Novel & Cerita The Mafia's Princess

Just us. I was put in the middle as my 5 Mafia brothers surrounded me and the camera fluttered, capturing 5 Mafia Brothers and their Abused Princess. 𝟓 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟

" Flora screamed in pain, jumping on her toes as Anisha forcefully pulled her hair. "You don't talk when I haven't asked you to, you disgusting peasant." She cursed. "Any more mistake, your body parts will be the next to be sold off." She threatened and flung the girl onto the wall. The Mafia princess is known for her ruthless and merciless nature; she was More feared than the main bosses. "Master Air and Thierry will be coming back from their mission tomorrow; I don't want them to think I was incompetent in taking care of the base when they were away, so if you still love your life, fix the problems you caused." She sneered and walked off.

Then back up again—toward my most private area. Once his hands reached there, Luca snapped. “Enough!” His fist slammed against the table. My lips curled into a faint disgusted smile. So he was still pretending he cared? That I still had power over him? I was naïve to ever believe that. Those Mafia Made Men had no hearts. He was now chasing this Bratva princess for the benefits she brought. The girl was stunning. Her golden hair shone like a Barbie doll’s. No one would guess she was here to negotiate a weapons deal.

Janet squinted, absorbing the new information about his father, but she still felt unsure about where the conversation was heading. Sebastian slammed the knife into the block of cheese and cradled her face. “So, my sweet Janet, if your father is in the Mafia, what does that make you?” Her confused expression showed they were still not on the same page. “You’re the mafia princess!” His words sent a chill down her spine. Not raised amidst blood, chaos, and violence, but instead taught to always speak out against evil, bad, and wrongdoing. How could she accept the title of Mafia princess?

nodding quietly Tony agrees. Texting the others, we move to excuse ourselves and end the lunch early. After a few handshakes and a few envelopes of hush money the men move to leave, Makela still hanging on my arm. Whining, she practically grinds her fake plastic body all over me, begging me to take her home and I quote “fill her up and put a baby deep inside her.” Ya no, the only one who’s ever carrying our child is our Principessa (Princess) not some two bit whore. Our Princess the only one who will ever have that privilege. Ripping my arm away I tell her to fuck off before forcibly removing her body from mine. Sobbing, she attempts to throw a fit as the valet tosses me my keys. Spotting my

she murmured to herself angrily. Heaving a sigh, she threw her designer handbag onto the velvet chaise lounge and collapsed onto the king-sized bed, arms spread like a queen resting after a tiresome affair. The silk sheets whispered beneath her, but they offered little comfort. Beatrice Sandoval was the crowned jewel of the Sandoval family, a model whose beauty graced the covers of international magazines. The cameras adored her, the world admired her, and the underground world feared her. But behind the flashes of the paparazzi, beyond the high-fashion runways, Beatrice exerted power in the shadows. She was a Mafia princess, a woman who bent fate to her will.

Faye's eyes dilated, "After I take that title of yours, let's see how long I will be a nonfactor?" The girl smirked. "Is that so?" Faye smirked back. "Yeah." From the crowd's reactions, I could tell these girls were highly important and way out of our league. "Don't be a bitch!" Scarlet snapped. She cannot be serious right now. "Who are you to call me a bitch?" "I am a Mafia Princess." She proudly said.

Her bleached blonde hair fell to her elbows, her make-up was fine except for the lipstick which was mostly off because of the drinks she had. “Ah, finally Jade,” she said, “and who is this?” she wanted to know while her words came out slurred, she looked at Mitch, interested in if he was my cab driver or if I had a friend she didn't know about. “How much for the drive?” She asked eventually.

She jerked her hand away from his grasp, pushing him aside. “Touch me again, and I’ll put a bullet in your head, Mr. Ruffino.” She declared, embodying the spirit of a mafia princess, inheriting her father’s arched brow and devilish smirk. His smile widened, reveling in the sight of the doctor-turned-threatening princess before him. “Gladly, but I won’t allow you to be on your own,” he countered.

He knew damn well how this works. The Cortese Family runs this city. And I'm the Principessa. "Marco," I said cool, "if she refuses the job, strip her and drop her back at whatever sewer she slithered out of." "No!" Chloe dropped to her knees, sobbing. "I'll go! I'll do it!" I gave a nod. Then looked at Damon. "Next time you bring a stray into my house, you both sleep with the fish." Marco dragged her out. She threw Damon a look—hate and fear mixed in one.