The Mafia's Daughter Novels & Stories

I replied, and he agreed. “Alright. It’s only a lecture, and it’s not like she is going to be used. It will help her understand the master-to-servant relationship. Besides, she is your first purchase since your last visit to the Dark Realm Auction, and it made me wonder why you purchased her.” “Dad, there’s nothing to be worried about. First of all, she is the daughter of Felix Moraga, one of our mafia members in this city,” I said, the line going silent.

I knew how to occupy myself and figured it was better this way. Well, allow me to explain, my father died when I was six, he was some maffia legend and my mother was left behind with me. two years later she got cancer, and although she survived, I was taken away from her to grow up in the system. Ever since my life has been hell, my last place was a three-and-a-half-hour drive, even longer by train to get to my hometown, Jackson Mississippi.

I am furious and feel like I can tell Rosa to stick her job up her ass, but I know that I cannot do that as I need the money. "Rosa, it is fine to let her talk. I want to know what she thinks. I do not appreciate you calling my daughter a bastard. You better count your words because you might end up like your father," Mia says. I know Mia has a lot of power in the Italian Mafia. She is the soon-to-be Donna of Riccardo Marino, and Mia is also the Donna of the Costa family. Mia should never have been the Donna of the Costa family. That position should have been mine, and I should also be the fiance of Riccardo Marino. My father should have let Riccardo take me as his mistress, not Mia.

Her shoulders shook. Time passed. No one rushed her. Not Erika. Not the guards standing at a distance, respectfully turned away. Slowly— Her breathing steadied. She lifted her head. Her eyes red. But clearer. “You would laugh if you saw me now,” she said softly, her voice still trembling. “Riding in cars… with guards… living in a mansion.” A weak smile touched her lips. “I’m the daughter of a mafia lord, Mama.” The words felt strange. Even now.

“... because of the accident.” “Yeah… that accident.” Luigino gently taps his son’s back. “Rest, you have classes tomorrow.” “Papa,” Leo looks at his father’s eyes. “Her mother, Senora Marcella…” “What about that woman?” “She wants me to stay away from Mariella. Why? I thought… we are friends with them.” “There is no friendship between Mafias, figlio. Remember that. It’s either you stab them or they’ll stab you. Trust no one.”

This is the first time Alesso is tasting her anger, and he is not liking it. Mia is not scared of Alesso. She is the daughter of a former mafia don and the wife of the present don. Even if she cannot win Alesso with physical strength, she is sure Reed will snap his neck in two if he even gives her a scratch on her skin.

That is the exact thing that I have to discover. Sir and Madan Beauforte… gone too soon. Now, their daughter has no parents, and no home to shelter herself with. No family to grieve for her parents’ death. She has no one to turn to. Was that the reason why she was pushing for a marriage between the two of us? I cleared my throat and then clearly enunciated the next statement that I was about to make. “Your father was the underboss of our mafia organization.” And was a capo by the west side of the town. But not anymore.

I was never even allowed to go to school. I sat back up still holding my arm as pain once again coursed through my body. This wasn’t the first time I had been hurt, or he had hurt me. And it was definitely not the last either. I needed to do as he had said before he came back in and it would turn ugly. My father had no patience, especially when it came to me. My name is Nala Liam, the daughter of Liam. For a while our family used to be among the most feared mafia families in the south. My father owned most of everything. That was until he started gambling and drinking too much and owed alot of people money.

The bus stopped, and she rushed out as fast as she could, heading two her house which was about two minutes away. On getting home, she saw two black heavily tinted cars parked outside her house. There were two hefty men dressed in all black standing beside each car, and she began to get scraped. The plate number of the car read “Big Boss”, and that was all she needed to know. Someone from the biggest mafia in the city, “The Shadow Empire” is here. But, what could be the affiliation of her family with them? She dashed inside to see her father and mother kneeling in front of an unknown man, who was holding a pistol.

Europe. For most of the young people in that crowded neighborhood, the quest for the American dream took the form of illegal gambling, bootlegging and bootlegging. The East Side, therefore, The Mob Girl 16 became a haven for bandits and, ultimately, the birthplace of the Mafia, both Italian and Jewish. During the 1930s and 1940s, Arlyne's father made his fortune through scams, but his main desire was to have his two daughters respected. The youngest opted for a life of righteousness. In her position as older sister, Arlyne had the opportunity to do the same, but declined and preferred to follow the example of her maternal grandmother, owner of a funeral home in the neighborhood and a woman