Best True Mafia Books Novels & Stories

“And the food? Incredible. Ivan wasn’t exaggerating.” I laughed. “Wait until you see the boutiques. There’s this one street I love. Designer pieces but with real soul.” We talked easily about everything. Her life in New York, her work in marketing, how she and Ivan had connected so quickly despite the distance. I shared bits of my own story, careful not to reveal too much of the darker parts. It felt refreshing to have another woman to talk to, someone outside the mafia world who saw me simply as Alessia. We had just finished our main course when a familiar voice cut through the peaceful atmosphere.

“We run together. No more sacrifices, Matteo. Not after everything we’ve survived.” He glanced back at me, and for a split second the ruthless mafia heir vanished. In his place was the man who had claimed me body and soul — the one who had whispered love against my skin in the middle of gunfire and chaos. His expression softened with raw emotion. “I love you, Alexandria. More than I ever thought possible. Those boys… they’re ours. No matter what this bastard says.”

I gestured vaguely. "A war room?" Dante suggested. "Yes." "That's accurate." I moved closer to the boards. Some of the photographs showed unfamiliar men. Others showed buildings warehouses, docks, clubs. A few had red marks drawn over them. "What are these?" I asked quietly. "Problems." That was such a Dante answer. I turned toward him. "You deal with problems like this every day?" "Yes." "And people still think joining the mafia is glamorous," I muttered. His gaze sharpened slightly. "No one joins this world because it's glamorous."

Taking a deep breath, she braces herself and opens the thick envelope left behind by her mother. Page after page, note after note, and Devyn realised that she didn’t know who her mother was at all. Eden Devynne was a popular blues and jazz singer in the 80s, mostly popular within the Italian underworld. She rubbed shoulders with the Cosa Nostra as if they were her family as well and was respected in the circles. No man touched her because she was the mistress of Luca Bianchi, the mob boss and Capo of the Chicago Outfit. But from what she has read, the Outfit had been destroyed by the Russians a few years ago. There were no heirs left, except for Devyn.

Europe. For most of the young people in that crowded neighborhood, the quest for the American dream took the form of illegal gambling, bootlegging and bootlegging. The East Side, therefore, The Mob Girl 16 became a haven for bandits and, ultimately, the birthplace of the Mafia, both Italian and Jewish. During the 1930s and 1940s, Arlyne's father made his fortune through scams, but his main desire was to have his two daughters respected. The youngest opted for a life of righteousness. In her position as older sister, Arlyne had the opportunity to do the same, but declined and preferred to follow the example of her maternal grandmother, owner of a funeral home in the neighborhood and a woman

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

Since I have become his human diary, I know everything that there is to know about Arrigo. Leonardo has enjoyed the success and benefits that have come with being the first cousin of the Leonardo Mafia don. The Leonardo Mafia is the most notorious mafia in the whole of Italy and the world. They run the biggest drug trade operation, weapon trade and sex ring. They are what we have been taught to believe about mafia’s: ruthless. They bribe world leaders with millions in cash and kill spies who dare get too close.

Adriano's P . O . V Second chances are usually always hard to come by and only a fool would find one right in front of him and let it go and I, Adriano Moretti am no fool at all that was why I grabbed my second chance right when it came to me. I find it unbelievably funny how kids from all over wish to be part of a Mafia group because all they perceive it to be is a gang of well dressed men who get whatever they want whenever they want and in actuality, it's not always like that.

I didn’t want to call him for backup, but he was the only agent who would defy the rules to get to me in time. Now was the best time to retire, hand in my letter and leave the agency, then come up years later as a special investigator in the private sector. My phone chimed and the short text killed my dreams. Zaverio wanted to meet with me to discuss something important. He never called or sent long messages, anything he wanted to say was in person or nothing. He had also never checked me for tapes or asked if I ever recorded any of our conversations. These questions never came up because Zaverio was a secure man who didn’t need me to bring him down. The news of Alan Spinoza was the biggest

"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..."