The Mafia's Princess Novels & Stories

I muttered but she didn't hear me her gaze was lazer focused on her father. "Where are the damn files I asked for?" Don Carlos snarled. "Here." she responded darting around me with the arm full of files I only noticed now were clutched to her chest. "No, fuck no" my wolf grumbled in our mind link. As Giovanna rushed towards the Don with what he wanted. "Oh yes." I responded to the link. " Our mate is the damn Mafia Princess." I added as he sulked off into the depts of my mind.

I forced a smile. "I've been hearing this rumor," I said, changing the subject. "I heard that the last princess is back. Is that true?" I morphed my face to one of surprise and inquisition. "I've heard it too," Frederick said. "Although I'm hoping it's a lie. Can you imagine what my fiancée would do if she found out? Of course, right now she's already on edge. The mafia king is messing things up for her, and she can't move, especially with the fact that Martinez were effectively excommunicated. She has one less ally on the council. But no matter, she has her ways, and I'm sure she'll be fine."

Of course, whoever was with the woman probably needed somewhere nice to sit as it took a while with this sort of thing. “You and me both” she said, “but I gotta say some of those looked alright, we definitely haven’t found YOUR dress yet.” She wasn’t wrong, some of them had been decent enough, but none that really won me over. Exasperated I shook out my low ponytail, twisted my hair, and shoved it up into a sloppy bun on the top of my head. I heard a gasp and turned to see the saleslady staring at me. I realized, belatedly, that my tattoo was visible. In the mob, or mafia as it was typically called, we had distinguishing marks; one of the most frequent being strategically placed tattoos. Thi

When Sky Foster aimed, Charlie was often the target, and she had the kind of accuracy that made people flinch before she even threw anything. Sky Foster. The fiery blonde with eyes so green they could probably stop hearts if she cared to look up long enough. She was not just sassy, she was a full blown hurricane in designer sneakers. Charlie secretly called her his princess. Ridiculous, really. She was not his. She would never be his. Because Sky Foster was the daughter of River Foster, the notorious Mafia boss who ran the Crimson Serpents with a smile sharp enough to cut glass. And Charlie. He was the hired help. The bodyguard assigned to keep her out of trouble, or at least to try.

Finally, he spoke, low and deliberate. “She’s my daughter, Wolf. My little girl. I don’t like her hands getting dirty.” His gaze flicked to me, hard as steel, then softened with reluctant acceptance. “But she’s the club’s queen now. A mafia princess. It was bound to happen.” I nodded. Luca wasn’t wrong. Kat had always been too kind-hearted, too soft for this kind of work. But the world we lived in didn’t care about kindness. It demanded strength. And she had it—more than she knew.

“He’s making threats and Matteo is involved and I didn’t see it coming. What is going on?” It was time for me to pull my head out of Maria’s ass. I thought avoidance was best. I was wrong. What happened tonight was not something I saw coming and I wasn’t prepared. A Mafia princess is always ready, and I needed to find my Rossi bitch. Unfortunately, she was in hiding and considering going to the mattresses. Could I be more pathetic? “Alessandro slept his way through half the princesses over the past three years. This year, you’re on his radar.”

Although she probably won’t be able to know if I didn’t tell her. I can see she was surprised by the shocked expression on her face. She’s probably wondering how on earth I was able to fall into the hands of the mafia. It was already dangerous enough that I was my father’s daughter, now I’m also a mafia princess as well. Even if we are able to solve this problem now, more problems will arise in the future. But the future is so far away and we have to focus on the now. And right now, I only have Nikolai.

I didn't really know of what happened to his body after that day, because Sylvester has refused to tell me anything about it, and believe me I didn't really want to know. I was still the little princess of the Muskegon’s mansion, as all of them hadn't changed at all towards me. They kept babying me all the time, making me feel babyish more often. And yes, it didn't take them long to forgive Fredo for his mistake, because in some way, they understood that he had helped in saving my life. And for the Muskegon:s basement all that was in it were guns, charts, daggers, all it was that should belong to a Mafia.

Lorenzo asked. "I figured it out on my own." I lied. "Princess, you told us something that you weren't ready to tell us so we have something to tell you. We're in the mafia." Dad said making my heart drop. "Do you guys sell girls or abuse them?" I asked shocking them all by what I asked. "No, of course not baby, we just kill the ones who deserve to killed, we don't do any of that other stuff." Lorenzo said making me nod.

over the name “Theo Moretti” The Sicilian sea breeze drifted through the window, salty and free. I finally understood that a true mafia principessa was not a weak girl waiting for a knight to save her. She was the one who wielded the sword herself, severing the past and crowning herself. And I, Sophie Lucas, am that principessa.