Best Books About Organized Crime Novels & Stories

He was no ordinary stranger. He was the king of the mafia world. The immortal boss, as everyone called him. Don Antonio de Marino, the notorious El Capo and ruler of La Vendetta Oscura, the largest and most powerful mafia organization in Las Vegas. The mention of his name brought men to their knees and seized them with terror. He was ruthless, merciless, a menace, and even the police steered clear of him. His world revolved around three things: wealth, power and revenge.

However, from what I knew about several Bratva organizations, they weren’t well known for their patience or their humanity. “The world of organized crime was different back then,” Pops started. “It was brutal, more like the Old West than what you see now with computers and hackers as employees. I was raised on violence and bloodshed, enough that the streets and sidewalks were often painted with the color red from whatever weekend slaughter had occurred. You hear more stories about the New York syndicates, yet their murders were kids playing in a sandbox next to what we faced.” He laughed as if the memories were bittersweet.

Though I couldn't just break off the deal he made with them, I was going to find a way to end the engagement one way or the other. I brought out a cigarette from my pocket, opened it and took one out, placing it between my lips but didn't light it. I only smoked when I was really angry or holding myself back. After walking aimlessly for hours, I decided to head back home because I knew the streets of scampia like the back of my hands, it was filled with trouble. And even though I was a little riled up and looking for a way to vent, I didn't have the time or energy to deal with street thugs who didn't know who was in charge.

She said with a smile. “Hmm, Lydia, we kind of need your help.” Eddy said nervously and Lydia raised a brow curiously. “With what?” “We need you to help us kill someone.” Eddy said and Lydia froze. “What?” “Okay, take a seat.” Eddy said and pulled her to sit. “Have you ever heard of mafias? Russians? Drug lords and dealers? Assassins?” Eddy asked. “Yeah, yes I have.” “Good.” “Whats good about it?”

The study light was on past midnight every night. But Ryan himself was elsewhere. Handling things. I used the three days well. Library hours were suspended during the heightened security period. So I read in my room instead. The negotiation book cover to cover twice. Then I started on a history of organized crime structures that I had slipped under my arm during what turned out to be my last library visit before the lockdown. I read carefully. Taking the information apart the way I took everything apart. Looking for patterns. For the logic underneath the structure. For how power actually moved through these organizations versus how it appeared to move from the outside.

The news broke at exactly 8:00 AM. I sat in my car outside the café where I was supposed to meet Luca, my phone propped against the dashboard as Isabella’s interview played. She looked calm, composed, like she wasn’t about to throw a lit match into a pile of gasoline. “The documents we’ve obtained paint a damning picture of organized crime operations spanning years,” she said smoothly. “We’re talking about deep-rooted corruption, money laundering, and direct ties to political figures who turned a blind eye to criminal activities.”

Mafia turf wars spark deadly melee in the streets of New York. Federal agents investigate González family for extortion. I yanked the pillow closer to my chest, trying to figure out if this was some ridiculous joke. I knew about organized crime. Who the hell didn't? I just never thought anyone living that kind of sordid life would ever enter mine. I was close to hyperventilating, another volley of shame rushing into my system. Calming my nerves, I read as much as I could find.

Aaron Here's a fun fact about me, Paperwork is my personal hell. Everyone thinks that just because I'm a mob boss, I don't have to do it, but that is a completely false narrative pushed on by shitty TV shows and The Godfather. The mob is an organised crime syndicate. Emphasis on organised.

I grinned, letting my hand out for him to shake. He nodded in agreement, and shook my hand. I’d sold ten children today. I knew that my partner in the mafia, Damon, had told me he was against human trafficking, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was a heartless prick. I’d do anything for money. And right now… Money was all I cared about. I needed lots of it, in order to take over Damon’s position in the business. Damon was just a means to an end. As soon as I’d learnt all the strategies off him and explained them to the Juarez cartel, we were going to take Damon out.