The Mafias Hidden Princess Novels & Stories

Mia, the princess of the Vitiello clan, daughter of the most feared Mafia Don Luca Vitiello is kidnapped. She is kept in a basement in a run-down house in the middle of nowhere. Two days, it's been two days since she was kidnapped from the altar and thrown into this basement. No one came for her since then. Her wedding dress is now dirty, and she is starved and dehydrated. She saw everything happen with shock. She walked onto the Altar and Alesso accepted her hand from her father Luca Vitiello. That's when the firing started, taking everyone by alarm. The once cheerful environment became chaotic and everyone began to run for their lives.

Forget space travel—explain the Tupperware phenomenon! Speaking of space, let’s imagine aliens. Not the scary, slimy kind, but the kind that lands here, looks around, and says, “You people pay money to watch other humans eat food online? You invented planes but still argue about pineapple on pizza? And you call your leader a Prime Minister even though they’re rarely first at anything?” The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief.

There are other mafias too but these are good mafias. French Mafia is from Amelia's side family and my and Amelia's marriage was an arrangement but eventually we fell in love and had seven kids. Time to say bye to Italy for some time.

Now, if I want to be even dirtier, I can, but wait for it… “Princess, please go sit down; I have this.” She only but shakes her head at me, and at this very present, every man in the room sees how my princess slides her hand up her slender legs; there is a gasp that fills the air as every one of them believes that they will see something extraordinary tonight, and believe me that they are. So in less than five seconds, she slides that very hand out, and there is a complete hush of silence that falls over the room as she comes and stand firm next to me and point a barrel towards those very seven men that now have the fear of seven horrors in their eyes.

Me included. The men rico came with start firing back, and Carl's men join in firing the Russians, as rico pursues victor. "Baby, take the back door and find a safe place to hide, I will come to you when this shit is done with. We are ending this today" Carl whispers but I refuse to listen. There is no way I'm going to hide while everyone else is fighting. What if I could save someone? Sometimes he forgets that I am a mafia princess and not just a normal pretty girl.

The Monticello Arrangement PART 1 Intro; Isotta Monticello is Italy’s quietly dangerous mafia princess not born to gowns and gilded halls alone, but to an empire stitched together from ports, secrets, and old debts paid in blood. She walks the world smiling, bilingual and immaculate, but beneath the silk and diamonds are the iron teeth of a woman raised to survive in a world that devours the soft.

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.

They did not, capitulating instantly the Leader announced, ‘Ora sei nominato Gran Don Natasha.’ [You are now inducted Grand Don Natasha.] Turning away from them she squared her shoulders and lifted her chin waiting for the protests from the male Dons and this time she was surprised. One by one they stood up and began to applaud her, this tiny, brave English woman had been forced into the Mafia life by men like themselves. She had not asked for any of the events that had followed, she wasn’t born to their way of life, she had no Italian/Sicilian blood in her, that was obvious, and she was a beautiful English Rose. Yet she had taken everything they had thrown at her and refused to be a victim

I forced a smile. "I've been hearing this rumor," I said, changing the subject. "I heard that the last princess is back. Is that true?" I morphed my face to one of surprise and inquisition. "I've heard it too," Frederick said. "Although I'm hoping it's a lie. Can you imagine what my fiancée would do if she found out? Of course, right now she's already on edge. The mafia king is messing things up for her, and she can't move, especially with the fact that Martinez were effectively excommunicated. She has one less ally on the council. But no matter, she has her ways, and I'm sure she'll be fine."

When she woke up"she was clueless.She didn't knew where she was or what happened the other night but then she realized that she was not alone on the bed.Then the memories started to come back in buts and tatters. It was awkward than usual because they both decided that they will keep their identities hidden so she didn't even knew what to call this guy.She thought that it will be best to sneak out . She stood up silently and picked up her dress that was strewn on the floor.She looked back to see if that man was still sleeping.She put on her dress and then unlocked the door slowly.The guy was still asleep.She moved out and closed the door. Phew ! She hurried downstairs and got of the apartme