The Mafia Princess

By Khadijah Wynter

Meet Angelica Ferrari. Mafia princess and ruthless rebel.

Angelica has always embraced her father's grand plan for The Family. She's done everything she's been told for the good of the family. Hell, she even married the guy her father picked. But

• Language: English
• Publisher: New Degree Press
• Release date: Aug 23, 2021
• ISBN: 9781636767741

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THE MAFIA PRINCESS

THE MAFIA PRINCESS

BY: KHADIJAH L. WYNTER

New Degree Press

Copyright © 2021 BY: KHADIJAH L. WYNTER

All rights reserved.

THE MAFIA PRINCESS

ISBN

978-1-63676-772-7 Paperback

978-1-63676-773-4 Kindle Ebook

978-1-63676-774-1 Ebook

Table of Contents

Author’s Note

MAFIA FAMILY TREE

Angelica Ferrari

Angelica

Cristian Salvatore

Angelica

Cristian

Angelica

Cristian

Angelica

Angelica

Cristian

Angelica

Cristian

Angelica

Angelica

Angelica

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Author’s Note

When I began to draft out my concept and ideas behind The Mafia Princess, I wanted a story with a strong woman lead who was, by definition, a complete and total badass. Angelica isn’t a typical young lady at all. She carries a pink gun and knives that have bejeweled handles and curses like a sailor. She doesn’t believe in sitting around and waiting for someone to save her. Angelica believes she should be her own hero and take care of herself. She is a woman trying not only to survive in a man’s world but dominate it as well while having a man play secondary to her.

Growing up, I always thought Disney movies were all the same. The young women are the damsels in distress who had to have secondary male characters save them. They were too weak to do so on their own, and even if they tried, they would hear that condescending voice telling them what they could and could not do.

I’m sure every woman has heard that voice telling her something she wants to do is for guys or for a man to handle. Then she’s expected to comply with the suggestion.

Angelica isn’t like that, and I believe I have my mother to thank for it. She always showed me what a strong woman is supposed to look like, but most importantly she showed me how to handle things for myself instead of waiting for someone to do it for me. Or instead of listening to someone tell me what a woman is supposed to do. Like my mom showed me, Angelica can show you what she can do and show you why she is a force to be reckoned with. She’ll show you why she can do bad all by herself and wh-y her gun is her number one accessory.

I wanted to use Angelica to give every young adult woman someone to look up to—someone they can say, Hey I can do anything I put my mind to, even if it isn’t specifically for my gender. Angelica demonstrates that even though her brother, Leonardo, has her back, she can still take care of herself when he isn’t there. In the story we get to see how far she will go to keep herself safe and stand up for what she believes in through her eyes and the eyes of a man who appreciates her for her skills and doesn’t try to dampen them. It’s a unique take on a mafia don’s daughter’s life.

So, join the wild and suspenseful ride that Angelica takes you on. The coming-of-age story is filled with the exciting drama that surrounds Angelica’s life.

MAFIA FAMILY TREE

I dedicate this book to every dreamer around the world. Everyone who has a dream to write their first book and feels hopeless about having the opportunity to do it. To every young person who wants to create something that challenges the modern view on typical stories. To every older person who thinks it’s too late to live their dreams. To every woman, young girl, or teenager who doesn’t need a prince to save the day and isn’t afraid to be their own hero.

But most importantly to my best friend Denzel Brown who told me one day my dream would come true. Unfortunately, he did not live long enough to tell me, I told you so.

To my grandma, who was gone before I had the opportunity to show her all my hard work did pay off. But also, to the supportive family who has had my back throughout this whole journey.

I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Chapter One

Angelica Ferrari

From a very young age, I’ve always known my family is special. People would smile at me and start speaking to me. Even men would hit on me until they found out my last name. Ferrari—one of the biggest crime families in New York. My family’s name drops fear into the hearts of everyone who knows what’s good for them. Just casually mentioning my name in public brings men to their knees with fear, causes women to be unable to help themselves from scurrying away like roaches, and leaves little boys who thought they were men stuttering and apologizing to me before running away. I laugh at the fear their faces show me. Oh, who am I kidding, I thrive on the fear of all those insignificant beings.

My father always made sure to teach us if they fear you, they will never cross you. He, of course, knows that for a fact since he is Marco Ferrari, the head of our family and one of the biggest mafia bosses in the United States. No one ever dares to cross him unless they want to wind up in a body bag alongside everyone they have ever loved. My father is ruthless with a heart of ice and a nasty attitude. He doesn’t accept failure or disappointment, so if you bring those two things to him, well… don’t expect to walk away from Marco Ferrari. His men will be dragging your limp body out and placing you in a ditch for your family to find. Unless of course they are feeling generous, then your body will be placed right on your porch for your family to see.

Unfortunately for me, my father wants me to be trained as the perfect mafia wife to strengthen relations with other influential mafia families. I think if we were an actual company, he would have given me the title of an ambassador. But, like a dutiful mafia wife, here I am on my way up to my penthouse apartment with the groceries needed to cook my asshole of a husband a good meal, which requires me to shop at Whole Foods, since he is on one of his health kicks again.

I greet my doorman, Max, with a smile before strutting to the elevator so I won’t have to make polite pointless conversation with him. I hate that shit. I get into the elevator and quickly close the door before clicking the penthouse icon and scanning my thumb. I refuse to live in a regular apartment like the peasants around me. I’m too good for that. If it isn’t a penthouse suite, it isn’t for me. That way I get to control who has access to my home. Not everyone is allowed into my personal space, and I make Alessandro Gregorio, my husband, handle all mafia business at my father’s house. That limits the number of people who come to my house, especially with the drama currently unfolding in our family.

I get off the elevator ready to kick off my red Louis Vuitton heels. I’m two inches from my front door when I hear something crash inside. My hand immediately goes to my handbag and clutches the pink nine-millimeter pistol inside. If someone managed to get up to my place and decided to rob it, they will meet the barrel of my gun.

As quietly as possible I unlock my front door, sliding off my heels and lightly closing the door behind me. I place my bag and the groceries on the floor before tiptoeing further inside my house. A groan erupts suddenly from down the hall, and I pause for a second as I try to pinpoint that wounded sound… My bedroom. Huh?

I take a deep breath and take slow measured steps across the cold tile floor. I take the safety off my gun immediately as I swing the white bedroom door open, and the sight before me shocks me to my core. Betrayal—the word screams in my head over and over again. My best friend Giovanna Russo was fucking my husband in my bed like damn dogs, soiling my black Gucci sheet set. Disgusting.

Without hesitation, I raise my gun and fire a single clean headshot, watching in pleasure as Aless falls on top of Giovanna. I close the bedroom door just as her screams erupt around the room. Man does she have a set of lungs on her. Alessandro’s blood leaks over Gia’s back and the sheets beneath them. Those are my favorite fucking sheets, a gift from my older brother.

Angelica! she screeches at me as I raise my gun once more, aiming for her head. Nothing in the world could break my resolve right now.

Yes, Giovanna? Any last words to say to me, you scum? I growl holding my weapon towards her before giving a bored expression.

I’m sorry! Alessandro was coming to me saying he was tired of the arranged marriage. He was tired of waiting for you to accept him fully. It’s been three years and you still won’t share a room with him. He came on to me and—

And like the eager whore you are, you spread your legs for him to help him fill the void within him. Right? I cock my head to the side as she finally manages to get on her knees.

Please, Angie, if I mean anything to you, you won’t do this. Please don’t do this! Giovanna starts crying silently, smearing the black eyeliner she is wearing, and my patience starts wearing thin. I have better things I could be doing than watching this train wreck happening.

What is the motto? Crossing my family leads to you in a what?

A body bag, she whispers in defeat, and I smile triumphantly at her.

I’m so glad you know that. I pull the trigger twice, relishing in the blood splashing in my face. Oh fuck! Blood is always hard to get out of white clothes. I sigh, stepping out of my white jumpsuit and seeking out my purse. I grab my iPhone and make the all-too familiar call.

I want to make a dinner reservation for two. I end the call before dialing my brother immediately after. He answers just as quickly as always.

Well, isn’t this a lovely surprise. My adorable baby sister graces me with a call today instead of me calling her. I’m actually on my way to your place. What’s up? Leonardo’s cheery voice is usually reserved just for me. I want him to know how serious this phone call is and how seriously I need him to take me.

I made dinner reservations for two, I said in my commanding voice, the voice he knew was for when I didn’t want to be trifled with.

I’m on my way up, he says before ending the call.

I shrug my shoulders before heading to my shower to clean up with my pistol still in hand. I place it on my toilet before hopping into the shower. The hot water hits me, and I sigh in relief, washing the blood splatter off my body and watching closely as it goes down the drain. I missed this—the satisfaction after getting justice that is due to me or my family. I turn the shower off and pat myself dry before dressing in black joggers and a black t-shirt just as my room door bursts open and to reveal Leonardo with a grim look.

You killed your fucking husband? he asks in disbelief. His black fitted shirt under his navy-blue Armani suit stretches as he crosses his arms over his chest.

Yeah. I shrug nonchalantly. He was a cheating bastard and now I realize he was probably the one who was stealing from our family to keep up his whore of a mistress, Giovanna.

Just recently our accountant found a series of small withdraws from our business account. Individually the amount is chump change. But when you add the transactions together, they total well over one-point-five million dollars.

Father won’t be pleased with this. He will be disappointed by your actions. You had a job to do.

"Fuck his disappointment. I did my job. I married him for a family alliance. I was the dutiful wife, and I even had his back when no one else