Books About Italian Mafia Novels & Stories

And death is something I’ve always been intimately familiar with. “Yeah.” I nodded, smoothing the fabric of my top. “I’ll tell them about the party we’ll hold to become one.” Ace stepped closer, expression turning serious in that way only he could do—where a single shift in his eyes made the entire room feel heavier. “Italian-American mafia,” he said. “Do you realize we’ll be the most powerful mafia in the entire world? We’ll have tons of enemies, and I already have many enemies. We’ll be in constant danger… You sure you wanna do this, amore?”

“Hope you like Italian.” Lucia leaned on the counter, watching him move with surprising ease. He washed his hands, chopped vegetables, and tossed ingredients into a heated pan. The aroma of garlic and butter began to fill the kitchen. Mafia men were supposed to be brutal and distant. Lorenzo was nothing like that for a man like Lorenzo Salvatore, it was the opposite or his only pretending for today. “I lived in Rome for five years,” he said, catching her watching again. “Learned from the best.”

I ask him, he had every single book around here, all genres and all kinds. "I like mafia books, want to read this one?" he ask picking one for the two of us, I nodded, taking the book from him, it's called "Monster in his eyes". "Let's begin my little mafia," I say with a smile, I took a seat o the sofa, allowing him to sit next to me, he had his legs laying over my lap, while I read the story about the mafia, about how the boss fell in love with the girl. "The Vitale are asses!" Eliot says, making me roll my eyes, sure, I love a mafia story, but reading about humans who are such a badass as Eliot put it, only made me feel pissed.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Alessandro "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 Alessandro’s seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

***** POWER AND TEMPTATION MAFIA SERIES( romance/erotic/betrayal)************ - BOOK 1 ITALIAN MAFIA -ITALIAN MAFIA 2/ SHES'S STILL MINE ************INDIVIDUAL STORIES************* - FEARLESS LUNA (WEREWOLF SEXY ROMANCE STORY) ***************A****N KINDLE / KINDLE UNLIMITED************************** - IVANOV, RUSSIAN MAFIA -FEARLESS LUNA T H A N K Y O U L A R A S O U L T A K E R

A grainy photo of me in Nikolai’s arms with both of us stumbling out of the bar like drunken lovers was plastered across the screen beneath a headline about Italy’s most untouchable crime lord and a “mystery woman.” My stomach dropped. And then the rest of the night hit me like a train. The drinks. The laughter. The heat. His mouth on mine. Oh no…oh no, no, no.. I stumbled out into the street forcing deep breaths as guilt and rage fought for dominance inside me. I went back to my office and dumped the flash drive with the files I'd gotten so far. I left a note there for Sterling which said: “This is all you’re getting. I'm off the case.”

"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."

Rain spent the time going through the schedule that she was given and quite frankly she couldn’t understand why Alexander would want to meet so many people and be in so many balls and galas. It was like the schedule of a CEO or some shit. “We only invest and buy shares...I know it seems like a lot but no, I don’t have a company of mine...except if you include the Guerriero family business,” Drugs. Rain thought. They sold drugs and weapons and earned millions—if not billions—from it. The Guerrieros had the largest market in Italy, they controlled almost everything...almost being the key word. Their power had limits and that was comforting weirdly enough.

I knew that the men wouldn’t dare try hurting her on safe grounds, but I would rather they not throw smart remarks that would have her rethink about my explanation about the mafia yesterday. She already knew that some of the men sold women for a living, and despite me being against that. The maximum that I could do is ensure that no auctions were made where I was, and despite them happening from time to time, I was always sure to try and stop them before time. The last auction at LA was simply made because a certain Italian don needed to be killed, and judging by that fact; I was sure not to head there as not to ruin things for the allying mafia family.

Romanian Mafia; the fuckers were linked directly to Alberto Moretti when he was still Underboss. A collective gasp rippled through the room, and the tension instantly multiplied. The news was shocking, but since I have their attention now, I might as well continue. “My father mentioned that someone has been skimming profits from our joint operations, playing us all for fools,” I continued. “But since he could never obtain the evidence of this, I decided to put a plan into place. Last night it yielded results and I am prepared to retaliate.” Allesandro, a burly man with a thick Brooklyn accent, spoke up. “Giovanni, how do we know they're to blame? What evidence do you have?”