The Mafia's Princess Novels & Stories

I bent down to the woman on the floor brushing a strand of her hair from her face before resting my hand against her soft cheek. She looked so fragile, so crushed. She seems so Different from the woman I usually see in this business. It was a surprise to me how a woman like her could be related to the Valdès's. She looked to be too innocent to have been born into this life. She didn't look like she belong here, in this world of the mafia but The fact of it was that she was indeed la princesa de la mafia

I wanted to stop both of them, but Sofia stopped me instead. "So, she's your girl?" Sofia asked. I looked at her repeatedly, wondering what I needed to tell her. I didn't want to answer her questions, but Sofia would prod it out of me. It wasn't as if I wanted to deny Lilith this instant, Sofia could pose a danger to her. Sofia Moretti, also known as the siren, was a former Mafia princess. She had inherited La notte after her father's downfall and had made Marco in charge for reasons best known to her.

I said and all the men stood near me I'm still looking at the door when we heard someone "The missing mafia princess of the Italian, American Mafia, and the granddaughter of the King that leads the European Mafia, and now she became a Queen. Who would have thought? Oh and don't forget that the Spanish king is her beloved," we hear someone say from the shadows "Ivy?" I asked as I recognized her voice "Oh my the queen knows me too bad you fucking murdered my brother, my sister, and father," she yelled "I didn't kill your father your brother did after he tried to rape me and your brother got no less than he deserved, he was the one who haunted me the most, he was there when Mia and Chad hurt me

Especially now that I've gotten used to seeing it. I showered and wore my biggest night gown and flip flops. As I thought about everything that had happened, I knew I couldn't blame mom for everything she said to Dre. She wasn't expecting to see me today. Hell she wasn't expecting to see me with Dre. I know she did her personal research and found out that Dreidan Mochino was the very own Dreidan Vaughn. Head of the Italian mafia. It really wasn't her fault.

“What do you mean she’s part of a mafia?” He took a slow breath, letting the tension simmer in the room before delivering the blow. “She’s a Mafia Princess. She comes from royal blood in another country.” I blinked. Once. Twice. For the first time in a long time, I felt completely stupid. The words didn’t make sense. Chandria? The woman who used to hide under the covers when it thundered? The woman who looked so fragile I was afraid to break her? A princess of a crime syndicate?

The truth being she's been fucking around with one of his enemies who she now feels a tragic emotion she names love and oh, she is forty percent sure she has procreated with the man. This is the truth she has dared to admit to not only our father but the her murderous fiance. Father might not kill her but her fiance will, he is very vengeful and she has crossed him in a way no man in our world can tolerate. Maybe she has lived as the millionaire's daughter so long that she forgot it was an act. She is a mafia princess, we do as we are told and wait until you're an asset to the family. Maybe it's just I that is an asset because Sofia has always been their daughter, nothing else.

Lorenzo and Marco were crushed by debt and sold off to work the docks, paying for their stupidity with back-breaking labor. As for Fiona? Without the Moretti name, she was nothing. Albert dumped her the second the Falcone family started to crumble. I heard she’s a dancer in some third-rate club now, getting pawed at by lowlifes every night. And me? I was just stepping off my private jet after a week-long vacation in Europe. I was stopped on the tarmac. It was Lorenzo and Marco. They were filthy, wearing worn-out work clothes. They were gaunt, all the old arrogance of mafia princes gone.

“You killed someone who never hurt you. Someone who loved him.” At the mention of him, something sharp flickered inside me, but I crushed it immediately. I straightened my back, lifting my chin. I didn't say it with regret, my voice even, icy. "I am the Mafia princess. And Reinaldo deserved to lose what he loved." The subsequent silence was heavy, deadening. Mia stared at me as if she had never seen me before, as if she was searching her mind for that magic moment when I became someone other than who she had thought I was.

She seemed to have no limits on what she would do or allowed to be done to her in this club. Katia was a gorgeous girl. A thoroughbred with blonde hair which hadn’t come from a bottle, sweet freckles, and whole virgin girl next door look about her. She had a background in ballet and gymnastics, had even come from money. Until she whored around, partied too hard, and got disowned by her wealthy, aristocrat family. And the top of the irony cake, was her brother Claudius, the heir and golden child, hit this club up more times than a Granny bakes cookies. And there was that whole her family’s ties to the Italian Mafia thing, but no one really talked about it. She was a fallen Mafia princess, mo

"Definitely. Your parents head the strongest mafia gang in America, alongsides The Grants family" "Oh wonderful wonders!!" I just couldn't believe this. "So we the children aren't aware of this or what?" "No, the only people who weren't aware, were you and Harrieth. The two princesses of the Joint Mafia family." He said smiling as wide as possible. Okay now, that wasn't funny. I don't get to be royal princess, but a Mafia princess instead!!? "Don't act disgusted, will you? It's bad ass to be a mafia princess" Did he just say bad ass?