Best Mobster Books Novels & Stories

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

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.

“Have you heard of the old saying, enemy’s enemy is our best friend?” This time the PA laughed with his boss but his laughter died soon. “I heard Anthony Rodriguez is the most dangerous mobster of the underworld with innumerable killings and illegal businesses in his name. Yet there is not a single case filed against him. The government and the law is at his service. Cops are his watch dogs. So far it is heard nobody could win over him. He is an unbeatable, mighty and very powerful gang leader.”

“The Corral is a Morfil spot. Nolan’s got a meeting with them.” I scowl as I hit the gas to zoom past an elderly lady who’s driving in the wrong lane on the highway. Drivers who can’t handle multilane roads really get under my skin. Seriously, just stay home or take another route. Get out of my way! “What’s The Corral?” It wasn’t mentioned in the file, but from what I know, the De Luca and Morfils aren’t exactly best buds. “An underground fight ring.” “Is Nolan trying to stir things up with them?” Maybe I’ve got it all wrong, and Nolan actually gets along with the Morfils. The crime scene in Sicily is like a tangled web of connections and old feuds. There’s still so much I need to figure out

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It's my favorite view, even better than seeing it from stories above in one of the high-rises. When I decide I've faked it long enough, I smack my lips and answer. "I'm not sure, but he didn't speak Russian and one time I read this book by Jenn Frederick with a hitman and he didn't remind me of that character." "He doesn't remind you of a character in a book you read?" "No." "The Russian mob doesn't walk around speaking Russian. They've been in the US for centuries. They are as American as you and me. It doesn't make them any less dangerous."

“The great Marco Vallardi eats street tacos?” He shrugged, looking more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. “Best tacos in New York,” he said, ordering two with a familiarity that caught me off guard. For a moment, he wasn’t the mafia boss—the man who had fired a gun in a warehouse hours ago. He was just Marco, with an easy smile and a casual posture, as if the weight of his world didn’t exist. We sat at a folding table beside the cart, under a flickering streetlamp. He slid a taco toward me, and when our fingers brushed, the contact sparked something in my chest.

"Is that so? Tell me, Claire. Have you had an encounter with a mafia boss before?" "Well..." She shrugged. "Not really. But I've read books." I frowned. "Books?" She peeked at me from under her lashes and sighed. "I know it sounds stupid, but believe me, I've read a lot of books about mafia dons. And trust me, you don't look like one. No offense." "None taken." I chuckled. "But tell me, how do they look in the books you read?" She fiddled with her hands for a moment before answering. "Well, they're mostly Italian or Russian. They're dark and mysterious. They're always with a gun. They have several women..."

It is time. Yes, it is time. What she had been expecting had finally come. Why does Alessia want The Black Book? The legendary Black Book contains the past histories of each leader of the powerful Mafia families — The Dante's who were in charge of hard drugs, the Russo's who were in charge of assassinations, the Fernandez's who were in charge of illegal oil business and the Santini’s who were in charge of assassinations too. Only with the help of The Black Book would she be able to achieve her aim. Her goal is to utilize the secrets in the Black Book to protect her growing family and play the other mafia families dirty.

He was charming in a lethal wayb and every word he said made it harder to maintain the armor I’d built. The dinner went for hours. His associates exchanged stories about drug shipments and bodies dumped in canals like they were trading stock tips. I sipped water and listened. Every detail was ammunition. Every smile from Nikolai was a taunt. He had no idea I was the pin under the elephant's foot. Eventually the night advanced and everyone was starting to leave until I was left alone with him. He leaned back and stretched as if he hadn’t just spent hours surrounded by monsters. I tried to imagine the kind of man he would have been if he hadn't become a criminal but I came out blank. A crimina