Books About Italian Mafia Novels & Stories

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. “Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess” With a book in my hand, I walked back to Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

Before we had the chance to enter I tug on her hand to get her to stop with me. "What is it, why did we stop?" "Do you think our moms knew about this all along?" "I think they do." I spent most of the day thinking about my conversation this morning with my cousin. It was still a bit difficult to believe, my dad is such a good person. How could he have been the leader of a Mafia? That too is one of the largest ones in Italy and Russia. After doing my research I learned that they were responsible for a lot of murders, drugs, and gun smuggling, and the one that terrified me the most was trafficking girls

"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..."

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."

With a headline that read, 'ITALY'S MOST DREADED CAPO' No fucking way. Jason became a Mafia? THE END. This is the end of Hara and Ryder's story. Book 2 will be out soon and its title is - ONCE A BETA, NOW A MAFIA. We get to see a world where Jason is the boss. * Thank you so much to my wonderful readers for coming through for me. Thank you so much for your comments that never cease to put a smile on my face. Thank you so much for sticking with me.

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

Working for a Mafia (Revenge was her DNA until she met him) By Nwabueze Ify Preçious Authoress Prechy PROLOGUE Miranda is a young girl living with her parents in a peaceful community not untill everything changed . Their town was raided by evil money bags and everyone was killed . . But she managed to escape after everyone in her small town were killed or so she thought. And then she swore to.have her revenge and kill those killers down to their generations

He asks when tons of questions keep stabbing him from inside. “Yes, I am.” “How dare you enter my house?” His presence billows Jacob’s heart from the inside, but he tries to stay calm. Henry’s gaze has trailed all over the house, that is reflecting the wish of seeing someone in particular. The living room is the same as before; nothing has changed at all. The color of the walls, the decoration of the living room, the cozy, comfortable couch with the pillows printed with the art of two little boys—everything is the same as before, just the pattern of the relationship has been changed brutally. Controlling all the emotions that have been raised a while ago, his gaze falls on Jacob. “Calm down,

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

What would The Bishop of New York need with Kieran’s small birthright of Hell’s Kitchen? The Italians left cocaine smuggling to them while they dealt in heroin. That was the agreement he and Luca Andretti came to in order to keep the peace. As for arms dealing, Kieran was the only one who dealt with the shipments. He didn’t trust anyone to do it, not even his closest siblings. “Kieran,” Danielle walked up behind him, anger in her voice. She was a short, slim built woman who had a penchant for violence. Her long blonde hair whipped behind her as she walked up to him.