Best Gangster Books Fiction Novels & Stories

Sherly listened attentively as the reporter's voice filled the vehicle, detailing the recent events in the ongoing mafia conflict. "The latest reports indicate that the long-standing rivalry between the Vile Mafia and the Rui Lin Mafia has reached a violent climax," the reporter announced gravely. Sherly looked out of the window, as she already knew its content. "In a decisive battle earlier today, the Rui Lin Mafia emerged victorious, effectively dismantling the Vile Mafia's hold on the city."

“Anyways, from there I took over the girls, bought them drugs, treated them a bit better, dressed them better. We became a menace, killing other pimps, taking their territory and girls. We climbed the ladder, got recruited into this gang. By fifteen I was a trusted soldier, still had my pickpocketing business and my pimp business. I felt like I was on top of the world, and was making enough money to get me, my boys and my girls two good apartments. We began dealing drugs, and took over so much territory. I didn’t care about dying. Every day I went out ready to make more money or die. I was ruthless, reckless, and hungry for success. I attacked many in the streets, wanting more and more terri

He swiftly unbuttoned the top of his shirt, removed his bow tie, and looked down at the table, no longer the overconfident man he had been moments before. Andrew didn’t wait. “Understand?” Carter nodded, a slight tremor in his voice. “I understand.” “Good,” I muttered, my patience thinning. “Now let’s talk business.” Andrew slammed the document from Fang onto the table, his eyes never leaving Carter as he leaned back in his chair. "There are a lot of small gangs in this country," he began voice steady but laced with authority. "Most petty thieves, thugs, and drug sellers. But four gangs control this city and beyond. You already know the Godfather is the mafia king here."

I asked, “What is all this?, Is Vincent some sort of prince or what?” She asked, I didn't know if I should tell her “He is stinking rich and paranoid. What is he?” She asked, I had already noticed Taylor was a curious and Sharp person, this was probably going to bother her the whole night so I decided to tell her “I think he is drug lord, he is probably a leader of a cartel” I told her, Taylor didn't seem surprised “I thought so. There is just so much I want to ask him about Kelvin. Do you think he will talk to us tomorrow?” She asked

Each step I took felt heavier under their scrutiny. “She’s stunning,” someone murmured. “Who is she?” another voice asked, laced with suspicion. Ivan’s grip tightened as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Keep your head up, Lilah. Show them you’re not afraid.” I wasn’t sure if it was a command or reassurance, but I obeyed. My chin lifted, and I forced my legs to steady as we moved deeper into the crowd. Ivan greeted powerful men whose names I recognized only from whispered rumors. They were kings of their criminal empires, exuding an air of danger that was both alluring and terrifying. Among them was Nicolas Ricci, the Italian mafia boss, his sharp features and cold smirk m

Ashly was sitting alone in the meeting room. She was so sunk into the book she was reading. It's been a month since Monika left, and it's not like Ashly didn't feel bad when Monika cried in front of her, but what she can do She never likes to share her things with others. And it's not a bad thing because, apparently, her husband is also the same. Well, talking about now, she was reading a book called "The History of the Mafia Kingdom", when Zia entered the room.

This story I believe is one of my finest piece and so far has been a journey to me. Writing a mafia's story is an adventure itself. It can be thrilling, heart warming, interesting and full of characters. I will continue giving updates on Elizabeth's journey and I want you to follow up on her journey with the mafia's leader Leonardo. And for the characters you have been waiting to see. Elizabeth is a bold, clever lady who knows exactly what to do in every situation and she is also a soft hearted woman who needs to be protected.

I feel my hands sweating with nervousness. I can hear the cars stopping in front of the house. Slowly I walk to the wall-size windows, and I peak out. I am curious to see my future dear husband. One thing is for sure. He should sleep with one eye open because I might kill him in his sleep and become a black widow. I have no problem with that. I close my eyes, shaking my head. I think my books have a bad influence on me. This would be a good plot. I make a mental note to write that story. A mafia story. Who knows. It might even be a best-selling story.

Gunnar mused with a pensive expression masking his rugged features. "It could be someone in competition with them," I pointed out which had Jericho and Gunnar both peering down at me with raised brows, "I've been on the force long enough to know that if a gang goes down it's generally another gang orchestrating its downfall. Maybe there's someone new coming up and they're trying to get rid of one competitor at a time." "In this case, maybe they're trying to get rid of two birds. That book might have records of the dealings between the mafioso and dad and me. Whoever this is is also probably hoping we're so distracted by this that we won't notice him trying to fuck with us."

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. “Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess” With a book in my hand, I walked back to Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.