Follow along as six brothers find out their mother, who ran away in the dead of night 15 years ago, was pregnant and hid their sister from them. The brothers may save Alicia, but in doing so, they are also risking her life by introducing her as the mafia princess. Any similarities to other stories are unintentional. The general theme of mafia siblings is pretty common, so I am adding some parts to make it more unique. I hope you enjoy it! 3/19/26 - #21 of "italian mafia" 3/11/26 - #16 of "russian" 3/11/26 - # 3 of "spanish mafia" 9/19/25 - #15 of "mafia" 9/7/25 - #20 of "mafiaprincess" 8/24/25 - #2 of "americanmafia" 8/20/25 - #9 of "longlostsister" 8/3/25 - #26 of "littlesister" 7/29/25 - #8 of "olderbrother"

Nearly eighteen years have passed since Willow was allowed to simply exist. Raised in locked rooms and silence, she learned rules without ever being told they were wrong-so she steps into freedom bright-eyed and reckless, all summer dresses and soft wonder, finding joy in everything the world kept from her. Willow is sunshine with sharp edges: independent, curious, too kind for her own safety... and still unaware that what she survived was abuse until someone shows her what choice actually feels like. Byron Ferrari isn't that someone because he's gentle. He's twenty-four, a billionaire built from old money, grief and discipline, running a ruthless security empire and a stricter life. Control is how he breathes. Anxiety is how he loves. He doesn't want to cage Willow-he wants to keep her close because losing people is the only thing he's ever been good at. Byron is forced to learn the difference between protection and possession all while unintentionally turning her into a spoiled brat who craves his attention and affection. Willow walked into his immaculate kitchen, barefoot, carrying a fistful of wildflowers like contraband. Byron stared at the mud. Then at her. "Absolutely not." She smiled, radiant. 'Absolutely yes.' She signed. Ten minutes later, Byron was on his knees, gently cleaning the soles of her feet while she hummed. Tropes: Sunshine x Grumpy • Morally Grey Protector • He Falls First • Found Family • Touch-Consent • Fast paced • Lake House / Summer Vibes • Chosen Autonomy • spoiled MFC #1 sunshine #1 soft #1 old money #1 spoiled

Leonardo Ferrari, is the next in line to take over the family business after his father retired. The Italian Mafia which he will take over is not a place for the weak. He is cold-hearted and refuses to let anyone in. Amelia Johnson, is a very closed-off girl that works as a bartender. She is sweet,innocent and polite. She doesn't trust men but is forced to communicate with them due to her job. She is the only thing he wants and he will do anything to have her. Will he able to break down her walls? Will she warm-up his cold heart?

Camille Allen is a 19 year old girl who comes from an abusive household. She tries everything to get away from her father, and maybe she found her saviors They are the feared capos of the Italian mafia. If they set eyes on something they want they get it whatever it takes

He gripped my waist flipping our position, my hands quickly gripping the headboard of my bed. My legs straddled his face, my cunt hovering over his mouth. He let out a breath, the cool air made my core clench. "vince this-" I moaned lifting my hips trying to move away. I could feel myself twitching in wanted pleasure. I wanted it so bad, but he- "fucking ride." ... Highest Rankings #1- fiction #1- brothersbestfriend #1- mafiaprincess #1- language #1- mobboss #1- daddyissues #1- daddysgirl #1- spicy #2- fluffandsmut #2- dominant #4- graphiccontent #3- mafiasmut #4- billionaire

Dovealina Akari , she was daddy's little girl until he was murder and was left with a mother that tore her world apart. Made her afraid of everything. Graduated high school on A honor roll. She was scared of the outside world but was very independent. Mariano Valentino, He grew up with everything but felt like it meant nothing. Graduated college and went into the family business without anything but a few million and a couple of guys. Mother was killed but was left behind with is father who made him feel like nothing.

"Have you ever," I pause, "touched yourself, Baylor?" "Well of course I've touched myself," she says like I am crazy. I chuckle a little. "I mean have you ever touched yourself in between your legs? Have you ever made yourself feel good?" She looks confused, "N-no?" I lean in and whisper in her ear, "When you go to bed tonight, I want you to touch yourself in between your legs while you think of me. I want you to let yourself feel that and if you make any noises don't try to stop them okay?" "O-okay," I can practically feel her throbbing in my lap. *** Book Cover done by @_navyblueee_

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*** I get a call from an unknown number and I have a vague idea of who it might be. "911 what's your emergency?" I answer, holding back a laugh. "Don't fuck with me Elena. Now tell where you are so I can pick you up and... Talk." Damn, he's sexy when he's angry. I bit my lip, looking for the metro sign. "Your kind of talk and my kind of talk are completely different at the moment" I laugh, spotting what I was looking for. "Oh yeah? You don't know until you try, isn't that right, principessa? " he says huskily, almost making me stop in my tracks. *** Helen is one witty funny girl and Dante is one driven Mafia head. What happens when they accidentally reenact one of their childhood fairytales? I guess you'll need to read to find out.

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.