Yakuza Leader Daughter Novels & Stories

Only that he was wrong. I'm Ziyana Casimiro, daughter to the mighty and fearless Dario Casimiro, a Mafia Lord in Sicily. My life itself is one that could be regarded as the life of a Princess. I had everything a girl could want; expensive dresses and bags from well known designers, jewelry that cost a fortune, not to mention parties and holidays all over the world. Our home was built on a wide area of land, heavily guarded by the best security facility in Italy. The mere mention of my father's name sends fear down the spines of his enemies.

After a bumpy ride, I was dragged into an abandoned slaughterhouse on the outskirts of town. When I was thrown onto the dusty concrete floor, I felt more of my ribs snap. I clutched my phone tight. "Listen, I’m a Falcone. I have money. My family runs the West Side." "Let me call them. They’ll pay whatever ransom you want. I’m the Don’s daughter, please." The leader lit a cigarette and laughed, smoke curling over his yellow teeth. "We grabbed you because you’re a Falcone. Go ahead, make the call."

"Open your eyes and look hard! I'm the daughter of Casey Nostra, the Capo of South City! I'm the real Mafia Principessa! You're nothing but an orphan who's left with a brother. What's with all the pretences?" That was when a luxurious car sped into the area. A slender figure in a suit got out of the car. It was my fiancé, John. I shouted at him, "John! Get your men to stop! I'm the Principessa of the Don! I'm Don Corleone's daughter! If you don't stop what you're doing, the Corleones will make sure your entire families die a horrible death!"

“Ma’am, we’ll need you to remain calm. This is an active investigation.” Monica turns to them instantly, eyes bright with performative distress. “Active? It’s been days. Where is she? Where is my daughter?” My stomach twists at the word daughter. Niccola is not her daughter in any way that matters. Not emotionally. Not morally. But Monica uses the title like a weapon, like something that grants her access. Heinrich places a hand on Monica’s back, murmuring something in German that sounds like comfort and strategy at the same time. Monica looks at me again, her eyes sharpening beneath the act. “I saw the news,” she says. “I came the moment I could. I’m…” she swallows, pressing a hand to her c

“Do you know that the man Ophelia sent did not just shoot her? He should have shot her in the head and left her. But he desecrated my mother’s corpse.” My father turned eyes wide towards me. “He touched the woman whom he had sent two bullets through her skull!” I yelled, my whole body shaking. It helped a lot when I thought about what Kan and his men did to that demon, but it was not enough. His mistress was still walking around Tokyo proudly, the wife of a powerful man, and daughter of the National leader. My father suddenly did not have anything to say to this.

I got a shocked reaction from Iskender. The Leader looked pissed – if a flake of paint on the white wall indicated anger. The girl blushed like what I said was an incredible turn on. "She is my daughter," the Leader pointed out. Way past swallowing my foot. My ankle was tasty. "My name is Oyuun Tömörbaatar. My faithful Iskender, you know. This is my daughter T. Sarangerel. She is studying at NYU and is not entertaining marriage proposals at this time," he slapped down his boundaries.

Siara staggered back a step, fury flashing in her eyes. This bitch. She wasn’t like the others. The ones before had cowered. They had whimpered and begged, desperate to be on Siara’s good side. But Nirvana? She was looking at her like she was the prey. Siara’s blood boiled. “Do you even know who I am?” she hissed. “I’m Don Marco’s daughter. My family controls the second most feared mafia syndicate in this city.” Nirvana arched a brow. “And?” She crossed her arms, voice dripping with boredom. “Why don’t you run back to Daddy dearest, then?”

As soon as Sonia saw me, she darted behind me. "Leona, help me!" I glanced at the women across from us and said coldly, "Do you really want to force Jason's fiancée to strip in public? Aren't you worried he'll come after you after this?" The leader was a Capo's daughter, and she nodded politely at me. "Leona, we're not trying to be mean. We're just curious, that's all. She's not as innocent as she looks. Don't say I didn't warn you."

"She's being stubborn again." How could I make things right with her? I knew she had every right to be mad after how things played out. Maybe it was just in her blood. After all, she was the daughter of the mafia leaders,two mafia leaders who are known to compete for the highest rank in the organization.