Novel & Cerita Best Organized Crime Books

He needed to tell her in person. El Patrón, Lucifer, and the club were preparing for war. The French mafia, headed by his old enemy was the same foe Cerdic and his fellow lords were hunting down when they learned the fucker was the leader of the human trafficking mob in Paris, also part of the group of lords answerable for the disappearance of children in London before the Viscountess' kidnapping. They couldn't do much since they do not have the face and the name of the leader but Otis sang a merry tune. Now, they have the information they needed to track the motherfucker down.

We’d killed more than ten men in just one week, and even after torturing them, no one gave out the name I was looking for. The mastermind behind all this mess. “It must be someone from the Russian mafia,” Lorenzo sighed, exhaustion evident in his voice. “They’re the only ones capable of bribing Roberto over to their side. They have the money and the resources to get him over to their side.” Lorenzo was right. The Italian mafia was the most powerful organization in the world of crime. The only other group that came close were the Russian Bratva, our rivals for years now. Slipping a white handkerchief from my pocket, I wiped my bloodied hands, but it was of no use. I was only smearing the thic

She had a very valid point. "Don't worry about that. When the time comes, I'll give you a crash course on the history of the organizations operating in this country. But as a direct summary, I can tell you that the Cosa Nostra was led for years by a man who was committing what we consider hellish crimes. This man was at war with one of the Camorra clans, an ally, which made us enemies for many years. But then the whole truth about this idiotic boss and who should really take over the organization came out..." "Okay, you just confused me even more."

Thinking about Olivia stopped being Dakota’s full-time job ever since she got out of juvenile detention center—it only became a part-time job now as she had plenty of things to handle for her gang. A week had passed since the green-haired woman saw the blonde though she did not really notice it because of how busy she had been in handling her businesses. One of the members of her gang ending up as a traitor in exchange of money made them busier than ever as they had to trace every person that he had been in contact with in case he spilled the information about their drug business to people other than the boss of Blood Trouble, which was the second most powerful gang in Flyve City and Dead So

“Open it.” My fingers hovered for a second before I flipped it open. It had photos. Dates. Locations. Names. My brows pulled together. “You log movements,” Victor said after a beat. “You note the patterns too.” “These are people who owe us—and think they can disappear.” “Some are forming a gang, so you learn who meets who, when, and why. For now.” My grip on the file tightened. I flipped to the next page and froze. The name and the picture were too familiar. What was his name doing here?

my father said, back in those first days when I was learning how to live in my new world, “there’s nobody I trust more than him. He’s done a lot of work for me, and if anybody so much as lays a hand on you, they will lose that hand. And that’s if they’re lucky.” I didn’t ask him exactly what that meant or how he could be so sure. I didn’t need to. I didn’t want to, either. Posey takes over as usual, and I’m happy to let her do it. “I’ve been pulling up articles about the current state of organized crime and how money laundering schemes affect even regular, everyday people. Like there was that one chain of stores that exploded in a million different locations and had all these employees and e

Thе guу has a rap sheet that gоеѕ bасk dесаdеѕ, but nо оnе’ѕ еvеn gоttеn сlоѕе. Orgаnіzеd crime іn Nеw York City іѕ bооmіng, аnd I саn еаѕіlу іmаgіnе thе bаrrіеrѕ this Lее bunсh hаѕ рut up tо ѕtор mу predecessors.

He underestimated me. “I have information that will interest you boss.” He quickly said. He must’ve noticed my hand lingering on the gun beside me. “What makes you think I want to listen to you?” I raised my eyebrow. “Everyone in the underground is talking about it. A book.” He takes a deep breath, “There’s a book that has all the secrets of all the gangs in the city. Even that of El Alma.” The mere mention of the top mafia group in Chicago grabs my attention. Even though it was mostly non-existent and hidden, El Alma remained the biggest mafia group to ever exist. It’s been around since my father was still a boy.

The cocaine's numbing effects had worn off, allowing the sting of pain and humiliation to resurface. He rose from the sofa and walked over to his study table, where an old, worn book lay waiting. As he opened its yellowed pages, a flood of memories came over him. The book was a relic from his early days, when he was still learning the intricacies of his family's mafia involvement. Antonio flipped the pages, taking in the familiar scribbles and notes he had jotted down years ago. The words "Cosa Nostra" stood out, as it reminded him of his family's roots in the Sicilian mafia.

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.