Best Mobster Books 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."

Tony was about to take the order but Taya was faster and served a bottle of corona along with the glass in a matter of seconds. "Thank you." She said lowly, as she looked up at the man and their gazes collided. Taya heart skipped a bit as her breath was stuck in her lungs. "You are welcome." The man stared back at Taya before he added, "Danger's everywhere." Taking out a pack of cigars and lighter, putting them on the counter. "Yes." Taya was like hypnotized by the man's utterance. "Never rely on anyone. You should have defended yourself. Not even your co worker would survive a fight against a useless cockroach." He took a swig right from the bottle.

I sip on my cappuccino as I arrange the files I will be attending today when Hugo enters my office. “Glad to see you back, Boss.”he says and I nod. How's the plan getting along?” I inquire. Just because I strayed away momentarily doesn't mean I am not dealing with that bastard Hunter Gambino. Now more than ever, I am going to destroy him. I am going to let Harriet and Javier know that no one fucks around with me and lives to tell the tale. I have been too soft lately caring about the welfare of my men and forgetting that blood is what makes them who they are. We are mobsters, we live for blood, we breathe blood and if shove comes to push, we bathe in the same blood.

Maximillian smirked at Legis informing him about a man who had guts to disagreed on his term about the money laundering that involves disguising financial assets so they can be used without detection of the illegal activity that produced them. "That bastard, who the fuck is he to whine on my fucking terms. How greedy of him, burn that fucking restaurant he had if he doesn't want my terms. And find another place that can process the money for legal disguise for our drugs profits without noticing of the authority." Maximillian giving orders. "I'll assign that task to Lewis and Baker, how about Mr. Sanchez? What do you want to do to him?" "Kill him." Maximillian bluntly answers Legis as he goes

"Let’s welcome our brother who’s been lost to the snare of Lilith, a woman filled with deception—the temptress herself." Dontrell rolled his eyes but didn’t acknowledge my jab. Instead, he strode toward the left corner of the rooftop, where a round glass table sat, its hard-styled décor sharp and imposing. Five sleek chairs surrounded it. Beside it stood a life-sized bronze statue of Vito Genovese, a 20th-century mafia boss who ruled the Genovese crime family with absolute control—like a puppet master.

He chewed on them as if I had fed him cockroaches, his face contorted with unease, "And what are you going to do about him if it's him?" I gave him an annoyed look, "First of all, I'm not afraid of him in the least. He's a killer, a murderer, a mob boss, so what? I've grown up with killers and mobsters. I have Scott Mancini in my corner; you may have only seen Scott's goofy side, but trust me, you don't want to see him when he loses his shit. That man turns into a hulk. I have Marco Costello, Alessandro Costello, Stefano Fabbri in my corner, and this is before I even start throwing around some more serious names."

"I want Russos, Blankenship, and Moss in body bags by dawn. You think I care about the money? I want their blood." The burner phone vibrated. Jane picked it up. "Talk." "Three marks. Russos, Blankenship, Moss." "A mobster, a politician, and a cop?" Jane let out a cold, sharp laugh. "That’s a heavy list. Five million. Wired now, or find someone else." Ten seconds later, the confirmation flashed. Jane didn't finish her coffee. She grabbed her bag and stepped into the dark. Time to earn the paycheck. The federal safehouse went pitch black.

I needed Gavril, just like Ilsa needed Roman. I found a study that smelled like Roman’s cologne, and my heart twisted as it looked eerily familiar to Gavril’s. The moonlight streaming through the French doors gave me enough light to start rummaging through the drawers, attempting to find anything that would give me a way to contact my husband. After a few minutes, I came across a slim black book, surprised when I opened it up to find numerous well-known Mafia and crime bosses around LA. I had just found the ultimate little black book!

If so I need to get the girls away from them as quickly and humanely as possible. They're not good guys though they may seem it on the outside inside they don't give a shit about anyone but themselves ever since Maulvey’s sister committed suicide they became the most deadly drug dealer assassin and I feel that a storm is coming and the worst one in history one that can cause a war between the mafia and the drug lords. There has already been some ruckus about Dreads death and if they are blaming either of these two girls as well as the Greens they will take their ultimate revenge and it won't be pretty.

Being gangsters, these people should have expected to be killed, but at whose hands. And these gangsters are not good birds. Real gangsters aren't as elegant as Marlon Brando's Godfather movies. The real American mob is a bunch of murderous, cannibalistic, bone-spitting bastards. Finally, the old black did not escape Li Jie's chase, Li Jie caught up with him from his position in the heart of the direct blast out of a punch. A blow with internal force to the common man is completely irresistible. Old black