Books On The Mafia Novels & Stories

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.

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.

“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.”

"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.

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“Is how I live.” I nod kind of understanding where she is coming from. The mafia is rooted deep in tradition and traditionally women are tools. “So do you like the book?” I decided to ask and she relaxes and nods. “They exaggerate and romanticise the mafia men but I kind of like it.” We pause for a while and then she speaks up almost hesitantly.

The cocaine's numbing effects had worn off, allowing the sting of pain and humiliation to resurface. He rose from the sofa and walked over to his study table, where an old, worn book lay waiting. As he opened its yellowed pages, a flood of memories came over him. The book was a relic from his early days, when he was still learning the intricacies of his family's mafia involvement. Antonio flipped the pages, taking in the familiar scribbles and notes he had jotted down years ago. The words "Cosa Nostra" stood out, as it reminded him of his family's roots in the Sicilian mafia.

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I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

“Here you go,” Niko says holding out an old brown book. Like the mafia rules, there’s nothing written on it, no title, or author's name. not even an abstract design. Just a plain book. At least this one seems to be just an old journal not like the other one Niko described to be bound in human flesh, yuck. The original Mafia rules, not the copy I read but still. I still sniff at it a little. Only smelled old woodsy smell and nothing gross like rotten flesh or skin.