Novel & Cerita Books About Italian Mafia

The code was my date of birth. The knowledge barely registers in my head when I search through the things hidden in the safe. Cash, bars of gold, passports and two account books that arouse my interest. A few minutes after reading the books, my blood runs cold as I process the information in my head. I was now sure that my husband, Dante was involved in some shady business with some people but the worst part of it all was the fact that he was stealing from his own father and brother..... In the mafia, anything associated to betrayal was not a light crime and would be met with the worst punishment which was death. Why was he doing all of this?

It was a text from Damon wishing me goodnight. ************** ~Trisha’s POV~ Sitting at the centre of the living room with a glass of red wine in my hand, I listened as my brother, Matteo, leaned back on the couch opposite me, his eyes scanning a thick stack of papers. “This is everything from the past quarter,” he said, tossing the documents onto the table between us. “Gianni’s businesses are clean on the surface, but I’m telling you, there’s something shady going on with their new shipping routes.”

, Vyom was confused at himself, he couldn’t understand why he was sharing all this with her. . "For the rest of the states, they know I have some sort of connection with the mobster, but no one knows that I am the one who leads it. For them, Arbaaz is the leader or says the front face of the organization. . “Third, since we are going to get married, anytime sooner. I want to get to know you better and I thought you would like the opportunity to know me too, all of me. So you make no more assumptions than knowing the real me.”

Tony said simply. “What like the Mafia?” Said Grace shocked. “The Mafia is the Italian version, you already met Xan who is the Chinese Gang Syndicate leader and you already met the European one as well!" Tony said carefully. “Xan, that arsehole I just stared down?” Grace said and Tony nodded. "Who is the European one?” She asked quickly. Tony sighed and said “Kurt Blackwood!” There was a silence as the blood drained out of Grace’s face. She felt like someone had ripped her heart out and kicked her in the stomach at the same time.

Leonardo paused in his speech. He accessed my facial expression before going on. "It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death"

"Listen to me, Hazel eyes, these people aren't your run-of-the-mill gangsters or mafia." "People?" She asks, her brows scrunching in confusion. Shit! She doesn't understand. Looks like I'm going to have to dive into some history. "Alight, let me give you a background history and try to flesh it up for you." I take a deep breath before continuing. "Italy is majorly run by five mafia dons that are known as the Camorra. They're the biggest and most powerful mafia in, not just in Italy, but the whole world. They've got far-reaching tentacles as well as eyes and ears everywhere. When I tell you they're the ones who even say who's gonna be president in Italy, you better believe I'm telling you the

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt

I asked, my heart racing already. Francesco finally opened his mouth. “The Black Book contains all the past histories of the Mafia families in New York and some other parts of the world.” I wanted to laugh as I found nothing risky in the statement he just made. “Then, how is that a problem?” “Really, Damsel?” He let out a sigh. “Looks like you don't know what is at stake here. It can affect us both. And in a big way. Trust me when I say that.” He pressed his words.

I went into the den and grabbed my own brandy and knocked back a couple of glasses. I need a plan … I need to get Emery back. My mother was right about one thing. This engagement isn’t just about us. It’s about the peace and wellbeing of two mafia gangs. And the business? It comes before everything else.

‘This book is about the Italian Mafia, which is based mainly on the Italian mainland and Sicily. As such, when the main characters talk to each other sometimes it is in Italian, if you do not understand Italian I have translated the words into English in the brackets. The Italian speech is to make the storyline more authentic and I believe it enhances it. It will not distract from your enjoyment of the plot or the characters. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you