Books About The Mafia Novels & Stories

He was the almighty Mafia lord, and he shouldn't be attached to anyone. Since this happened already, he would make sure he protects her with his life. Her parents only made it easier for her to finally and legally be his. There was only one threat, Blackie, and his current trip to City G, where his meeting headquarters was, to remove him from human existence. “Is everyone on ground?” he asked. “Yes, boss,” Ryan replied, switching back to professionalism. “Good.” ~ City G ~ “Sir,” a mild calling. “Sir,” louder, and Cedric Huxley turned to the woman and man in front of him.

They had taken the babies. I paced the small cell like a caged animal, heart hammering with a mixture of terror and fury. The authorities had separated us immediately — Matteo in one wing, me in another, the twins whisked away “for their protection.” Priya and my father were somewhere in this same building, but I couldn’t bring myself to care right now. The only thing that mattered was getting back to Matteo and our sons. Hours later, the door opened. Two guards escorted me to an interrogation room. Matteo was already there, chained to the table, looking every bit the dangerous mafia heir even in handcuffs. His dark eyes lifted the moment I entered, and the raw relief that flooded his face n

Trapped in a suffocating marriage, Livia Solene thinks she’s finally hit her breaking point. Desperate for a way out—and hungry for the raw, unconditional adoration she tasted during a rebellious escape to San Diego--Livia makes a reckless phone call. Dante Cortez is waiting. Rich, dangerous, heavily tattooed, and fiercely possessive, Dante doesn't just want to pull Livia into his orbit because he wants to burn her old life to the ground. But as they cross the line into forbidden territory right next door to Vincent, the walls between secrecy and disaster begin to crumble. When Dante casually refers to a "wife" to an unsuspecting, terrified Vincent, a chilling realization strikes Livia th

She had lost it. With a small huff, Rosa sat back down, flipping through the book again to search slowly this time. That’s when certain words caught her eye. Mafia. Blood. Gun. Knife. Betrayal. Loyalty and many more dark words. Her brows furrowed deeper with each word. What kind of book was this? Rosa let out a soft sigh. Her fingers brushed the leather cover with disappointment. She hadn’t come for this. She only wanted to see the name on that letter. Just the name.

Just dust and paper. I step inside anyway and shut the door behind me. I want the silence. I run my fingers along the mahogany edge of the desk, then move to the shelves. The books are a mess. Some have cracked spines, while others look brand new, like they were bought just to fill the space. I didn't think Jaydon was the type to read for pleasure. He seems too clinical, too driven by numbers and power. I reach out and pull a random volume from the middle shelf. The weight of it is heavy in my hand. I turn it over to see the cover, and my jaw drops.

If so I need to get the girls away from them as quickly and humanely as possible. They're not good guys though they may seem it on the outside inside they don't give a shit about anyone but themselves ever since Maulvey’s sister committed suicide they became the most deadly drug dealer assassin and I feel that a storm is coming and the worst one in history one that can cause a war between the mafia and the drug lords. There has already been some ruckus about Dreads death and if they are blaming either of these two girls as well as the Greens they will take their ultimate revenge and it won't be pretty.

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"

Europe. For most of the young people in that crowded neighborhood, the quest for the American dream took the form of illegal gambling, bootlegging and bootlegging. The East Side, therefore, The Mob Girl 16 became a haven for bandits and, ultimately, the birthplace of the Mafia, both Italian and Jewish. During the 1930s and 1940s, Arlyne's father made his fortune through scams, but his main desire was to have his two daughters respected. The youngest opted for a life of righteousness. In her position as older sister, Arlyne had the opportunity to do the same, but declined and preferred to follow the example of her maternal grandmother, owner of a funeral home in the neighborhood and a woman

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.

"Yes. A powerful Mafia family here in Italy. No one really knows much about their operations, but rumors are always flying here and there. It is rumored that they own most of the clubs, restaurants, and casinos in the country too. It's quite crazy." "Wow." I mean, it wasn't my first time hearing of mafias in books and movies, but in real life, it definitely was, and it felt kind of surreal. The thought of killing someone or selling drugs to people while a handsome young leader directed the whole operation just felt a lot more like fantasy than real life to me. "We should probably get going. The club opens around 11 p.m." "Okay, that's crazy. I thought most clubs open up early."