Best Mobster Books Novels & Stories

Being a Marine came with cash and I’d invested plenty of cash in crypto that I didn’t need a job. I had this job because like my colleagues, putting down the gun forever didn’t work well with us. All we knew was violence and we sure as hell needed violence to cure all the freaking shit, we saw at downrange. “I’ll fucking kill you before Bryant Knox gets to her” Bryant Knox? Mob boss. Worse than dead Giovanni Vincenzo mob boss. The fucker was impenetrable. Filthy rich that he owned every illegal business you could think of.

“I’ve been reading. In lockup, they had a library. Found some books mafia romances, the kind with anti heroes and redemption arcs. Guys like me charming, reckless, broken who claw their way back because someone believed they could.” He gave a wry smile. “Never thought I’d relate to fictional mobsters. But… there’s this one pattern. The worst ones the ones who betray everyone only change when they lose the one person they can’t live without. For me that was you. Not money, not power. Just you still looking at me like I wasn’t trash.” Aiden swallowed hard. “You’re not trash. You were lost. There’s a difference.”

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.

If your best friend and best crime partner was killed. Catalina switched off the tv and rose from the torn out chair. In the pitch darkness, she smiled thinking about meeting him. It was close . She would be successful, she wanted to be under his name. For the world, he was the perfect businessman. The youngsters worshipped him like a God, for them he was role model. But for her , he was " The Pakhan " . The face of dark world. Murder, Kidnapping, Trafficking and what more. He was the king of all. His cold stare could make a grown man piss.

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

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.

Redoing a summary of my life I realize that there is no happier moment than this one, meeting Amy again was like having back a little piece of me that had been ripped off. My desire was to stay there glued to her the whole time but my duty called me, I reluctantly moved away from her and spent the whole morning trapped in the office with Aníbal and two of my security guards. ___"" Do you really think it will work? ___" I'm sure anibal was 15 years of legacy, every mobster around italy and the world knows and fears el diablo, they won't deny me support so easily, people from the south will support us you bet book a dinner with di Paolo

His skin is unexpectedly smooth. “The flower shop?!” I exclaim. Alex grins from ear to ear. I should have guessed! That is not a very common name around here: “I Fiori di Vittorio” the front for Vittorio Ricci’s dirty mafia gang. They have flower shops all over town and in other parts of the country too, which probably cover all of their illegal operations. Those employees in suits are not florists, they are mobsters! I’ll never set a foot in those shops ever again.

She showed me books about Corey and his family, literally starting from the first edition to the last book and what shocked me wasn't the fact that Corey's parents weren't always mafia, they had a decent job and made an honest living, something happened that caused them to change and their lifestyle made them and Corey accept a life of crimes. Being Mafia lords and ladies, the last Mafia lady before Corey died and Corey stands to take the olden gem of the last Mafia lady, that gem doesn't just signify the next heir, it provides royalty and compels the other families to bow down and worship the supreme lord, which is Corey.

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?”