Mafia Queen Quotes

She's a fucking rat trying to humiliate a queen...She's nothing

She was mine. She was all fucking mine.I was the king of the jungle, and the woman beside me was my queen.

So I'm not just going to manage a casino, I'll also be a bordello queen.

Being a part of the Mafia was like being in a chess game where you had no idea if you were the queen or a pawn, until it was too late, until you lost the entire game or until you won.

Luca shook his head, his eyes reverent as they trailed over me. “You were born to be a queen.

Do not ever try to tell me you weren’t made for this life, that you weren’t born to rule as a queen.

Don’t act like some quiet mouse, Viviana. Don’t stand at my side with your head tucked down in those pretty dresses I buy you. Don’t be the weak little mafia princess your momma said you’d have to be. That’s not what I want—not what I need. Stand straight, meet their stare, and be my fucking queen.

Fame, power,money,love. The moon, the stars, the whole galaxy. Give it to me.My fetish is domination; not of men, not of my self, of everything. A shiver goes up my spine when I watch other bow their head, In my previous life I must have been a born great queen

Groaning, he gripped his fists in the wild stuff. “Contessa.God, Contessa.” She straightened, changing the angle, changing the pleasure. She shook her hair back and undulated. She was a contessa.A princess.No,a queen.

How does it feel knowing the only need I’ll have for you is your cock?” Bravo. The Tess from the first day we met would’ve cowered in my presence and flinched at a fly, but the woman sitting next to me has become a true mafia queen. She’s learned to stand up for herself.

That the female of the species is deadlier than the male. —Rudyard Kipling

She has seen the good, the bad and the ugly, and yet her dreams still seem far from being realised.

Dear God. The daughter of a Mafia don is having an affair with the Latino pool boy. We’re a telenovela.

Fucking hell,” he grunts while driving deep inside me. “Your cunt is so hot, so tight, so warm. I could live in here until I die and be completely and utterly happy.

Massino’s crew stashed stolen expensive men’s suits in a warehouse in the Corona section of Queens, and propelled the clothes on a rope line attached to a haberdashery across the street whenever customers showed up for a cut-rate sale.

The Mafia’s involvement with gay bars is ironic on so many levels. Macho guys ruled gangland but supported a subculture for nelly queens. Most mobsters were evil sociopaths motivated only by financial self-interest but nevertheless were doing a good thing in providing social spaces for the gay community. The mob was on the wrong side of the liquor laws by serving gay folk but on the right side of the 14th Amendment in arguing for equal protection. The Mafia exploited an oppressed community but advanced the gay cause.

punch everyone else who got a glimpse of her creamy skin. We had just finished unloading the last of her boxes, and I’d come up to make sure she was settling in all right. My eyes strayed to the queen size bed on the far wall, it was a far cry from the oversized king in my bedroom, but it was still tempting as hell. Especially since Sophia was spending the night with her Nonna. “Gianna.” She yelped, jumping to her feet and spinning around. Her hand flew to her chest, drawing my attention to her incredible tits as they lifted and fell with her rapid breathing. “Jiminy Crickets, Nic! You scared the heck out of me!” I chuckled and shook my head as I prowled toward her. She was too fucking adorable and I never wanted her to change. Well, with the exception of bringing out the inner tigress I knew would be there in the bedroom.

Oil “Soviet Russia cannot survive without Baku’s oil,” told comrade Vladimir Lenin. One of the plans was to drain the Caspian Sea: “Is it possible? Can you drain the Caspian Sea?” said the powerful Stalin. It was more an order than a question.” (- Angelika Regossi, “Russian Colonial Food”. Chapter: Azerbaijan - Oil Country). Mafia “With his wife Victoria, they reigned here for nineteen years. This period Georgians called ironically the Victorian Era, and his wife got the name Queen Victoria. Victoria created the system when all was for sale: state documents ten times the price; 5,000 roubles to enter the Communist party; 50,000 for the judge job, … “ (- Angelika Regossi, “Russian Colonial Food”. Chapter: Gruzia - Where Soviet Mafia Was Born). Smoking “Smoking breaks in the USSR were long and often—and became an official excuse not to work, causing huge damage to the already failing state economy. But on the other hand, with zero unemployment and prison terms, if you are not on a payroll, the state could not provide enough work for everybody. People had to show up every day in the workplace. Boredom from nothing-to-do turned into massive laziness and Soviet workers spent long hours in the smoke rooms. For some, it was a place to relax, for others, to provoke a frank conversation—because … Well, let’s talk about it later.” (- Angelika Regossi, “Russian Colonial Food”. Chapter: Litva - Friends and Rebels). God “The bus was driving slowly, just forty km an hour on the slippery winter road. Outside was a spectacular view of the Caucasus mountains. Here and there appeared churches: nearby and far away, but always on the top of the hill: “Closer to God, as high as possible,” crossed His mind. The bus stopped with a creaking sound, and He slowly got off: “For me, Khor Virap Monastery will be the resting place: from the Soviet life … from the communist lies … I shall spend here the rest of my life. And from here … I shall go to eternity …” these were His last thoughts before He entered the monastery gate. He was dead tired from all that happened, walking uphill closer to God.” (- Angelika Regossi, “Russian Colonial Food”. Chapter: Armenia - Road in the First Christian State).

They killed my goombah,” Baldo Amato wept to Vitale, who had quickly arranged for a sit-down for the two at the Blue Bay Dinner on Frances Lewis Blvd., in Queens, New York.

There were a number of books about (the mafia) at the time, but there were no books that I could tell from the point of view of a really little guy. A new book would be from the point of view of a little guy who’s basically like a solider in Napoleon’s army. And it gives you a very interesting look at the army if you get it from a G.I. That’s how I thought of Henry, as a G.I. in a little crew in Queens. See they never even got to Manhattan! You notice

Jenabai knew how much it must have cost Mastan to admit his helplessness in resolving the issue. He was always conscious of his public image—perhaps because he was defensive about his lack of education—and hated to appear anything but wise.

Her only defence for shifting religious loyalties was that she was very spiritually inclined.

Then the old man said something that set the ground for the change that would occur in Ashraf s life: ‘Don’t you want to take revenge?

Ayaz was impressed with the team of brain and brawn that Papamani had gathered around her.

My wife is in the heroin business and I am not on good terms with her,’ Devendra said. Jayshree, who was also upset with her mother’s attempts to keep her away from her lover and force her into the drug trade, also decided to stand witness against her. Papamani was finally convicted and put behind bars in 2004. It was ironic that the two people for whom Papamani earned turned against her. While she had so many followers, none of them were in her family.

As journalists the first lesson we learnt was not to sit on judgment but raise questions.

Every life I take, I give to you. I will bathe in the blood of any man who tries to come for you, for our family.

I’d read a book about a mountain man once though. He was a mafia prince who’d gone into hiding because of the things he’d found out about himself and he’d sure made being a mountain man sound hot. He’d found a girl up there on that mountain and had torn down heaven and earth to get revenge against the people who had hurt her. The sex had been pretty damn hot too. So maybe Saint could pull off the mountain man thing with the right bit of encouragement. If Nicoli could do it in Beautiful Savage, then why not my OCD criminal mastermind too?

The blood that runs in my veins is pure mob royalty. I am Phoenix Kovalyov, son of Artem and Esme Kovalyov, the reigning king and queen of the Los Angeles-based Kovalyov Bratva. Nephew to Cillian and Kian O’Sullivan, dons of Ireland’s O’Sullivan mafia clan.

It's obvious he was waiting for me to approach him. I smother an internal laugh. As if I would ever lower myself to such a travesty. Men crawl to me when I beckon them. It’s never the other way around.

I came out tonight determined not to agree to this marriage. Now, I want to throw her over my shoulder and frog-march her to the nearest church.

Mia amata. That is the last time you’ll ever suggest I am weak. Don’t make me demonstrate how I am the complete opposite because I don’t want to hurt you. Challenge me, and you won’t like it. That I guarantee.

What a shame you are already married,” he says. Stalling with my hand curled around the door handle, I look over my shoulder at him, arching a brow as my curiosity is piqued. “If you were single, I would marry the fuck out of you.

I pull Alexis across my lap, cradling her to my chest like I used to when we were lovers. Before all the ugliness. I am surprised to find that not only does she let me hold her, but she cuddles in against my chest and buries her face in my shirt. I rest my lips against the crown of her head and breathe in her flowery scent.

It is not the wise man’s job to care what he looks like while he shovels shit to put out the fire,” Vito calls back to me.

I think about marrying Gabriel for real and I decide it is the most ridiculous suggestion I’ve ever heard.

Alexis rubs my back and presses her lips to my head. If I have never felt so much pain before, I have also never felt comfort like this either. Her warmth surrounds me. Encases me like a cocoon. I do not deserve this woman, but I can never let her go.

And Alexis, I suspect that you’re the yin to my yang.” His brow furrows. “I need you.

I may not be the mafia boss, but I am the Killer King, and no one… No… One… will touch my queen!

You’re right!” I snap. “I should have stayed so you and I could raise Harry together like a happy little family, and one day when he was older we could sit down and tell him the heartwarming story of how you murdered his grandfather in cold blood.” I glower at him. “Doesn’t that sound nice?

That’s what I thought,” Gabriel says, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. “You’ll always be mine, Alexis.

He’s fast asleep, clutching a teddy bear I’ve never seen before. Curious, I extricate the bear from his grip and turn it over in my hands. There are words stitched into the paw and I narrow my eyes, struggling to read them. With love, from Dad.

Come sit next to me, Miss Keller. I want to have a look at you.” Oh, no, the king of the Russian mafia knows my name. This is so not good.

You knew Stavros was in the mafia, didn't you?" "Sort of? It's not like they make a big production out of it. Nobody's going around wearing lapel pins that say, 'mafioso.' Or whatever the word is in Russian.

When you are addicted to someone you will do anything for one more tase no matter how you get it

I want to kiss her, but I don’t. Whatever happens next, she has to be the one who initiates it. I might be the king of the Russian mafia now, but my queen will always hold the most power. Only she can make or break me with a single word.

You won’t ever hear a word about the past. I will treat your heart with care… as if it’s fragile, when it’s not. And I’ll love it as if it’s my own, because it is.

And yet, here I was, watching someone drown. It was incredibly rude that they had done this right now. I had many things to do, of course. Like…  Well, I had nothing to do. But it was still rude of them.

Eija, women like you aren’t mistresses.” He kissed her neck. “Women who look like you, smell like you, sound like you, whose skin radiates like yours…you aren’t mistresses.” His lips grazed her shoulder. “You’re wives. Queens. Conquerors.” He nipped the tops of her breasts. “If you’re going to be in my life, it won’t be behind a curtain or creeping with me in the shadows. It’ll be right next to me for the world to see.

I took a black and white photograph, which I also posted on Instagram. Her New Balance shoes and her feet crossed, hanging as she sat atop the pile of aluminum chairs, against the backdrop of the many legs of the chairs shining in the street lights in contrast to her dark shoes and leggings, were so captivating. There was a lightness in the way she sat there with her crossed legs dangling, as if she was perched on a cloud and it was the most natural thing as she was my angel. I was still unsure if she really existed or if I had only made her up with Pinto cat one night. It was all like a lucid dream. I was so glad for us and for us becoming rich soon too. I was so glad I could provide her with a future in Europe. I was so glad we would be rich and happy and we would be able to make all our dreams come true and travel the world freely together. I can show her Italy and Hungary and Europe. We can pick where do we want to live or make family. I knew all my life, all my work had led to this girl, this moment, and this future. Ours. She started to rap in Spanish in the Rioplatense dialect as I started to record her. „Loco, loco…” - she was so cute, it sounded like she had learned it on the streets of Buenos Aires, skipping school. She was amazing - so young, so true, so natural and pure and cute. I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted to make kids with her. With only her. Nobody else. By the wall of the church and the bar tables, there were a bunch of metal mobile railings with the Ajuntamiento de Barcelona logo in the middle of each of them. I told Martina to squat down to the level of the Ajuntamiento sign, and before I could finish my sentence, she was already doing it. She posed with the mobile railings, making a funny, cool and happy face while squeezing the Ajuntamiento logo between two of her fingers and pointing at it with her other hand, as if we were mocking the authorities of the Ajuntamiento. She was reading my mind. Like she knew magic. She was such a good girl. She was so pretty, smart and sexy. She was smiling, biting her lower lip, excited, turned on, and in love, I thought, looking like a bunny, or like Whitney Houston on the Brazilian live concert video, so I began to call her “Bunny”. I showed her how Whitney was smiling the same way. I was so blind to see the connection. (“The Cocaine Queen”) I was so much in love with her, so under her spell, I just really wanted her to be the One, I guess. I explained to her that the Camorra was one of my costumers and they had a club close by too and they were taking away other people's coffeeshops, menacing their lives and their families'. I explained to her that we were going to do all demolition and remodeling without any permit, without telling a word to anyone. I told her that we would lie to the residents of the building above us about what we were going to do there for months and months. I told her that she must keep it as our secret. She was nodding happily and she seemed happy that I trusted her. I explained everything to her, I told her about Rachel and Tom and I signing the founding document at Amina's office at the beginning of the same year, 2013. She seemed to understand the weight of all I told her and the reasons why I told her about it all, so she would know, so she wouldn't make a mistake saying the wrong thing in the wrong place at the wrong time. I asked her to pay attention to her surroundings in Barcelona from then on, as there were a lot of criminals, and she was a very pretty girl - not only my girlfriend. She seemed to take it as a privilege to be my girlfriend, and she seemed eternally happy, as was I. I told her that she was the only person I fully trusted. I wanted to send the video of Martina rapping on WhatsApp to Adam, but Martina told me I shouldn't because it was late and, at the end, Adam was my boss. “Yeah but he is not really my boss, in Spain, I am the boss.

She was art. She was sin. She was a goddess.  And she was the altar I wanted to forever pray upon. I loved her. I loved her so much. So how could she hate herself? How could she hate anything about herself when I loved every part of her? It offended me.

It's written all over your face, Juliet. Mafia Romeo has sexed you on every horizontal surface in the house, and now you're glowing with happiness.

Lean on me,” I sang. “When you’re not strong. And I’ll be your friend. I’ll help you carry on.

Can't expect to shut up a sunbeam in a box and not have it dim a little. Hm?

Stay with me, Georgie,” I say. “Stay with me and make me your New York Queen. Marry my fortune, take my lands, use my body to sire your heirs.