Books About The Mafia Novels & Stories

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

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" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

Before we had the chance to enter I tug on her hand to get her to stop with me. "What is it, why did we stop?" "Do you think our moms knew about this all along?" "I think they do." I spent most of the day thinking about my conversation this morning with my cousin. It was still a bit difficult to believe, my dad is such a good person. How could he have been the leader of a Mafia? That too is one of the largest ones in Italy and Russia. After doing my research I learned that they were responsible for a lot of murders, drugs, and gun smuggling, and the one that terrified me the most was trafficking girls

Nevertheless—like many people—she couldn’t resist the desire to trust those who were closely entwined with the Church. Raffalle and Alva sat at the far end of the table trying not to look like black sheep and sinners. What else didn’t she know about him? As she glanced around the table, she wondered if everyone knew the business or if the women were kept out of it. Did all the men know or only some of them? Not every man at the table looked like a thug, but some fit the stereotype to a T. Were they all involved in crime, or had some opted out like Clint ? What was with the iciness between Clint and Alva and why had Clint almost become a priest? More importantly, what had motivated him to aba

he lies and I roll my eyes. The conversation continued, with them sharing their own stories and rumours about the mafia and its operations. They talked about the power that the mafia wielded in the city and how they seemed untouchable. Abel and I just sat there agreeing to everything and the foolish assumptions they claim that happens in the mafia. But underlying their fear was a sense of fascination with the mafia's culture and mystique. They discussed the iconic figure of the mob boss, with his sharp suits and intimidating demeanour. They talked about the code of honour that the mafia supposedly lived by, and how it contrasted with the violent acts they were known for.

“You think I'm not on Twitter? It's the most unfiltered and biggest news platform right now. I see the amount of death threats you get daily. You'll have to be careful while you're here though, this city is full of the Mafia.” I nodded then took a sip of orange juice to avoid talking. No use telling them that that was the main reason I came to Italy. Just so I could understand them more and see how they operated. “Not at the dinner table, you're making her uncomfortable,” Signora Rossi said in Italian not knowing I understood the language. “No, it's fine. My brother was killed by the mafia and he was the only family I had left which is why I hate them but I'll be careful.”

But three weeks ago, when I first read that name on a document-Captain Elena Monroe, Organized Crime Unit-everything was different. That wasn't even about revenge; it was about truth. There were so many things Elena didn't know about that night-that she witnessed-that I am. "Leo," I said in that same cold voice again. "How's our inside man at the docks?" "In place," he said. "But we've got an issue. One of Monroe's men-Michael-has started asking questions. Low-key. Probably nothing." Michael. Ex. I recalled his file. Upright, decorated, by-the-book kind of man. Always to the letter. I despised those types of people. They were predictable.

"You don't want to talk about the book you read?" Gardenia waves an airy hand. "Nah. It was a vampire book. Vampires aren't my thing." "What is your thing?" I ask before I can think better of it. And Gardenia grins, wiggling on her stool until her thigh brushes against mine. "My favorite book we read so far was a mafia one. It was about this complete psychopath who stole the heroine away to his own private island." "And the hero saves her?" Gardenia snorts. "The mafia guy is the hero. It's kind of an edgy book."

“Everything’s ready inside. Security has been checked twice.” I nodded. “Good. You can leave after you bring in the files from the North office branch tomorrow morning.” “Yes, Boss.” He left, and I walked in alone. The place looked new, I dropped my coat on the couch and moved toward the window. The view was nice, at least Luca knew I loved seeing the night lights and traffics. He has been with me since my Dad sent me out of the country the if his death before he passed out. I had worked hard like a dog, clawing my way up through blood and loyalty until the name Vicente Russo started to echo again in the underworld, not as the son of a dead man, but as the man himself.