Best Books About Mafia Novels & Stories

"But that's how they are. They hold onto your mistakes forever and use them against you whenever they can. The society girls, the other wives, they love having something to whisper about." I nodded, understanding more than I wanted to. The mafia world was unforgiving and I was just starting to see how deep that went. "Especially with the fact that Gabriel cheats without hiding it from me," Kiara said casually, like she was talking about the weather. "Unlike other mafia men who only let their friends know, not their wives. Everyone knows about Gabriel." My stomach dropped and I didn't know what to say. I looked at Kiara, searching for pain or anger but found neither. She just looked resigned.

Then I find it: "Vitale Family Tragedy - Three Dead in Warehouse Fire" Article dated: August 5, 2007. Victims: Marco Vitale (father, 45). Sofia Vitale (mother, 42). Emilia Vitale (daughter, 8). Survivor: Dante Vitale (son, 12). Cause of fire: Arson suspected. Never proven. Then I decide to search: "Lucia Hale death 2007" Nothing. Zero results.

I admitted, pulling her phone out and placing it in the centre of the table. “I was once told that men like you always have a reason for doing these... torturing people. So, help me understand. What did he do to make you hurt him so brutally?” I regarded her while she waited for an answer, her eyes wandering around the cafe but not meeting mine for a single second. Maybe the thought of Leona had driven me toward her, but Abigail was nothing like that traitor. “That man was of the Bratva. They are—” “Russian Mafia.” She gave a half-shrug. “I know. They’re very notorious, from what I’ve read.”

They worked together and he was their boss. “How long have you been in the mafia?” The craziest thing about this whole situation was that I wasn’t freaked out about it. It was probably the books that were getting to my head, making me believe I could have my own love story with a mafia boss. Books really made people delusional. “I was born into it. I had no choice.”

Dominic’s POV The underground club was alive with shadowsand smoke. Bass thumped through the walls, aheartbeat beneath the city, where men like methrived. Deals were made here. Fortunes sealedin blood and silence. I stood at the back of a private booth, fingerswrapped around a glass of whiskey, watchingthe men at the table. Three of them. Russian.Old money. Arrogant bastards. They thoughtthey could sit in my city and negotiate terms. I let them talk—for now.

Theo was visibly panicking despite the fact that he didn't go through Adams; he knew what the old man was capable of. “I don't know what am supposed to think right now Theo but trust me am as confused as you I can't seem to figure out what's going on” Eric confided, he understands that everyone looks up to him to be safe because they see him as the most deadly Mafia lord in New York, well that was because he was able to take down his master but right now he wasn't so sure. The both were silent for a minute, they were just racking through their minds to find a strong strategy to make this enemy come to them.

The man threw her body roughly onto the bed. "What's wrong with you?" asked Orella as she repositioned herself to sit on the bed. "You're working with Mario, aren't you?" replied Dante with a pressing question as he pushed Orella's body backward. Orella was transfixed when she heard the answer from the man who was currently pressing against her body. She stared at Dante, who was staring sharply at her as he suppressed a treacherous enemy. "What's your business? Whether I cooperate with Mario or not is up to me. All that matters is that I get to break you and get my comeuppance for killing my brother," Orella replied as she continued to stare at Dante.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

” “Actually, I know quite a lot about them. I was quite obsessed with the movie “The godfather” I was so impressed by Joe Profaci, who used his olive oil distributorship as a front for his illegal activities, and Carlo Gambino, who used a quiet, non-flashy style en route to power. That movie inspired me to take on a very dangerous project while I was in school. I did a story on the Italian last Mafia Lord Matteo Messina Denaro, also known as Diabolik. He was the Godfather of the New York Mafia, and I was privileged to meet with him for a few minutes before he got assassinated by some scumbags. So, yes Drake. I’ve had dealings with the Mafia Lord before, and I know quite a lot about their und

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle