Gangster Couple Novels & Stories

Vasili reminded him. "My wife is someone whom I will not overlook. She is my bottom line. If some feds think that they can touch my wife and survive my wrath, they are dreaming" Dante replied without looking back before he walked away. All the three bosses are looking at the exit of the room through where Dante just left. "Winston, at this rate, do you think there will be a war between the feds and the outfit in Creekwood?" Vasili inquired. Winston shook his head. For some reason, Dante is reminding him of someone whom he used to know very well in the past.

I gritted, still trying to be calm and giving up halfway when I felt my tone rising as I watched my husband's eyes move from the gun, then to me, then to the door, before he sighed. As though to tell me that he saw what I’d done and that it was okay with him. Something about his rigid stance rubbed me the wrong way and I realized it was because he looked like a stranger in my eyes. The mafia twin I had married looked calm and collected back at my father’s bakery. The chiseled jawline that rose into hollowed, angular cheeks and almond-shaped green eyes were the same, but the strange light in his eyes now, I wasn't sure about that.

Lorenzo Gallo. After I hung up, the legends associated with that name flashed through my mind. The Gallo family, the most powerful of Chicago's Five Families, controlled the criminal underworld from Boston to Los Angeles. Lorenzo "Il Fantasma" Gallo. The Ghost. They called him that because his enemies tended to disappear long before they ever saw his face. The FBI had been chasing him for twenty years and didn't even have a clear photograph. But every mafioso in North America knew what it meant to cross the Gallo family: total annihilation.

All I’ve gоttа dо is gеt thеm at the rіght tіmе and рlасе. Thеѕе аrе thе guуѕ whо do hіѕ dirty work. Thе Italians wоn’t have a раrt in this, but every other unit in tоwn іѕ connected tо оnе of thеѕе men. I knоw I’ll find thеm іn the parlors оr at thе gуm. Thеrе’ѕ a rеаѕоn fоr сlісhé аnd thеѕе guys аrе іt. Whіtе or black, thеу’rе all оvеr thе Brооklуn gangsta lооk.

We were the perfect couple. Hunter removed the film when I was looking on my mobile for some boys nearby. No l and was funny, because I took my cell phone and hid on the floor. I got a little mad at him, but then my eyes widened. He had to know where such a site was. They must have been related to the mafia in some way. I told him so and he responded with a laugh that made my anger swell a little more. -Do not be silly. We don't have things like that. Stop watching the movies. My family is more about drugs and guns. Prostitution is too persecuted.

All you ever do is cause me trouble. Marcus tightly gripped my wrist. He only let go long after we got back into the car. The entire ride, I tried listening to his thoughts. However, no matter how hard I tried, there was never a single sound inside his mind. Once we arrived at the docks, Marcus stood by the sea breeze while workers opened the cargo boxes one by one for inspection. Quietly, I stepped closer and leaned over to look inside the crates, too. 'No way they’ll notice the cargo got soaked. I stuffed so much absorbent floral foam under the crates. By the time they figure it out, we’ll already have the money and be long gone.

One after another, names and titles unfolded like a list of credentials. “I am Giulia,” said a woman with sleek black hair and diamonds at her throat. “My husband is Capo DeLuca. He controls the northern routes.” Another spoke, her accent clipped, her smile practiced. “Teresa. Wife to Bellini, the consigliere.” Rose listened carefully, filing the names away. Each woman seemed to measure herself by the power of the man she represented. Then the brunette in emerald silk leaned in, her posture elegant, her smile perfectly rehearsed. “Caterina,” she said, her English was clear and deliberate, “Luca’s wife.”

She laughed, I could feel her husband staring down at her like she was the sun itself and no other stars could exist where she shined. “I've been looking forward to meeting you." She said happily. I stared on in worry. I've never seen any soul born and raised in the Mafia world look so happy and pure. It was unnerving. Almost like Rino could feel it, he pulled me closer into him. I watched as her husband's hooded gaze followed Rino's movement and then he whispered something into his wife's ears and she blinked before nodding softly. She looked like she was holding back from pulling me into another hug.

"Not exactly but even the blind can see that you two are serious about each other. I can bet you guys are the number one couple in the mafia world right now." "Oh, that sounds so unreal." I muttered as a fuzzy, nice feeling bubbled in my chest. I wasn't one to seek validation from people around, but if Clara was right; maybe it won't be too bad to delude myself that our relationship was built to last. "So, what caused everyone's favourite couple to fight? It has to be something serious with the way you stormed in here like you wanted to burn the world. What happened?" "Well, it's a long story, and I'm not too sure I should tell you. It's sort of Viper business." I muttered.

Zara Howard It all happened so quickly, anyone could barely process how our living room turned into a gangster scene from a movie. A drunkard gambler who borrowed too much money from the Mafia and had nothing to offer except for empty promises when it was pay up time. Only difference was this time the drunkard was my stepfather, Chad Hudson and the Mafia was Asher Lancaster, the powerful mob boss, who brought with him 6-7 terrifying armed men. My mother was tightly gripping onto my arm as she tried to drag me and my older sister, Scarlett farther away from them. My eyes, however, were fixated on the scene unfolding right in front of me.