The Mafia Princess Return (Talia) novel Chapter 261

**The Mafia Princess Returns**

**Chapter 261.**

**Kayden’s POV.**

Dressed to the nines in our sharpest suits, we stood together, a united front ready to face what was sure to be a monumental day for the mafia. The air was thick with anticipation, and I could hardly wrap my mind around the fact that we had all rallied under one true leader. Leon had been right all along: Talia was the one who had emerged as our genuine leader.

She possessed an extraordinary ability to keep us all grounded, inspiring us to strive for betterment—not just for her, but for the entire organization. The influence she wielded over everyone around her was undeniable, whether she intended it or not.

As I waited for our new Donna to make her grand entrance, my heart raced in my chest, each beat echoing my excitement and anxiety. Uncle Arthur and my father were well aware of the plan we had orchestrated for today, and they had ensured everything was set in motion. I could only hope that our girl would accept the role we were about to offer her.

I glanced at my fellow associates, their eyes glued to the staircase, mirroring my own restless anticipation. It was clear they were just as anxious as I was.

Suddenly, I noticed Talia’s guards rounding the corner, taking their positions on the staircase with an air of authority. Then, as if time had slowed, Theo and Talia appeared, and it felt as though my heart had momentarily stopped. She was stunning—absolutely breathtaking. A radiant glow surrounded her, illuminating the space as she descended the stairs.

The twins exchanged knowing smiles before they began their descent, their expressions filled with pride. At the bottom of the staircase, Uncle Arthur awaited them, his face breaking into a warm smile as he wished them both a happy birthday once more. The moment felt electric, and we all chimed in with our compliments, as was tradition.

Our seating arrangement mirrored that of the mafia ball, with one addition—Bradley, who had joined us this time.

“Babe, you look absolutely amazing. I can’t get over how stunning you are,” I said, locking eyes with her, my voice sincere. The other guys nodded in agreement, and I noticed a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

“You all look rather handsome in your suits as well,” Talia replied, her voice sweet and angelic, causing all of us to blush in return. We wanted to look our best for our angel today; it was a significant day for her, as well as for the plan we had in motion.

We engaged in light conversation as we made our way closer to the venue, the excitement palpable in the air.

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“Bambina, when we step outside, you will be addressed as ‘Donna.’ Only your father and your guys can call you by your name or a pet name,” Ken instructed, his tone serious yet reassuring. Talia’s eyes widened as she absorbed his words.

“This is crucial for the other mafia families to understand that you are not someone they can easily dismiss. When they see the respect you command from the top leaders, they will recognize the strength behind you,” Alan elaborated, his voice firm.

“Because of your youth and your gender, some may attempt to undermine you. But you know how to assert your authority,” Charlie added with a supportive grin.

“We don’t want any bloodshed tonight, but you must not allow anyone to disrespect you. If it comes to it, you can handle it yourself, or your older brothers and the previous Dons can step in. However, it’s best if you take the lead,” Jake said, and we all nodded in agreement, understanding the weight of the situation.

*I understand, and only my dad or my six guys can call me anything other than ‘Donna.’ I won’t respond to anything else,* Talia replied, a small smile gracing her lips, her confidence beginning to shine through.

“Good. We will walk in, and you seven will sit at a table with me, Eliana, and the previous Dons along with their partners. You will occupy the head of the table, with your guys flanking you on either side,” Uncle Arthur continued, and we all nodded, fully aware of our roles.

He then signaled to the servant waiting by the door, who opened it for us with a flourish.

As we stepped into the room, a man standing atop the stairs nodded to Uncle Arthur before turning to face the crowd gathered in the banquet hall.

“Everyone, please rise and welcome the new leader of the joint alliance: The American Mafia, The Italian Mafia, The British Mafia, The Russian Mafia, The Mexican Mafia, The German Mafia, and The Irish Mafia,” he announced into the microphone, and the entire assembly stood, their eyes fixed on us.

I noticed Talia tighten her grip on Uncle Arthur’s arm, her nerves evident, yet she maintained a calm demeanor that reassured all of us.

I felt my own nerves bubbling beneath the surface, and I could see the other five were equally apprehensive. But we had to project strength—not just for her, but to convey that we were not to be trifled with.

Events like this were always nerve-wracking, yet they were essential for keeping the lesser mafias in line.

As I stood there, I silently prayed that everyone would respect our girl. However, I also had complete faith that Talia would handle any disrespect with grace and authority if anyone dared to underestimate her.

The transformation she had undergone—from the frightened girl lying in a hospital bed in Seattle to the poised woman standing before me now—had been nothing short of remarkable. I couldn’t have been prouder to call her mine.