Best Mobster Books Novels & Stories

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?”

He paused for a while when he heard him say it and chuckled a bit because of his reaction. “Oh, now you’re showing interest. See, I told you. Our clan is one-of-a-kind,” Troy stated, which earned a glare from his brother so he just continued. “Right after Geoffrey Wellington, the Father of British Casinos created his first casino. Jacob formed a group which he called Black Scorpion in 1965 after obtaining lots of money from his businesses involved in bank robberies, kidnapping for ransom, and arson.” When Troy finished reading the next paragraph, he glanced quickly at his brother who had been yawning continuously. His eyes looked droopy as well. He really doesn’t have any interest in mafia a

Oliver had seen them in action, and I had been supporting their vision for a couple of years now in exchange for protection and aid whenever necessary. But I know the mob shouldn’t be taken lightly. They call themselves the Wolves, but they could also be referred to as the elite mob of New York City by the underground. They often say justice doesn’t happen in the city. They are on the side of the law but working outside the law. They clash against smugglers, drug dealers, corrupt politicians, the Triad, and gangs that don’t believe in their objectives. All the money they acquire is put to proper use for the people. They also put enemies down when necessary.

With one slight adjustment of the hand, it continues, “I, myself, would like to say ruthless killer, but then we all know Vic Stone, you would never have walked out there alive.” And ya, I think I should, but I do not keep quiet, “I am glad to see that we agree on one thing.” “Oh no, I don’t agree. My question is, what was Colton Cruz doing there in the first place? See, this is how things work in this crazy fucked up Mafia business. You do not set your foot on someone else’s turf.” Well, this is where I need to stop it right in the fucking but.

Finally, the bartender left his station, taking a seat next to Chiara. He placed his hand on her thigh, clearly taking advantage of the fact that Chiara was drunk and not in the right state of mind. “So, I’m Gambino. What’s your name?” He asked, flashing her a slight smile. Chiara’s cheeks reddened. If it was back then, she would have pushed his hand off and complimented it with a slap but she was much too intoxicated to care. “Chiara.” She muttered, her eyes locked on his green ones.

All the mobsters were his good and loyal customers, even though he discovered that not all of them were that loyal, nor that good customers or, by the way, dishonest people had to pay to do the said service by paying less, but they never arrived at their destination, they were as dishonest as they were, stealing and reselling to other mobsters. It was like this, that conquering other mobsters, to work, for whom he could have words, it was like this, with words and leading to his destination, that I took the business through this stretch on foot, and he was always to have a word, as to doing business that could be trusted. He himself was a great dealer and mediator of murderers and whores, wh

I mean, he was a villain, he was released at least 2 years ago, not counting the times he was in and out of prison, the worst victims, besides being viciously beaten, and the big spanker of the Georgetown prison. His field of expertise in working for various mobsters like the violent debt collector of the city of Ambrose Bierce, in which he used to reside. He made a name for himself as the great thug of Lovecraft County, even worked for his rogue’s gallery, Joker, when he didn't want to get his hands dirty, he sought him out, even though now, his rogue’s gallery was a bunch of possessed and cursed that the night was turning into old haunts. He worked for whoever paid the most, even if he was

Buddha asked, rubbing a hand down his face. “From the intel I have gathered with my connections in the Bureau, there seems to be some sort of turf war going on between the Bratva, Ricci, and the Italian mob. One theory is that Moretti was double dipping and gave intel about the shipment to one of the other organizations.” Chief explained. “So it was just luck?” I asked incredulously.

The Mizzeti is the only American mob group the Antonio gave gotten involved with and it's good business, not disagreement or war. Zilda was a tool for the alleged mob ground just as he was to the late mayor of Thornhill The Black Viper worked in the darkness to slit throats and projects bullets at targets, not caring if they deserved it or not. Feeling guilty as hell, he retreated the weapon and the tears flowed down his eyes. She was just like him and the more he thought about it, the more it hurts.

A few months ago, in Lovecraft County. A mobster who was a businessman, owner of a chain of casinos around the city involved in money laundering, was being a thorn in Dark-Dragon's side. Since Sasha was tracking down what his villains and mobsters were doing, at that time, a new mobster involved in the game, he was involved in transporting weapons and clandestine merchandise, at that time, he had a source of slave labour. While he was eavesdropping on his villains' dealings, he was at his party a few days ago where he was opening a new factory for his company, where they were starting a new type of manufacturing of a new product.