Best Mobster Books Novels & Stories

Alessia slid into the plush leather seat, her heart racing. As the car pulled away from the curb, Alessia's mind whirled with conflicting thoughts. What am I doing? she wondered, her fingers nervously smoothing the fabric of her dress. This isn't just some wealthy businessman. This is the Bratva. The Russian mafia. The realization sent a chill down her spine. She'd heard whispers about the Bratva's activities in the city - extortion, drug dealing, even human trafficking. And now she was willingly walking into their world.

"I was always looking for a way out of all the strict rules and guidelines and that formed a rebellious side of me by the time I was seven. I was adopted by a beautiful young couple who had just gotten married when I was four and so were my brother and sister. Life was good as my adopted father, Charles Harrison, knows about the mafia and hands his business down to Chrissy and I and we use the mafia through the titles. He was also a former White Collar Agent." "White Collar?" Henry almost choked "The street name for the FBI?" "Yep." I grinned "He quit but Chrissy and I picked up a few things and won't mind helping if we can. In return they don't hurt us. l kept up with my training but it soo

"What's that book there?" "Study," she closes the book and hands it to me. "I got it for you." I can't help myself, I end up falling in laughter when I see the title: "The Rise of the Rutherian Mafia: a detailed analysis of the arrival of the first self-declared mafia bosses in the early 20th century. What the fuck is this crap here?" "Luther Sussanto was an influential historian in the 80s and 90s. He's the one who wrote this book. You don't know him, but he's well known and even the subject of study, because Luther Sussanto was a close friend of my grandfather."

' You'll soon know who she belongs to. " Good morning, sir. " Gabby said and rested his laptop on the table. " Morning, " He nodded and picked up the laptop, and placed it on his lap. " Anything new. " He asked, moving his fingers on the laptop. " Yes, sir. Italian mobsters are visiting next week. " Gabby said.

It seems that I couldn't get her out of my mind at all. "I will find you Miss unknown." I mumbled but the next second I was distracted by call. It's time to focus on my work. ___ I put back the lingerie in my pocket and stormed out of my suite. Black roll Royce cars were lined up outside with men in black, waiting for me. Their Boss , Caspar Mcadam, the money laundering Mafia King. The god of the American underworld. I'm the symbol of danger, blood and death...no human being in their sanity would like to cross their paths with me... I'm ruthless man with no mercy feelings.

He carried himself like an unhinged, bloodthirsty animal driven by nothing but chaos and bloodlust but the few times I interacted with him one on one, it was obvious that he was smarter than he let people see. Among her other admirers were Jason Drakatos; godfather of the greek mafia, Enzo Gonzalez; capo dei Capi of the Columbian cartel, and Chrisos Dos Santos, important head of the diamond smuggling syndicate, just to mention a few, each powerful in their own way.

he gestured broadly, "this is how you repay me? By making a mockery of me in front of one of my most esteemed associates? Have you lost your mind, boy?!" I'm getting serious Henry Luciano vibes here, Buffy thought, grinning. You know, like a tough mafia boss. Damn, Daddy! Who's Henry Luciano? "Luciano" by taintedkissesxo. It's a mafia book about one of the most feared men in the world, she explained. I highly recommend it as your next W*****d read. I almost burst out laughing at that moment.

This Eros was more like the god of demise, which would be of mine. My phone chimed, and I pulled it out of my shorts, thinking it was Ara or Mama, since they were the only ones who texted me early in the morning. But my eyes widened at the headline flashing on my notification bar. Isobel Rossi, the woman who has made nincompoops of two capos. Underground writer’s post about our capo’s wife couldn’t have been good. Did this writer ever post anything that was not a scandal? Probably not. Sometimes the things that we see in the faces of the Mafiosos are not what the truth really is. But do you know what’s knottier than their masked emotions? Their established relationships.

His hand slid down to rest over my stomach, protective and possessive. “I’m never letting any of you go,” he whispered against my lips. “We’re getting out of this city. Starting over. A real family.” The elevator doors opened to the underground garage. And waiting for us were six armed men in suits I didn’t recognize. Their leader stepped forward, smiling coldly. “Mr. Bellini. Miss Russo. We represent the European Commission’s organized crime task force. You’re all under arrest for multiple counts of murder, racketeering, and child endangerment.”

I'm familiar with most gangsters, so just in case. ''He had long hair, an ugly scarred face, and rough tattooed hands. Oh, and he was dressed in traditional robes.'' ''Oh, that's...'' Nikolai recognized the gangster right away after hearing the description. Yes, he was sure...it was none other than Hester Roswell's biggest rival; Satoru Miyamoto. He was an Alpha gangster in his early 60s and was famous for his drugs.