The Secret Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

he said. Did he just call me Paige? What happened to Ms. Ryan? “what secret?” I asked out of curiosity. Miles didn’t answer he just walked into the house and I followed him as usual to avoid getting lost. I think I triggered the evil Miles personality with my last question or was he just very difficult to understand? I got freaked out remembering his last words especially the initiation part and how I pictured it. Maybe a blood bath or I would be asked to provide the guts of someone I loved so much. What were they going to do to me?

I asked, jerking up and covering my boobs with my hands to hide my naked body from their gaze. "Where am I?" I asked again, looking around the huge room. I tried to recollect what happened, then it clicked. Mr Peterson's Harem, the mafia world. Mr Peterson was a Mafia. An enemy of my father and it is me, I am the princess they were looking for. I'm done for if they ever find out. The mere thoughts alone made me shiver.

she was trembling, “It's not like I'm important, no one would miss me anyway, my parents are too busy sniffing…” “That's not the point.” “Then what is?” I stood up and removed my clothes, “The point is the man has ties to the mafia, didn't you know this?” “Why would I ?” I placed my t-shirt over my head. “I forgot you don't pay attention to anything but your fool of an ex I*******m.” “Hey…” I threw the pillow at her, “Keeping it real, now let's go downstairs and celebrate the fact that you still have your life.” She dragged me by the hand.

He placed his finger under my chin and forced me to look up into his deep blue eyes. “Koa what the hell are you doing?” I whisper-shouted. “Sit d--” My words were cut off as he lowered to my level and planted his lips against mine. The kiss was passionate and I began to kiss him back when he shifted into the booth that I was sitting in. We finally pulled apart, my breathing slightly heavier due to the impromptu makeout session. Koa briefly looked upset when he had to pull back from me when the food was being brought out to our table. I desperately tried to relax my breathing while he looked completely calm and put together. He smirked while I began sipping at my cold water quickly. “I should

She never thought she would be disgraced one day by her own family. People say time heals everything. Indeed time heals her broken soul by giving her an angel but the scars it left behind always remembered her the deadliest past she left behind. She just hopes that nobody ever again breaks her heart or this time she won't be able to collect herself. Meanwhile "Boss, the Russians are making a fuss. Russian mafia king Zacarias Casso wants to meet you. He said he won't fix the deal until he meets you." Ron explained the whole thing about the russian to his boss. The Russian mafia king is the second most powerful mafia king in the mafia empire.

"You stole him away, I will never forgive you for that." what was she talking about? I never stole her mate. Was she mad? Did she mean Christopher? ''Christopher is not your mate, and I didn't steal him'' I replied to her like I would to a crazy person. ''Oh my dear Amalia, I don't mean Christopher, I mean Peter'' she clarified, a sinister smile playing on her lips. I gasped in shock. Peter was her mate? She saw my shock and she continued, ''He didn't tell you, did he?'' My mind raced as I tried to process this new information. Peter, her mate? How could he have kept such a secret from me? The betrayal stung deep within me, and I felt a mix of anger and hurt wash over me.

I explained to Sonia what had happened and she sighed with her hand over her face. "Of course, you don't lie to me, you only withhold. I believe you but one thing you must understand is that Sofia did not leave because of that" "Did you listen to a word I said? She caught--" "Sofia is the Mafia Princess" Sonia suddenly interrupted me and my eyes dimmed in confusion, "What? What's that supposed to mean?" My runner looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Sofia is the long-lost Di Marco Princess"

Marko N. I 'Return princess turns miraculous priestess; a tale of forbidden love.' Again, Marko’s gaze strayed to the heading’s subtitle. Return princess who discarded her title to be a priestess finds mate amid late-night purification rituals in the Chelsea slums.' "Scandal on her first mission! God, we should have sent more men to keep her still." An elder uttered furiously. "Doesn't she understand that such behaviour can spark a war?" Another responded.

I look at each of them and he looks down, oh this better not be what I think it is. “Your parents and brothers are the heads of the mafia and cartel. You are the heiress to an old mafia family, known as the DeNucci’s,” I blink, trying to register what he is saying. This can’t be true? Can it? What I’m some kind of mafia princess?

“So, how did I come in possession of these territories?” This time I step closer to her and pause before her. I look deep into her eyes as I say the words. “You’re a mafia princess, Vera. Your grandfather was the Pakhan of the underworld. The wealthiest crime family to have ever existed on earth. That Vera, is your real identity…” If words are out that Vera has a copy of her wealth and power, they'll come. Things are going to get dark. The question is how do I protect what’s mine? Vera breathes visibly through her lips, her body wracking shudders.