Books On Mafia Novels & Stories

Since I have become his human diary, I know everything that there is to know about Arrigo. Leonardo has enjoyed the success and benefits that have come with being the first cousin of the Leonardo Mafia don. The Leonardo Mafia is the most notorious mafia in the whole of Italy and the world. They run the biggest drug trade operation, weapon trade and sex ring. They are what we have been taught to believe about mafia’s: ruthless. They bribe world leaders with millions in cash and kill spies who dare get too close.

Lea startled with furrowed eyes and if I'm not wrong I think she's hiding something from me. "Before leaving from France my father told me if ever I need some help, call Mr. Damon," I utter. "But what do you need?" Lea asked me, "we can give you anything just tell us," her face overwhelmed with worried expression. "No, that's not the matter, actually before coming to Sicily I found a strange information about my dad, it was documents in which was written that my father is a mafia and his actual name is Mr. Trinidad that's why I think maybe I should talk with Mr. Damon he might help me,"

I stood up and closed the book as I tried to explain. “I— I well, i— was just— you said I should find out!" I yelled in defense, holding up the book. Thankfully, I picked up a book called Mysteries so chances were he believed me. Nikolai pursed his lips then nodded. He walked further into the study and that was when I noticed he was in nothing but his suit jeans and his black shirt was unbuttoned. It looked like he came here in a rush. Nikolai walked up to the opposite shelf and pulled out a large black book. “Here. This contains everything about my pack. I'll get you another book on the mafia,” he said, holding the book forward. I drew my head back as I eyed the book and then him.

"It helps me think. Or not think, depending on what I need." "What kind of books?" "Everything. History. Philosophy. Fiction. Biographies. I'm not picky." I pull out a worn paperback. Look at the cover. "The Count of Monte Cristo?" "One of my favorites. Read it at least five times." "Really? The mafia boss likes classic literature?" He smiles. "The mafia boss is full of surprises." We settle on the couch. Not too close. But not distant either. The fire crackles softly. "So why couldn't you sleep?" Ocean asks.

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?”

Liam DeLuca, the godfather of some gang, Europe’s biggest mafia—at least that was what Hannah had told me earlier today in class. I had never really believed it. Until now. Hannah swallowed hard but stepped closer. "Excuse me," she said, trying to sound brave. "This is my roommate. Do you two… know each other?" I seized the moment, desperate to get out of this nightmare. "Call the police!" I shouted. "Please, I don’t know this man!" Liam’s cold glare turned towards her, and she froze under his gaze. “Stay out of this,” he said calmly, though the threat in his voice was clear.

I needed Gavril, just like Ilsa needed Roman. I found a study that smelled like Roman’s cologne, and my heart twisted as it looked eerily familiar to Gavril’s. The moonlight streaming through the French doors gave me enough light to start rummaging through the drawers, attempting to find anything that would give me a way to contact my husband. After a few minutes, I came across a slim black book, surprised when I opened it up to find numerous well-known Mafia and crime bosses around LA. I had just found the ultimate little black book!

“I love my brother, but he’s an asshole and a man-whore. You should be lucky when you fall pregnant because then you can reject his advances and let him go to his whorehouses-” “What?!” I exclaim, my heart leaping into my throat. “He… he would do that even if he’s married to me?” Her brows furrow together, and she genuinely looks confused. “All mafia men do that, Lucia. It’s a staple in our world where they get to fuck around while we remain home raising kids. My mother used to say at least they come home to you, but what exactly are they bringing home after fucking other women?” She scoffs. “We’re only there to be their arm candy, there to make them look good and bear their children. The so

Her heart plummeted to the floor. The invincible mafia ? She overheard Ash talk terrible about mafia who work as underdogs for powerful men in New York. She flipped away then saw an article about Belinda Grant and Daniel Godson's marriage. Nah. Couldn’t be. His position on marriage had been clear. They’d never even broached the subject of kids when they were together. He’d always insisted on using protection when they were together even when she’d reassured him she was on the pill. Was he only that careful with her?

“The event that we’ll be at would not only have mafia men, but cops, lawyers, and even business men. It is one of the main reasons that I want you there with me. All the men in there know who we are, they know what we do, and sometimes; it seems like you or any novice who is trying to prove himself are the only people who are interested or are fighting in stopping what we do. The rest as part of us, they make their money as they join our businesses…” “Cops?” I asked wide eyed. It was a big surprise to me knowing that there were men who were also part of the cops alongside the mafia. Knowing that there were unrelated cops part of the mafia was all the more alarming. It just made me realize ho