The Secret Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

Carmella drones on, and I cup her cheek with my hand before pressing down hard. “Listen to me, you whore, Sienna is a Mafia Princess, soon to be my Queen. You are trash and will never compare to the likes of her or her beauty. I do not love you. You were a means to an end, a tool needed to hit Sienna where it hurt the most, and you were more than amenable to sell her out for a few sweet nothings whispered in your ear. You were the person she trusted the most, and now with that trust shattered, Sienna will feel like she has no one.” I say and see the tears welling up in her eyes; God, I hate a weak woman.

She said with a sinister smile, shaking her head proudly she said, "But here is a secret that it's was me who was targeting my brother's mens. I was always hinting about my location so that he could easily search me. I took a lot of pain in the past due to that SLUT, How dare she ? WHatever I eyed became mine and she eyed what's mine. How can I spare her MOM?” “We are the highest in the familia’s if we can't save ours, then how can we hold others' lives?” “That's the point MOM! I am Alberto. Princess of the highest ranked Mafia Family and a tiny slut can’t snatch my prey let alone my love.” “Tell me everything love, I want to hear my beautiful daughter’s Love story.” Chiara smiled shyly .“OK

My heart stopped. “Watch where you’re going,” the all-too-familiar voice of Sabrina sneered. Before I could react, she had grabbed my jacket, pulling me close, her eyes narrowing. “There's no need to hide it,” she whispered, her voice dripping with malicious glee. “I know all about your little secret.” Panic gripped me. “Please, Sabrina,” I begged, my voice trembling. “You can’t tell anyone.” A cruel smile spread across her face. “Oh, I won’t. But it’ll cost you. From now on, you’re my little servant. My errand girl. Do as I say, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t spill your precious secret.”

She whispered to her own self. "What?" He asked her loud and clear. "So you are from that mafia gang, Stalza." She screamed on top of her lungs since she was scared. And to her reaction, the men around her pushed their ammunitions further to her throat. "Hehe," his eyes lit up, "That's right princess. I am from that dirty mafia gang everyone is talking about." He got up and spread his arms, as though he was trying to say that he own the entire world,

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.

"Then take it to the Don. Family rules." His jaw clenched, but that fake tough guy look stayed plastered on. "What, you wanna settle this in secret?" I dropped the pen, stared him down. "You forget who you married? I'm not some deli guy's kid." "This was a mafia deal from the jump," Sofia chimed in, smirking. "If you're tapping out, better get the Don's blessing." Damon gulped. Sweat slid down his face. Yeah, he hadn't thought this through.

"I think they've started to drift apart and I'm not wasting any more time. I'm creating a ground for attachment with Aldric already.” “That's positive but do you know that the Mafia princess is after him too?" I asked, wanting to spoil her mood. "I don't care. I've always been clear about wanting his money. She can have him if she wants. I just want to get my hands on those dollars,” she said and I could already imagine the look on her face. “Well then. Good luck I'm sure you're about to hook him with the styles you stole from Scarlett,” I teased. “Unlike you, who got nothing. I hope you can see the difference now," she said and then ended the call.

I was a mafia princess in hiding. I gave my husband everything. Then, right after his company went public, he cheated on me at the party I threw for him. With his childhood sweetheart, Isabella. “Elena, you can’t even iron an Hermès scarf? Look at these wrinkles. It’s a cheap rag.” I stopped. The steam from the iron—or maybe my own rage—blurred my vision. Marco’s mother, Amelia, threw the expensive scarf back at me, her face full of contempt.

"Of course not. I just wanted to discuss something with your uncle. That is all." She relaxed back into his chest. "Well, you can say it here. I can keep a secret." "It is men's business," Eric whispered, playing with her hair. "Oh please," she rolled her eyes. "I am a mafia princess. I know how damn well to keep a secret. And" she sat up, pointing at him, "please do not tell me you are the kind that keeps their wife away to discuss men's business. Because I am curious and I love being involved in everything. Good or bad. Okay?"