Best Organized Crime Books Novels & Stories

Ranging from small-scale mafia to international cross-country mafia, they must know ElWagner’s strength even though they have never seen him in person. ElWagner is led by 8 secret leaders and Lucas is one of the eight leaders—a mobster who manages underground trade routes. Smuggling weapons, drugs, and even dealing with political power. One of the biggest projects ElWagner undertook was destroying the Russian government a few years ago—taking control of them and controlling their political positions.

he started once we all had seats and drinks, "but now the Cartel is starting to edge in on our territory and meddle in our affairs." Desmier smirked. "Starting to edge in?" he retorted. I shook my head. "The Ortez Cartel has always been there in the background, wanting what's not theirs." Many crime organizations fought for the top spot in New York. The Italian Mafia. Other rival Bratva families, like the Aslanovs. The Cartel. Even MC gangs tried to slip in and have a piece of the power.

In the wrong hands, they could weaken even an Alpha, or render an entire pack completely defenseless. "They're making a fortune," the rogue continued. "Bigger than any legitimate business." Henry looked visibly sick. "This isn't just smuggling." "No," I folded the map carefully, stashing it away. "This is organized crime." The rogue nodded. "And whoever runs it has powerful allies." A loud crash echoed from outside, followed by several voices. "They're here," the rogue whispered, panic lacing his tone. Henry moved to the doorway and peeked outside, his face darkening. "We've got company."

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.

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

"Not just young girls, Rafael. The best. The most beautiful. The most talented. And we'll make a fortune doing it." Eva felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Well, Lorenzo, fine," Rafael said, and she looked at him surprised. All these things were making Eva very uncomfortable. She used to be a reporter and used to expose such people, but today she is the wife of a mafia leader. There was a strange restlessness in her heart.

And most women on the run, lying low, flying under the radar didn’t have those kinds of connections. My fingers drummed the desktop. Pondering. Connections like that usually weren’t a sign of anything good. No, more often than not, they meant one thing: organized crime. My head spun. Could it be … In my line of work, coincidences were so rarely that. Nothing was simple—and yet, most things were far simpler than they seemed. It couldn’t hurt to try, in any case. I had nothing to lose. I set my fingers atop the keys once more. Typed.

Just dust and paper. I step inside anyway and shut the door behind me. I want the silence. I run my fingers along the mahogany edge of the desk, then move to the shelves. The books are a mess. Some have cracked spines, while others look brand new, like they were bought just to fill the space. I didn't think Jaydon was the type to read for pleasure. He seems too clinical, too driven by numbers and power. I reach out and pull a random volume from the middle shelf. The weight of it is heavy in my hand. I turn it over to see the cover, and my jaw drops.

“As in the mafia?” Lorenzo met her eyes without flinching. "Yes," he said. "The same Salvatore who owns half of Brooklyn Town. We rule with power and we’re feared for a reason." A chill ran down her spine. She wasn’t sure if it was fear… or the thrill of knowing she stood so close to a man like him. “You’re not joking?” she asked again. “I’m not joking.” There was no lie in his eyes. This man is the famous Lorenzo Salvatore.

I grinned, letting my hand out for him to shake. He nodded in agreement, and shook my hand. I’d sold ten children today. I knew that my partner in the mafia, Damon, had told me he was against human trafficking, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was a heartless prick. I’d do anything for money. And right now… Money was all I cared about. I needed lots of it, in order to take over Damon’s position in the business. Damon was just a means to an end. As soon as I’d learnt all the strategies off him and explained them to the Juarez cartel, we were going to take Damon out.