's Daughter Novels & Stories

she became my fathers PA and with Richard also in the firm as his partner it was a done deal for the Mafia to use dad's company for the mafia's dirty little secrets! When my father finally found out it was already too late! That was the moment they tried to kill him but instead they almost killed you!!...there was a man on the boat that day who is the second in command of the Mafia King and he got orders to kill dad but we all know how that ended!!. The guy has never been caught. I've found out and there are no leads anymore so it's now a cold case!. Since than my father has been helping the Mafia out just to stay away from being murdered but along the way he became really close with his PA,

He led the way to the front door and I held my head up in an attempt to hide my anxiety. Shit, I had never felt like this before. What the fuck was wrong with me? He was probably a bastard. Upon knocking on the oak door, we were greeted by a petite brunette woman and a tall broad-shouldered man. Father smiled as he shook the man's hand. I was guessing those were the parents. Father nodded toward me. "This is my daughter, Sienna Zannotti. She runs the Italian mafia." They didn't hear the spite in his words but I did. Suddenly, all eyes were on me. Father didn't introduce himself which made me believe that he knew these people. The woman smiled as she looked me over.

Now I was trying to see things from the perspective of a mafia boss. "Look this shit's tough, but it's what we have to deal with." She stood up and wiped imaginary lint from her black dress. "It was nice to meet you. Try not to freak out over this too much. Shit happens." Shit. Happens. That was how they viewed this. Were all of them so numb that they didn't care that they were ending lives? Probably. Rayna's phone rang and she glanced at it before her eyes went to me. She quieted it and shoved it back into her purse.

“He hasn’t done anything. In fact, I haven’t even seen him these past few days. He’s rarely around. Unlike his son.” “Son?” came my father’s confused reply. I let out a small, nervous laugh. “Apparently, the mafia king has a little boy. He calls me ‘Mama.’ It’s… strange.” The line went silent for a moment as I brushed my hair and sat at the vanity. My reflection looked composed—a stark lie my frantic pulse betrayed. “I-I’m sorry, Rachel,” Dad said suddenly, his voice cracking. “This is all my fault.”

But that is not possible, because with my money and power, both legal and underground, she cannot hide from me if ever she decides to run away. The conflict between me and my father is suddenly not that much of a bother for me anymore, if he is happy without knowing me, then let him be. My thoughts and feelings have change, but not my priorities, I am still the head of our mafia family. My men's life and well being depended on me, which I am rewarded with their undivided loyalty in return. "Boss Axel, breakfast is ready."

another member of the mafia asked. “We keep playing with Bobby, I know he is driving himself mad with trying to find Abby, I want him begging me for her. I want him to wonder if she is being raped out there.” He said with a sinister smile on his face. “If I know Bobby as I do, he is with Beth and they should be heading to her work now. The only thing I didn’t play in this game is her.” He said stroking his chin. “How I can include her into my game.” “Well, we could call the Russian Mafia, she is the daughter of Nikolai.”

Belle pushed the wheelchair up to one of the chairs and sat alongside Arya, pulling her knees up and having her arms wrapped around them. Arya looked out at the water, and then very slowly she turned her head. What was it like?" she asked. "Being in the mafia when you were a kid. I mean. who are you really?" Belle took a breath and brushed her hair out of her face. "That's a big question." "You can give a small answer." Belle smiled and tilted her head back slightly, looking up at the sky for a second. "My father was one of the right-hand men. He handled a lot of big things, mainly money transfer and transport. So yeah… I was basically the princess of the mafia, I suppose."

I explained as I sat down on the bed, while Klarissa walked over to the opposite side. "The Mafia business is a heartless venture.You should be aware that Mafia lords are willing to sell out their daughters just to protect their sons because they see them as a more valuable asset," Klarissa revealed. There was no denying anything she had spoken about because my father did not seem bothered about the consequences that could come with losing his daughter. "If only there was a way out of this..." I paused because an idea just popped up in my mind. "..or maybe there is one good idea," I added, smiling in the direction of Klarissa.

Marco said as my father walked in. My father looked at me. "You look tired, Sofia. Go to bed." I walked past them both, my legs shaking so hard I almost fell. I could feel Marco’s cum dripping down my leg. I was the Mafia’s daughter, but in that library, I was just a girl who had been broken in silence.

Siara staggered back a step, fury flashing in her eyes. This bitch. She wasn’t like the others. The ones before had cowered. They had whimpered and begged, desperate to be on Siara’s good side. But Nirvana? She was looking at her like she was the prey. Siara’s blood boiled. “Do you even know who I am?” she hissed. “I’m Don Marco’s daughter. My family controls the second most feared mafia syndicate in this city.” Nirvana arched a brow. “And?” She crossed her arms, voice dripping with boredom. “Why don’t you run back to Daddy dearest, then?”