The Mafia's Daughter Novels & Stories

Lisa looked outside the car window as the car moved, she just stared sadly. Today was Kyra funeral and the funeral was to take place in the cathedral. She sighed sadly remembering when she first met Kyra, she was fifteen then, Kyra owed twenty five thousand dollars to a gang and was unable to pay back, as a results she got many threats like they were going to kill her and sell her organs to a merchant in the black market to pay up her debt. One night she was being beaten up by three gang members and that was where her dad, the former leader of the mafia saved her. His bodyguards beat the three men up, later that night he met with the leader of the gang and paid up her debt.

he said. I shrugged. "It's been a long day. What do we have?" I handed him the files with me while listening to him, "The case you've been working on. The mafia daughter. Her father wants her back. The job load is huge, and we're going to need to move fast if we need to find her before the family wages a war against the whole country.” He flipped through the file, scanning the details. "We'll figure it out." He nodded. "You sure you're okay?"

Frank asked as he drank his wine. I took a deep breath before answering. "I don't think so," I answered. But if she heard it, I don't care either because she can't do anything to fight because she's here in my territory. I can kill her anytime I want. "There's something strange about that girl, I can't even see fear in her eyes while our guns are pointed at her," Frank looked at me. "She's too brave to yell at you." "She's a daughter of a mafia boss, she comes from a family of mafias. No wonder she's not afraid of us," I murmured seriously. "And I can't wait to make her suffer and beg for my forgiveness."

I cut their flesh open slit their throats without any hesitation Well you guys are probably wondering how in this world i know any of this? well in my world i am the daughter of the worlds second biggest mafia. Sandra Holland!

my stepmother whispered. My feet rooted to the floor. “Do you want us to die? I’m pregnant, for God’s sake. Think about the baby. All you have to do is give her to him.” My chest squeezed tight. A long silence followed before my father spoke, his voice rough. “He’s a killer. No matter what you say, I can’t sell my daughter to a mafia boss who murders people for fun.” My stomach dropped. Mafia? “No, no, don’t call it that,” my stepmother said quickly. “You’re not selling her. You’re just… letting him have her for a little while.”

"Antonia Maria de Silva. Born September 30, 1983 to Anthony and Marie de Silva of Firenze, Italy. Came over on work visas back in the day. Applied for and received naturalized citizenship. Set up shop in NYC. Papa de Silva ran a street gang. Sex workers, protection racket, insurance, gambling, drugs. Anything that made a buck, de Silva had his hand in." "Great. Why is the daughter trying to poach New Trenadie?" I asked. "Seems she and Papa had a bit of a falling out. He killed her one true love. Blah, blah, blah. She took a hit out on him. He shot her for it." I winced. "Isn't family supposed to be the tippy top of priorities for the mafia?" Nik chuckled. "At least it is in the movies. Appar

The mafia's maid. "No my friend, I have every confidence in you. What I needed most was a willing ear to make sense of my jumbled fears. You've done more than that."Damon voice out. "Fine let's finish them off then. We've inaugurated fear and effect it now time to strike." "Jeremy you should quit you've kidnapped their daughter already and it enough punishment for them." Damon said looking hurtful.

"The Romano's, I mean Mateo Enzo Romano. has a daughter." My heart flipped immediately I heard that, I had a daughter too, and the thought of having the entire Mafia world knowing about my daughter caused a terrible feeling to settle in the pit of my tummy. "A little princess?" I asked. "A princess, not a little princess like yours. Remember our lifes are bound to that of your little princess. Anyone that wants her will have to go through us before they can get her, and you should know, that is death for them." "That old man has a daughter! Well he hid that fact very well." Malaika said

“Aside from being the right hand of the defendant, what was his relation to this man?” “They have a child, I think they almost got married.” That’s when a tear escapes my eyes, not my son, please. “So could you tell us, why are you spying on that man and how did you catch them in the act of committing the crime?” “I am the daughter of Jera Young, the great mafia leader, and as her daughter, it is my responsibility to trace the root of all the crimes making me end up spying on that man, and gather all the pieces of evidence I’ll be needing to prove it.”

As if I was a stupid woman who didn’t have eyes and ears and couldn’t put two and two together. I was a daughter of the mafia. I grew up with guns, arm deals, and sulky men around me twenty-four-seven. “Where was Aoki and his guys that didn’t stop it?” Archie carried on, his voice still loud and angry. “Were they hurt?” he added after a moment, sounding concerned now.