Books About The Italian Mafia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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

"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..."

But then, why did this statement affect me so much? "Okay. Let's talk something about work," I changed the topic. I don't know why, topics about romance and love, it makes me feel something awkward. Like, is it even for me? "Okay. About work. We can crack a deal with the Italian Mafia regarding the supply of drugs," he spoke in a serious tone. "Great. How much are they willing to offer?" I asked. Italian Mafia is one of the strongest mafia troops in the whole world. A deal with them would strengthen us.

I kept the statue back on its place and plopped down on the couch and rested my long legs up on the coffee table. I opened my phone and searched for the Mafia book. I need a book with a strong female lead. I'm staying with a Mafia and to protect myself from that devil, I'm reading this mafia book. To know some tricks or stratagem on how to tame this mafia devil and now only some realistic mafia books can help me. I scrolled down my phone and lot of books were like, Mafia kidnapped the female protagonist because he likes her and wants her to himself. What a bullshit?? I scrolled further more down to find a proper book. And finally I found one. It was taming the mafia devil.

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Max replied bluntly. "And why?" "It is the Mafia capital of Italy and the home to the Napoli Licantropo Archivio della Mafia. I thought we could pay it a little visit." "Naples Lycan Archive of the Mafia. And that is where you think the book is, I presume?" "Clever girl," he remarked looking at me before patronisingly patting my head. I rolled my eyes. Three months with this man was killing me and here's why: 1. he has only two moods: cranky and sarcastic or slightly rejuvenated but still incredibly sarcastic.

I sigh and try to remember something from the last time I was here, but it's completely impossible; I was just a child when I left this place (the place where I was born) with my parents. Today, however, despite their wishes, I decided to return to take revenge on those who tried to hurt my grandfather, that great and kind man who always pampers my sisters and me, whose eyes fill with kindness and love when he sees us, but who is also so fearsome that all of Italy respects him. The great capo Giuseppe Lombardi, they will know that no one messes with The son of the mafia queen. […]

“Wanna go to the library? There is something I want to show you.” “Something? What is it?” Cedric was curious. “As the successor for the next boss, you need to broaden your knowledge. I remember there is one important book that I believe you haven’t read it yet. It is a book about our mafia’s historical achievements. There were also documentaries about our crimes and murders as the proud mafia. I think you should know about it so that you won’t get shocked.” Indeed, Cedric believed that he never read books about his mafia clan’s dark history. Now that he was very curious, he begged Vincent to show him.“Take me there, uncle!”

No daylight, no damn ventilation, just me, four walls, and the lingering scent of piss and betrayal. I wasn’t chained up like some criminal. No, they wanted me alive enough to bleed slowly. I clenched my jaw, as my thoughts drifted somewhere else with blood crusted at the corner of my mouth, the metallic taste making me growl. The only thing ringing in my head louder than the news broadcast was one word: Alessia and The White Book. That file was my damn insurance policy and my last resort to destroy everything that existed in the Mafia Family. A powerful ledger so vile, so goddamn explosive it would make the FBI piss their pants and make the Mafia run for cover.