Novel & Cerita The Mafias Hidden Princess

I'm trying to take all this shit in. I had a mafia princess in my jurisdiction for a while and had no idea. How the fuck did she slip by my guys? She wasn't even using an alias, not that anyone knew too much about Rossi's only offspring. She was one of the mob's best kept secrets. "Swear to me that you didn't play me Mouth." I could forgive anything but the thought that she might've played me wasn't one of them, I'd let her into my circle, introduced her to ma. Fuck, ma.

The seed money from the drug run would be able to allow him a better life. Or perhaps a takeover event. Either way, I couldn't allow him to live. At least he'd failed in one regard. I'd been put on notice of his betrayal. Every rock I'd turned over, every favor called in had proven futile. If anyone could find him without issue, it would be a member of the Sons of Darkness. I rolled my eyes at the name, uncertain any longer which of the five of us had coined the phrase. We were the five princes of the most powerful mafia families within the United States, men capable of exacting revenge as necessary.

After today there would be peace among most of the Mafia families as these two powerful families brought them together as one forever under the rule of their Mafia Prince and Princess. She looked up at Ricci with adoring eyes because she was carrying a wonderful secret, something that would complete their happiness and secure their right to rule. She was four months pregnant and their Son would grow up to become the most powerful Don in Mafia history. That was for their future though and as she placed her hand trustingly in his her beautiful azure blue eyes looked up into his dark navy blue ones, shining brightly with her love

"There is a girl with Lorenzo. Her name is Seraphina. She’s carrying a project folio—leather-bound, very important. Tomorrow night, there is a gala at the Castello. I want you to make sure she loses that book. But more importantly, I want her to look like she gave it away." Pietro tilted his head, eyeing the money. "You want me to rob the Boss’s woman?" "She’s not his woman," I spat. "She’s a spy. A liability. I want her framed. I want it to look like she’s selling the data to the Andersons' rivals. If she fails this project, Lorenzo will throw her to the wolves. He hates incompetence more than he hates anything else." Pietro took the money, a yellowed grin spreading across his face. "And if

"According to our investigation, you've spent years haunting casinos while the woman you call the mafia Principessa worked 20-hour days to fund your lifestyle. "If she's really a mafia princess, why would she slave away for you? Out of love? "Besides, you're the one who recently announced yourself as the mafia heir and brought this woman to the auction. We have multiple witnesses." Marco immediately shouted, "No, that was fake! I was just a decoy!" Another officer emerged from inside, calling to the lead. "Found it. There's a massive amount of cash in there." The lead officer glanced at Marco. "Large sums of unexplained cash, hm?"

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless:

Jason’s lips curved into a bitter smirk. “I never fail. ” But when he was alone later, staring at the city skyline, his mind wandered back to the princess’s eyes. She had looked at him not with fear, not with awe, but with something else. Resistance. Fire. For the first time in years, Jason felt something he didn’t recognize. Curiosity. And so the deal was sealed. Two worlds, so different they should have repelled each other, were about to collide. Emily, the Rose Princess who longed for freedom, and Jason, the mafia heir born in shadows, were bound together by chains forged not of love, but of power.

Blurb Serafina Ferraro was born from an affair and raised like trash nobody wanted to throw out. Her stepmother hated her. Her sister mocked her. And Nico Caruso, the man she gave up everything for, drugged her and tried to sell her body to his boss. "You belong to me," Nico snarled, gripping her jaw. "You are like a stray dog. You bite, so you get smacked until you learn to sit still." Then a stranger kicked the door open. "I could have sworn I heard a damsel in distress," Dante Valentino said, calm as ice. He is not a hero. He is the illegitimate son of a powerful family, with his own war to fight. He does not save her out of kindness. "Do you want revenge?" he asked. She trains. Sh

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.

His face remained stoic. I noticed why he was acting this way. Guests were coming toward us and talking to us. He talked to the guests who congratulated us on our engagement. I put on my fake smile for them while, from the corner of my eye, looking at Nico, who held a small smile for the guests that vanished as thin as air. Nico's hand tightened as I saw a woman walking toward us. I knew she was an actress and also a daughter of the Mafia; her name was Anastasia Kirova. Her black eyes looked at Nico for longer, and Nico's body stiffened as she walked toward him.