Novel & Cerita Gangster Books Fiction

He won't kill me in cold blooded manner by throwing my bodies to wolves or other predators. "Stop we are on a safe distance from the ware house.Now you know who I am,don't you?"He questions slowly releasing my hand and I suddenly feel coldness when his skin isn't in contact with mine. "Yes you're a kind of ganster guy?"I reply with uncertainty which earns me a chuckle from him. He looks cute when he smiles. "Yeah but gangster is not the exact definition.I am a mafia man,in fact I practically rule the New York city's illegal business world that also includes.."He paused.

“His money isn’t clean. He’s the richest banker for a reason—because he uses blood money.” “What’s blood money?” “He acts as the treasurer for all organized crime. When the mob needs cash, they call him. When the Skull Kings need to hide their cash, they call him. When they need to borrow money for a weapons deal, they call him. Cato Marino knows about all the crimes against humanity because he funds most of them—and makes a profit each time. He doesn’t hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way. His finger doesn’t stay on the trigger for long.”

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.

Patting her ‘fro, she answers the question: “Well, if you ask me, I'd say that the line between Fiction and Reality should not be blurred. In real life, no Mafia is going to sweep you off your feet and pamper you like a good girl. Or, treat you like his princess. It's all make-believe. Entertainment. No single Mafia man out there is like the ones that you read about in the pages of my book. Or any book in the Mafia-Billionaire Romance genre for that matter.” Like an obedient puppet, the Interviewer is quick to agree on that take.

“I also know that you put your thumb inside your fist when you’re angry or anxious, which you are most of the time.” “You’re too unpredictable.” “I’m unpredictable?” She bobbed her head. “You smile a lot, unlike other Mafiosos, which I think is a mask for your darker side.” I let out a sardonic laugh and said, “Always works doesn’t it? Humour is a deadlier medicine than violence.” She tilted her head, giving me access to the crook of her neck. I kissed the rim of her jaw and asked, “Do you know my most favourite habit of yours?” She didn’t answer. “You chew on the arrow of your upper lip when you’re immersed in writing. Makes you look fucking sexy. Makes me want to bite your lips.”

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

"Yeah, the name sounds familiar. If I had to guess, he's probably the head of a big gangster in Brooklyn." Bella closed her mouth. Her guess was the same. His appearance was not far from the gangsters in movies. Neat, arrogant, and cold. "What if you're being targeted to be kidnapped and sold into the human trafficking market?" Darrell teased. "Hey, why are you scaring me?" Bella pouted. Darrell burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding. Or maybe he's fallen in love with you. Ah, so romantic. An innocent girl chased by a ruthless and cold mafia boss." Bella sneered. Until now, she couldn't conclude Marco Vilante's intentions.

I replied, returning the question. "Well, if it's because we'll be traveling to New York, you don't need to pack. I won't be taking my clothes, either. Once we get there, we can go on a shopping spree. Ah! I miss all that," she said, her gaze distant. Sometimes I wonder if my understanding of a gangster's life is wrong. I remember reading in some books how a gangster's family lives like prisoners due to the many enemies they have. But the few times I have spent with Nat, her carefree lifestyle contradicted everything I knew.

, he says, and I watch as Hazel smiles, playing on the floor with the little ones that are too young for the bouncy castle. My life has turned upside down since Hazel walked into it. She makes Elliot happy, and I love it. My sister was the best present I could have ever asked for. And I regret not looking for her sooner, and I regret everything that I put her through. I am the most respected mafia leader in New York. The war is long over, but there are always threats around the corner.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.