Gangster Books Fiction Novels & Stories

In that case, I could not blame her. She had left me for a man who was nothing better than I was, and yet, according to her, he was ‘different’. Different how? He was the Capo of Cosa Nostra like I was the Capo of 'Ndrangheta. Adonis Vitale ruled most of New York alongside his rivals, the Illianos, while I ruled the entirety of Canada. We were both territorial men. We were both Mafia lords. I did not understand any part of Belle’s logic.

A window exploded inward, shards of glass cascading like deadly rain. “Get down!” Ivan barked, flipping the table over with a swift motion and pulling me behind it. Gunfire erupted, bullets ricocheting off the marble and gilded surfaces. Diners screamed, some diving for cover while others froze in terror. Men dressed in black stormed into the restaurant, their faces partially obscured by masks. The unmistakable emblem of the Mexican mafia adorned their jackets. Ivan pulled his gun from a holster beneath his jacket and returned fire, his movements precise and calculated. “Damien, we’re under attack,” he barked into a small device clipped to his wrist.

~VITTORIA~ I walked into the casino' sliding door with Nicola, Gio, and fucking Martini behind me, thanks to my supposed husband. My father's casino, which was now run by me was the biggest one could find in the whole of Brooklyn. Not even the ones run by the Argenteros lived up to it. The top millionaires and billionaires came there to gamble away while some others mainly came there to watch others play, hang around at the casino bar, or watch women sing and perform sexy dances.

She looked at Lance, knowing that he was a cold Mafia Boss, but also knowing that he had a sense of honor and a desire to make things right. As the mission came to a close, Lance invited Bella to his headquarters to celebrate their success. Bella was nervous as she walked into the building, surrounded by armed guards and the trappings of a powerful criminal organization. But as she was led to Lance's ofice, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and pride. They had done something good, something that would change the lives of the people of Little Italy for the better.

He muttered as she sniffed. “You want an explanation?” He asked and she nodded. “Okay. Apart from being a Xanders family and having access to wealth, I do illegal things. I do money laundering, large scale drug trafficking, I sell weapons, sometimes I go undercover as a hitman, and other illegal things. I am a gangster, same as Scott and we are a mafia.” He explained. “You work as a hitman?” “Yes. Sometimes I am hired to kill people.” “Why?” She whispered.

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I said casually. Gab had a handgun pointed at the left side of the lawyer. Another man came into the room, he had the same body built and stand as with the lawyer. Attorney Newman was led to sit at a corner and given a book. Gab typed words on his phone and showed it to the trembling lawyer. The lawyer embraced the book to his chest and Gab carefully removed his vest. The other guy who walked in wore the vest instead of the lawyer and sat on the chair Attorney Newman was guided to sit on. Then the guy pretended to read the book, flipping the pages ever so slow as if he was indeed looking for something on it.

I feel my hands sweating with nervousness. I can hear the cars stopping in front of the house. Slowly I walk to the wall-size windows, and I peak out. I am curious to see my future dear husband. One thing is for sure. He should sleep with one eye open because I might kill him in his sleep and become a black widow. I have no problem with that. I close my eyes, shaking my head. I think my books have a bad influence on me. This would be a good plot. I make a mental note to write that story. A mafia story. Who knows. It might even be a best-selling story.

Tony said simply. “What like the Mafia?” Said Grace shocked. “The Mafia is the Italian version, you already met Xan who is the Chinese Gang Syndicate leader and you already met the European one as well!" Tony said carefully. “Xan, that arsehole I just stared down?” Grace said and Tony nodded. "Who is the European one?” She asked quickly. Tony sighed and said “Kurt Blackwood!” There was a silence as the blood drained out of Grace’s face. She felt like someone had ripped her heart out and kicked her in the stomach at the same time.