Novel & Cerita Best Mobster Books

“I'm not your bodyguard.” “You're not,” he said as he tucked a gun into his holster. “You're my boyfriend.” My brain stalled. “Excuse me?” Finally, he turned toward me with a smirk tugging at his lips, like he had been waiting for my reaction. “You heard me. Sit down with the De Luca crew. They are old school, and they respect power plays. A man bringing his lover to the table makes a statement.” I stared at him. “The statement being what? You are unprofessional? That you mix business with pleasure…”

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

Theo was visibly panicking despite the fact that he didn't go through Adams; he knew what the old man was capable of. “I don't know what am supposed to think right now Theo but trust me am as confused as you I can't seem to figure out what's going on” Eric confided, he understands that everyone looks up to him to be safe because they see him as the most deadly Mafia lord in New York, well that was because he was able to take down his master but right now he wasn't so sure. The both were silent for a minute, they were just racking through their minds to find a strong strategy to make this enemy come to them.

“Now, Diablo Romano is no hero. He’s the kind of man mothers warn their daughters about.” He taps the photo again, each tap harder than the last. “The Rossi Cartel, April. You know what that is, don’t you?” “The mafia,” I say quietly. “There you go. Mob equals bad, sweetheart, very bad. People in the mob end up like these poor souls. Your white knight there? He’s mob too. Did he mention that while he was whispering sweet nothings to you? Or do you just have a thing for mobsters?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

she says with a chuckle, before scribbling another list. Mafia/Crime Lord: Mafia Boss Drug Lord Smuggler Cartel Leader Money Launderer I laugh. “Yeah, definitely keeping the first four, but money launderer sounds too... boring for a dark romance. Where’s the thrill?” Jenni nods in agreement and starts on another list. I watch as she meticulously writes out the next category. Obsessive Lover: Bodyguard Psychiatrist or Therapist Business Tycoon with control issues Ex-Military or Mercenary

Tuscany, Italy. At a grand villa in a secretly hidden chamber, the heavy scent of expensive cigars filled the air. The light was dimmed, spilling from antique chandeliers, and the walls were lined with books and oil paintings. Men in dark suits sat stiffly on the long mahogany table at the centre of the room. Crystal glasses filled with whiskey rested in front of them, but nobody dared to take a sip. This was no ordinary meeting, it was the annual gathering of the most powerful European mafia leaders, held within the fortified estate of Mr Sergei Volkov, once the king of the underground empire.

After they left the brothel in front of the apartment, he had a security order in what is believed to be the residence of someone who was trying to commit a crime in one of Lord vilante's businesses. In addition to being a mob leader, he also owned a large company that specialized in culinary business, a business that he had set up to cover up his true black business. A few days ago someone came to work at the company and stole the company's money in large quantities, and within days of that incident there was also a group of people who had taken the sharp weapons that Lord vilante had bought from overseas. Investigation turned out that the two men were on the same team. Furious Lord vilante

How did I end up here? From keeping the side of a dangerous mafia lord for three years, to work for a mafia boss as a prey. I wanted to step back, to run, to vanish back into the safety of the world I knew. Victor, the calm, collected man before me—was the same man who had almost killed me once, yet now he spoke as if nothing had happened. And he wasn’t even mentioning Adrian. Not once. Only work. Like we didn't have a history. “Are you in?” he interrupted. His tone left no room for hesitation. Sharp. Precise. Almost terrifyingly calm.

Not for anyone. A sweaty guy slammed into my shoulder, nearly knocking me over. "Watch it," he grunted, the stench of tobacco and sweat rolling off him. I gripped my bag, my knuckles white. I hated this place. This was where George had cornered me months ago, offering to pay me to be his mistress. He’d made me feel like a piece of meat. George was always here, despite being the richest man in the zip code. I never understood why a man with his bank account spent so much time in a hole like this.