The Mafia's Princess Novels & Stories

That I cannot only lead a mafia as a woman but take over the entire industry. That Elena Marshano will go down in history as the most ruthless, powerful, cold-hearted and cunning mafia leader that ever lived.

6 million dollars. "You can ask the doctor. She is my twin and without proper treatment she will-" "You seem to think I care. What is it to me if she doesn't make it?" He gives her a genuine side glance. Mateo was appointed the Mafia prince title for a good reason. He knew what investments to make, how to double them and what missions to follow through with. Not once had he let down the organisation by making foolish mistakes. The fact that this girl seemed to think he would choose to make them now, rubbed him off the wrong way. He prefers not to take on things he won't benefit from and at this particular moment, he saw nothing gainable.

"How do you know about all the mafia details? He asked me. I already expected this question and that is exactly why I told that my name was Addilyn. "Sorry. I forgot to introduce myself officially. I am Addilyn Garcia. The American mafia princess. It was nice to meet you." I told him sarcastically. At least it was sarcastic to me. If my brothers may have heard this, they would probably laugh and spit at me. And then they would straight out reject that I am their family. "You are an American mafia princess?" He asked me a little bit of surprise, notable in his voice. "Yes" I answered to his question as we continued to walk in this maze of a mansion.

Yes, I have the satisfaction that he has met the same fate as my father, but it is not me that paid the price. Cassandra paid the ultimate price for the man that she loves. She has taken the life of another, and that she once also loved to save my life. And that is what else you need in this life, a woman that every night you can lie next to that makes all that difference. That woman will want you to change the man that you are. Today, Cassandra became my Mafia Princess. She gave me a gift that no one can, and that is life. We, and in the saddest way, have taken what is rightfully ours. We took what was supposed to have been her legacy from the start.

Perhaps it can just be a car that is going in the same direction, but I am pretty sure that a black Mercedes constitutes as a car that you truly need to keep your eyes out for in this nasty big old Mafia world. Has the danger come to Trinity’s doorstep as we always thought? “Princess, there is a change of plans; we are going to my place.” Now the girl gets a smile wider than her face can carry, ya…I know what she is thinking, and honey, it ain't happening. So without having to alarm her, I make the shit poor ass excuse up that I need to get some things from home, when in fact, I need to get my hands on some more firepower than what I have. I don’t want to fucking spook the girl.

I raise my voice slightly while he trembles. "It's a Mafia case! Your specialty." He snaps back earning a scrowl from me. "Even though..." I trail off running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. I can't even get some rest?! I needed a fucking vacation! "I'm sure you'd like this case. It involves the famous Mafia Queen." He pressed on and my ears perk up at the sentence. "You mean Arianna?" "Yes." Arianna Romano. The deadliest and the most terrifying woman in the whole of America. She's so mysterious no one has ever seen her face. Be it covering up with a veil or wearing a mask, she makes sure her identity is hidden whenever she's out killing people.

"Please, enlighten me. Your father will kill me when he knows what? That his daughter spreads her legs easily for anyone? Let's not lie to each other. You and I both know I am not your first. Besides, now that we are talking about it, how many had a round with you before me today?" "I am a princess of..." she starts to rant before I place my hand on her lips. I let my fingers sink into her cheeks, and I hear her let out a small cry of pain. "Mafia princesses remain virgins for their husbands. They are jealously guarded and live like fucking recluses within the walls of their house. You do not hear them. They are discreet, elegant, submissive, and educated to satisfy the needs of the Family.

He placed his finger under my chin and forced me to look up into his deep blue eyes. “Koa what the hell are you doing?” I whisper-shouted. “Sit d--” My words were cut off as he lowered to my level and planted his lips against mine. The kiss was passionate and I began to kiss him back when he shifted into the booth that I was sitting in. We finally pulled apart, my breathing slightly heavier due to the impromptu makeout session. Koa briefly looked upset when he had to pull back from me when the food was being brought out to our table. I desperately tried to relax my breathing while he looked completely calm and put together. He smirked while I began sipping at my cold water quickly. “I should

I already knew where she was heading with this, and dread clawed up my spine. Granny’s eyes sharpened. “Mia, you ain’t saying anything. Neither is Kraven. I really want to know. You mean Giovanni of the Mafia? What does Kraven have to do with them in the first place?” My lips parted, but no sound came. Shame clamped my throat shut. Her gaze burned into me, demanding an answer I couldn’t form. “Wait! Wait!” She lurched forward, pointing a shaky finger straight at Kraven. “You mean this—” her hand trembled, “you mean this is Kraven of the Astor Mafia Empire?”

What would he have her do? The masked man watched her through the mirror as she was dragged across the room. “First things first,” he said, his voice smooth, like he had planned this all along. “We need a new identity for you.” Elizabeth’s eyes widened. A new identity? The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. He wasn’t just going to use her—he was going to erase her, turn her into someone else entirely. “Look at you,” he said, admiring her reflection. “Elizabeth—the Mafia princess, lost and broken. But not anymore. From now on, you’re someone new. Someone who doesn’t exist.”