Best Books On The Mafia Novels & Stories

The author is the copyright holder and any infringement of this is violation of law. This a dark mafia book that contains torture, abuse, death, mentions of suicide and abusive relationship. Please note that this is not your typical, traditional mafia book.

"What's that book there?" "Study," she closes the book and hands it to me. "I got it for you." I can't help myself, I end up falling in laughter when I see the title: "The Rise of the Rutherian Mafia: a detailed analysis of the arrival of the first self-declared mafia bosses in the early 20th century. What the fuck is this crap here?" "Luther Sussanto was an influential historian in the 80s and 90s. He's the one who wrote this book. You don't know him, but he's well known and even the subject of study, because Luther Sussanto was a close friend of my grandfather."

he said with a smirk. I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head and heading outside. In the driveway, a sleek black Range Rover awaited me. The driver opened the door with a respectful bow, and I climbed in without a word. As the car pulled out, Damon’s words replayed in my mind. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. A laugh escaped me, sharp and bitter. “Damon Dark, mafia and werewolf,” I muttered to myself. “What he wouldn’t do is make peace.”

Skye asked with a soft and gentle tone as if they were friends. “Yeah, she was one kick-ass of a woman. You know, back in the day, women were less active than men, unlike today. But she was different. One of the obvious reasons was because she was the only child of the most feared Mafia Lord at that time,” Vincent answered with his head bending forward as if it was too heavy for him to lift his head up properly. “How about Brandon Ford, also known as “Don”?” Skye asked again. I moved with extreme cautiousness not to create any sound for fear of bothering their conversation as I fetched a bottled from the fridge in the minibar. I handed one to Skye, then one to Marco. We sat side by side as w

"Yeah, the name sounds familiar. If I had to guess, he's probably the head of a big gangster in Brooklyn." Bella closed her mouth. Her guess was the same. His appearance was not far from the gangsters in movies. Neat, arrogant, and cold. "What if you're being targeted to be kidnapped and sold into the human trafficking market?" Darrell teased. "Hey, why are you scaring me?" Bella pouted. Darrell burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding. Or maybe he's fallen in love with you. Ah, so romantic. An innocent girl chased by a ruthless and cold mafia boss." Bella sneered. Until now, she couldn't conclude Marco Vilante's intentions.

Chiara Moretti Alessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."

It was of her wearing a blue sunday dress with another woman. “With the nicest secretary I know. Hey, Lisa. It was fun running into you.” She looked great for someone who was hiding her pain. After arriving last week, I wanted to see her right away but all these killing business had to be settled first. There were currently four mafia families in New York—The Gustavos, The Clemenzas, The De Lucas and The Biancis. The Gustavos were the easiest to do business with because all they offered the city’s elites was protection; A private invisible army for the billionaires and their family, so no one would dare touch or cross them. The Clemenzas and De Lucas were all for entertainment. Gambling, who

I ask him, he had every single book around here, all genres and all kinds. "I like mafia books, want to read this one?" he ask picking one for the two of us, I nodded, taking the book from him, it's called "Monster in his eyes". "Let's begin my little mafia," I say with a smile, I took a seat o the sofa, allowing him to sit next to me, he had his legs laying over my lap, while I read the story about the mafia, about how the boss fell in love with the girl. "The Vitale are asses!" Eliot says, making me roll my eyes, sure, I love a mafia story, but reading about humans who are such a badass as Eliot put it, only made me feel pissed.

Never in my life did I imagine having sex with the mafia. “Are you nervous?” I wondered how the hell he was able to read my mind. My lips parted, feeling him right at my wet entrance. “Are you a virgin?” His question was the last-ditch effort to stop everything. Yes! Mafia novels often show a preference for targeting innocent girls, especially virgins, and it’s unlikely that multiple books on the same topic would all fabricate this detail. Maybe that’s why he bought me. Even at the auction, they picked virgins for the highest bids.

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.