The Mafia's Princess Novels & Stories

And i'm sitting on the loveseat. Half way through the movie Kaizer suddenly spoke. "Oh, Dude can we talk to you about some business?" he asks stressing the last word then glancing my way making me frown. That definitely means something. "Just say it she'll know about it anyways" Xavier state. "She's part of her family's org. so you guys have nothing to hide from her" he continues and it drowns into me. They are also part of the mafia Xavier runs. With that said all three of them turned to me with surprise. "Who knew the famous Cloudethe Raze Mariano is a mafia princess" Sebastian state making me chuckle. "Yeah..a princess you gotta be scared of" Xavier commented meaningfully making all of ou

But there’s no time. “What do we know about the niece?” I ask as we climb into the car. “Not much. She’s eighteen, a senior in high school. Red hair, blue eyes.” “Anything else?” “Straight A’s. Doesn’t date.” “Doesn’t date?” I raise a brow. “Yup. No boyfriend. No drama.” What teenage girl in America doesn’t date? Weird. But she’s a mafia princess, so maybe not that weird. We arrive at Sal’s house around 3 p.m.

Yes, he shouldn’t have gotten Daphnée pregnant or at all being involved with her, and he was sure that if Dante’s heart was still rock solid, he wouldn’t have tears in his eyes right now. Walking around the building as he felt the afternoon breeze, his mind drifted off. He had his own problems, but the mafia was his biggest. If Dante had his family, why couldn’t he? At some point, he considered having relations with Dante’s cousin and then when Daphnée came; he considered her too, but here she was titled Donna, the Queen of the Bardi Mafia. Sighing heavily, he leaned against the building behind a tree and closed his eyes. His head started to ache from a headache and now, as he opened his eye

The previews end and the movie title appears, and people are starting to get genuinely annoyed. Quinn groans and drops back into her seat, shooting me a look that could melt steel. "I hate you." I give her my sweetest smile—the one I usually reserve for charming teachers out of deadline extensions. "Just watch the movie, Princess. You might actually enjoy yourself." "Doubtful," she mutters, but she's already turning toward the screen. The movie is about some mafia princess and a prosecutor. She's deep in the criminal underworld—assassinations, money laundering, the whole deal—and he's this idealistic lawyer who believes in the system, in justice, in doing everything by the book.

"And..." "...his women." Valeria's eyebrows drew together. "You think Luca will want Isabella simply because she belonged to Lorenzo?" Don Rossi nodded confidently. "It happens all the time." "Power intoxicates people." "Especially new kings." "They become greedy." "They convince themselves that everything the former ruler possessed now belongs to them." He smiled again. "If Luca truly sees himself as the new Mafia King..." "...then sooner or later..." "...he'll want Lorenzo's greatest prize." "Isabella."

“At least I got what I deserved, a healthy, happy married life ahead of me unlike you who couldn't even find a match!” Valentina's eyes widened and nose fumed in anger at Mia’s taunt. She stopped seeking for Vladimir after seeing his true face. But the reality was that, even though she got scared of him, her heart still longed for the Bratva Pakhan VLADIMIR SOKOLOV. But hearing Mia's taunt Her ego reminded her of her hidden emotions. “Don't worry about my married life, Mia. I am The Princess of Italian Mafia. My husband wouldn't be any second-in-command but the Boss itself. When I get engaged, two kingdoms would be united!”

That’s probably why it stood out. The morning at the pool, the Mafia princess scanned Padre, Reinaldo, and me like she’d stepped on better things. When I learned she was married to that asshole Rocco, I felt sorry for her. She was supposed to be a princess, and if I was going to go with fairy-tale analogies, she’d ended up with a frog.

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

I explained to Sonia what had happened and she sighed with her hand over her face. "Of course, you don't lie to me, you only withhold. I believe you but one thing you must understand is that Sofia did not leave because of that" "Did you listen to a word I said? She caught--" "Sofia is the Mafia Princess" Sonia suddenly interrupted me and my eyes dimmed in confusion, "What? What's that supposed to mean?" My runner looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Sofia is the long-lost Di Marco Princess"

My red dress straight down to my feet with a slit slicing through my legs and stopping just half way above my knee level. “A true diva would be crowned tonight. Not a baron”, Maria said with a smile. For some unknown reason she seems to know quite a lot more about the Mafia world than I did. All that I learnt was the little I had down while with my father and for the past seven years during my exile I totally exempted myself from the reality of the world that I came from. With a bow never to have anything with it except to finish the work I left behind. The revenge.