Novel & Cerita The Mafias Hidden Princess

I said. "My lips are sealed,"He imitated the same,"But be careful Aless and specially around Aitana Grayson,the princess of most ruthless American mafia house.She is death, Alessandro so do not come across her."Chase warned me of a phantom girl,about whom I've heard a lot but she seemed to stay low profile as no one has ever seen her. Or she prefers to hide herself from public eyes unless someone,who wants to die come in her path. "Don't worry Chase I don't do women anymore,at least not nowadays."I said prepared to leave as there is only an hour left for the sunset.

“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?

I think she managed to remember something that led her to contact the FBI, they are already working to bring her back safe and sound. - Are you serious? – James swore. The young girl covered her mouth to stifle her sob and her tears ran freely, spraying her face. It was a cry that did not express happiness but anguish. Lauren did not live in a bubble, isolated from reality; she knew who her mother was and what she did for a living. She knew that when she left her ten years ago it had been to hide in a shady mafia network. Knowing that she was still alive was not so good if she continued under the command of that pair of brothers; children of crime. That made her imagine the worst.

It was someone he knew,, someone who shouldn't be here. The mafia princess -Hikky. The very woman with whom he had once signed a fake marriage contract, a move meant to buy peace with Alessia instead it was pieces it bought, a truce written in lies. And she wasn't alone. From behind her, another familiar silhouette emerged, her smile curling with venomous satisfaction. Bianca. Luca's breath hissed between his teeth as realization slashed through him. Two women from his past both entangled with him in ways that had already drawn too much blood now stood before him in the shadows of the room where Alessia lay unconscious.

“Enough of this bullshit. I’m going to ask the obvious question. What the hell happened at the Syndicate Court?” I laugh, all teeth and no warmth. “What the fuck didn’t happen?” Marco’s face lights up. “Oh, this is going to be good.” I pick up my glass again. “The woman I spent a year and months searching for turns out to be the Irish Mafia princess. How fucking poetic.” There’s silence, for approximately two seconds not until Marco chokes on his champagne. He coughs, slaps a hand against his chest and stares at me. “I’m sorry. The what?”

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

My heels froze mid-air, my heart stopping dead in my chest as the name sliced through the quiet corridor like a physical blade. Talia. My childhood best friend. The person I thought I knew better than anyone else in the world. Although she betrayed me, why was she being mentioned in this kind of place? "You didn't know?" another voice drifted out, the tone dripping with a mixture of high-society gossip and condescending disbelief. "I mean, their surnames don't match," the first girl's shocked voice mirrored mine perfectly. "Surnames are easy to hide when you're trying to keep a target off your daughter's back," the second voice replied, a low, knowing scoff following the words. "Practically

I asked. “Yes ma'am. I know who you are." “Who am I?" I asked. “Melissa Ross the Mafia princess," he answered with trembling lips. "Good now do you know what I'll do to you if you tell them about what happened the night of Elia's death?” "Yes, ma'am, I know what you can do. Please don't kill me. I'll not say anything.” “Come on now. Those are just words. Do you expect me to believe that crab?"

6 million dollars. "You can ask the doctor. She is my twin and without proper treatment she will-" "You seem to think I care. What is it to me if she doesn't make it?" He gives her a genuine side glance. Mateo was appointed the Mafia prince title for a good reason. He knew what investments to make, how to double them and what missions to follow through with. Not once had he let down the organisation by making foolish mistakes. The fact that this girl seemed to think he would choose to make them now, rubbed him off the wrong way. He prefers not to take on things he won't benefit from and at this particular moment, he saw nothing gainable.

“The yellow envelope must have been a threat from Dell Rosie. Besides, it was clear that she don’t know who Romero is. To Mia, he is a foreign man.” Now three pairs of eyes stopped their game of pool and focused on Jaxon. “Not to mention of her true identity and the fact that she has a ‘missing’ twin sister and the cause of her mother's death, as well as the background of Mia's real mother. She must have been unprepared, realizing that she was the rightful heir to a mafia organization. Do you want me to tell her that she is the missing princess? And her head was rewarded with five billion? I think you will also choose to remain silent.”