Bos Mafia Novels & Stories

she says. "You want me along?" Jay asks as we step into the metal box. "You'd better." She's focused on the closing doors. "If Valeriya calls her father to tell him I threatened her, there might be trouble." "Who is he?" I say. Her eyes twinkle in amusement, a smile playing at the edges of her lips. "Russian mafia. Your favorite." "Think they could have taken your product?" I suggest. "Doubtful. They use my business in Russia to clean their money. But it's good to be sure." As the elevator doors open, she exits.

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.

“Just get this over with so I can go home.” “Indeed.” His expression sharpened. “What do you know of the mafia, Mia?” “As little as possible.” When she had first realized exactly what her father did, Mia had made a deliberate choice to avoid it at all costs. Her stepmother had helped shield her the best she could, and she had remained mostly ignorant toward the evil her father committed. “There are varying groups who oversee criminal activity in our fair city, but the three most powerful are the Irish, Italians, and Russians.” He

Then sharply, as if on instinct, she turned to take a good look at the van which was hiding her, boldly on the van was written; The Mambas Organisation. Holy moly! She gasped. Mambas Organisation? Crap! That was one of the mafia gangs in their street if not the whole of New Jersey, not just one, it was the leading gang, the most powerful mafia organisation, being headed by the most fierceful mafia Lord ever known, Lord Lucario. She had heard so much about him and his mafia gang, heard from her grandma and from the ‘johns’ she serviced. They always talked about him, and his gang, and how powerful they were.

” “I look at him, his staring too.” “Who the hell is that?” I asked.” His eyes go wide. Like, like you seriously don't know?” “i don't know people.” I add.” That's Machado Lorenzo. The Pablo Machado. Cosa Nostra.” Still not impressed. “He's the most feared Mafia Boss alive. Just looking at him makes my hands sweat,” Carl said, trembling. “Still don't care. “I hate him,” I mutter, Just as a lady in red passed by.

CASPIAN. I didn’t want Carla to dance with that bastard, Leo Monterobio. He was part of the Mafia, working as Marco Rossi’s second in command. A known womaniser and a very dangerous fellow. I didn't want him even an inch close to Carla. Just seeing him sit close to her had my blood boiling. I wanted to gouge his eyes out for staring at her like she was a piece of meat. I wanted to knock his teeth out for smiling at her like he was in a toothpaste ad.

He still hasn’t finished his words when his right-hand grasped what his question would be and answered before he could speak more. “It’s the Bonsignore–” The moment he uttered that name, Granger rashly slapped the table in front of him with his knuckles. He opened his eyes slowly. While his first gaze contained disbelief and confusion, now his eyes lit with fire from the rage rushing in his body. It was that goddamn mafia–again and again. Fuck! His breath became heavy. Every nerve of his body was pulsating with anger.

Finally, the bartender left his station, taking a seat next to Chiara. He placed his hand on her thigh, clearly taking advantage of the fact that Chiara was drunk and not in the right state of mind. “So, I’m Gambino. What’s your name?” He asked, flashing her a slight smile. Chiara’s cheeks reddened. If it was back then, she would have pushed his hand off and complimented it with a slap but she was much too intoxicated to care. “Chiara.” She muttered, her eyes locked on his green ones.

Massimo could tell she was trying very hard to block out this conversation—was it because she needed to focus or she didn't like what Massimo was saying? "Sir!" The man tried to lurk to attention, but Elena's hands kept the weakened man contained. "Sir," the man repeated. "I took this mission very seriously—so did all the others you picked." "Then prove it," Massimo replied. Elena glared at Massimo. That answered Massimo's question—she didn't like how he was speaking to his lackey apparently. "There's a group, sir," the man finally said. "Up near the border with Canada, there's a mafia family called the Marinos making deals with other members and then completely breaking them. They were... s