Mafia Princess Quotes

“With that look on your face, I shudder to think what the hell is going on in that dirty mind of yours.” I looked up and spotted Dante standing in the doorway. “Oh, you have no idea how dirty my mind really is.” “Oh, God, stop.” Dante held his hands up. “If those dirty thoughts have anything to do with my little sister, I’m going to be forced to put a bullet in your spine.” I grinned like a fucking idiot. “Then you better load that gun…brother.” “Good God, you’re an asshole.”
― Bella J., Mafia Princess

“Anderson took a seat on the La-Z-Boy. Motherfucker. Did he not know a man’s La-Z-Boy was right up there with his woman? You didn’t touch it, you didn’t even fucking look at it, let alone use it.”
― Bella J., Mafia Princess

“Italian men and the women in their lives. You could always count on an Italian man to be extremely overprotective.”
― Bella J., Mafia Princess

“Were these people even aware there were things like world hunger and global warming? Things that were way more important than what I had for lunch, or what Kim Kardashian wore to the damn beach.”
― Bella J., Mafia Princess

“I hadn’t even been in the same room as this man for two minutes and I already knew his ego was bigger than fucking China.”
― Bella J., Mafia Princess

“And then the three-minute scolding started. I sat there listening to her go on and on about how she worried, and how it was my duty as her firstborn to check in at least every second day, and that I’d be the cause of her having a heart attack one day.”
― Bella J., Mafia Princess

“Anderson’s dark brows slanted down. “If I remember correctly, you said you didn’t need a partner. Your exact words, I believe, were, ‘I don’t need no motherfucking middle-aged bastard being my partner.’ Ring a bell?” “None whatsoever.”
― Bella J., Mafia Princess

“Oh, God. The sound of that voice gave me an instant headache. I groaned as I pulled my palm down my face, thinking I’d rather be having a conversation with Satan right about now.”
― Bella J., Mafia Princess

“Seriously, Monroe?” I turned to him. “Can you breathe up there?” He looked confused. “Up where?” “Up his fucking ass.” I pointed at the commander, and then his face turned all shades of red.”
― Bella J., Mafia Princess