Books About The Mafia Novels & Stories

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

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?”

she should be severely punished but she was having a class, well, that's a pass for her. I decided to bury my mind into some of the books on my table to deviate it from the bulging strain of my member. From Crime books to business to psychology, name them, I read them all, it's what makes a man — Books. Collective ideas and opinions; I am that man. Since I was Eighteen when my father handed over the Mafia clan to me, I had always been guided by books, learning things from leadership to detecting crimes to understanding minds, science and all that one can think of. I can't be more appreciative of the passion.

“Kai Rylan isn’t like Mateo. He’s… mafia. Organized crime. His world is dangerous.” I almost laughed. Dangerous. Like my life wasn’t already dangerous? “I don’t care,” I said. “You should care. People around him… bad things happen. The last caretakers didn’t stick around.” “Did he hurt them?” “Not physically, as far as I know. But he’s intense. Cold. Not easy to work for.” “Ethan, I get it. But I need this. I’ve got two days before I’m homeless. So unless you have a better option, I’ll take my chances with the mafia lord.”

She might be scared and terrified to her bones, the reminder that this man is not just an alpha but a ruthless mafia was sending cold chills down her spine. She knows who mafias are. How ruthless they are. She has read a lot about them. They are usually involved in a lot of dirty businesses and sheaas sure he'd definitely be doing such illegal things. He's alpha death, who's a Mafia, she doesn't expect him to be a good clean man.

Catherine “The mafia…” I am stunned into silence about his revelation. I study his appearance and now I can finally grasp where I have seen him before. There have been news articles on both TV and in newspapers lately about the handsome bachelor billionaire who owns several businesses and has a new model on his arm every other week. There is also the hushed gossip going around that he might be more dangerous than people previously thought. Of course there is no evidence.

said Jack with a tired and angry look on his face. "We have lost contact with BOSS for almost two years. Because of this, we lost several Clients, and transactions became more chaotic and less organized. Our organization, 'The Devil', which has stood at the top, must be eliminated by 'The Darkness', which is predicted to be expanding their territory to Finland. Jack, did you not find a trace of where the BOSS is?" said the man named Zean with a question that made Jack feel uneasy because he had to hear the same question repeatedly.

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

The library of a Mafia Don would be filled with books on control and domination. Just as I was about to give up and leave, a colorful book among the ugly blank ones caught my attention. I reached for it, pulling it free. My jaw dropped as I stared at the cover. A man with piercing blue eyes and a perfectly tailored suit held a trembling woman in his arms. The bold title read: Captured and Claimed by the Mafia Don. I blinked at it, utterly baffled. “What in the world?” The absurdity of finding a steamy romance novel in Leonardo’s library nearly made me laugh. Who stocked this place…surely not him? Still, curiosity got the better of me. I flipped it open, skimming the first few pages.

“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.”