Books About The Mafia Novels & Stories

Like fate had decided to play dirty. The first time I saw him was months ago, at a party. A work night for me, just another contract, another throat to slit and vanish before the champagne went flat. I didn’t expect to lock eyes with a mafia heir dressed in black silk and sin, his gaze catching mine across a room full of killers and crooked kings. I’d slipped out unseen, job finished, but my mind had stayed behind hooked on him. Rafa. And now he was here again. No plan. No chase. Just him.

She closed her shop and moved away from Little Italy, wanting to start a new life far away from the dangerous world of the Mafia. She tried to put the past behind her and move forward, but the memories of Lance and her time with the Mafia haunted her. She could not forget the way he had used her and discarded her, the way he had played with her emotions and made her believe that they could make a diference together. She realized that she had been naive to think that someone like him could ever truly care for her.

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle

"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."

He still held my hand. "I know I'm a bad person. My hands and body have been stained with blood. Many breaths have ceased because of me. But there's one thing I can assure you. I don't kill innocent people. I have enemies, my father and I. But I will do my best to shield you from witnessing any heinous crimes because I will protect you from them. I'm a mafia leader, and I control everything related to drugs. I've tasted it, and I won't lie to you. Life, money, wealth are the battles. And I'm willing to leave all of that behind for a simple life with you. I'm ready to change for you, Felicia."

I admitted, pulling her phone out and placing it in the centre of the table. “I was once told that men like you always have a reason for doing these... torturing people. So, help me understand. What did he do to make you hurt him so brutally?” I regarded her while she waited for an answer, her eyes wandering around the cafe but not meeting mine for a single second. Maybe the thought of Leona had driven me toward her, but Abigail was nothing like that traitor. “That man was of the Bratva. They are—” “Russian Mafia.” She gave a half-shrug. “I know. They’re very notorious, from what I’ve read.”

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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

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.

Never in my life did I imagine having sex with the mafia. “Are you nervous?” I wondered how the hell he was able to read my mind. My lips parted, feeling him right at my wet entrance. “Are you a virgin?” His question was the last-ditch effort to stop everything. Yes! Mafia novels often show a preference for targeting innocent girls, especially virgins, and it’s unlikely that multiple books on the same topic would all fabricate this detail. Maybe that’s why he bought me. Even at the auction, they picked virgins for the highest bids.