Gangster Mafia Movie Novels & Stories

"God... What's that?!" The bad feeling only got stronger. The cars stopped by the building entrance. The guards got out of the cars. The majority of them were huge, with tattoos and sunglasses. They looked horrifying, true mafia men! Then one of them opened the door of the fanciest black car, and he got out: Black Jack, the mafia big boss.

John and Johnny's footsteps echoed up the stairs to the second floor, and David diverted his eyes just in time for me to punch him in the head, knocking him out. I ran upstairs behind the others, loading bullets into my guns as I made my way to the empty kitchen, “Come on out boys” I shouted “How much is daddy paying you?” “ Twelve a hundred thousand dollars and the title of mafia king, can you top that?” I watched as they slowly walked towards the exit, their shadows reflecting off the refrigerator, as the door ajar open I fired, hitting them both. John got hit in the head and Johnny in the chest. I dropped my guns and walked behind him, watching as he crawled away on his hands and knees, b

I glanced at Ares who was eating his dinner without a care in the world. I was about to reply when my phone started ringing. I stood up from my seat and walked away to answer the call. "What is it?" I asked the man who was on the other side of the line. He was one of my—or my father's men. But not for long. "The Mexican Mafia leader has sent some men for you," he replied. A few weeks ago, I sent someone from the Russian Mafia in the Mexican Mafia to keep track of what they were planning. "Right now?" I asked to which he replied, "Yes, right now. He said that one of his men placed a tracker on your car the other day. You were at an ice cream parlor."

“I saw a documentary.” “Yeah?” Lee snaps. “Was it sandwiched between your mafia movie and an episode of Narcos?” Another chuckle rolls out of Jackson. This one’s sharper. More deliberate. Either he finds his little roommate funny — which he’s not. Okay, maybe a little. Or he’s figured all this out, and he’s savoring it. He’s way too placid. That sets me on edge. “Seriously, though,” Jesse barrels on, undeterred, “… there’s always a mafia. Russians, Irish, Yakuza — pick a flavor. You piss off the wrong one, you end up in a trunk. With them … everything is business. I’ve seen it.”

He rushed out with her in his arms, shouting for Luca Ricci, his Underboss, to get the doctor. Before leaving, he barked orders at Marco Vitale, the Gatti family's Consigliere. "Don't let anyone treat her wounds. When I get back, I'll deal with her myself." I gasped for air, my clothes soaked through with blood still gushing from my arm. Marco directed two household staff to drag me into the Gatti family's holding cell, the room reserved for traitors. They threw me roughly onto the floor and left without another word. All I could do was tear strips from my clothes and bandage the wound myself.

It sounded like a merge of an adrenaline and nicotine rush, but one thing was sure, Gina had things covered already. “And suppose things get out of hand?” She asked, a smile glued to the edge of her boldy glossed lips. “Do the needful” I replied to her satisfaction, letting out a chuckle. Despite the fact that Club Erebus was every Mafia's go to spot, there was one asset of the Mafia's that wasn't allowed in the Club, and that was fire arms. No guns, no pistols, No Ak’s, no such. Of course Gina knew this, but she had her way around as always.

Mafia Luca is the second most dangerous mafia in the city. He's well-known for various crimes such as murder, manslaughter, and sexual assault. Unlike William, he's more terrifying and shows no mercy. He has a strong aversion to forgiving people. Luca is a covetous individual who has a profound fondness for women. He frequently dons a black suit and is perpetually accompanied by a minimum of eight strong bodyguards. He is a womanizer and frequently engages in relationships with college girls. His extravagant spending on women knows no bounds; he is willing to purchase anything for them.

We have nine more hours to go. I just hope that I will be able to take care of my baby in this country with no drama. Honestly, I don't know the mafia leaders of America. I have never been interested because they are always so quiet and never start fights. When they have a disagreement with another mafia, it is believed that they sit down and negotiate a way to stop the war. In my stay in the country, I will meet with them at least once since I want to go back to assassination as soon as Jazzy turns two. I took my laptop and started getting into the American mafia systems. I needed to know how long from my mansion to theirs and so that I don't run into them without knowing who they are.

Zera nods, thinking that they can't take Josh's gun because there are too many of them and if they take what one has, the others won't think twice about shooting them. "Then what about you?" Gavin asked Xanti. "My dad is a mafia. Since I was a kid he turned me to be a monster. He trained me to kill," Xanti said making them goosebumps except for Gavin. Xanti's friends didn't know that, they only knew that the young man was talented because he was good at fighting. "What is the mafia?" Gavin asked in a whisper to Zera but they also heard they couldn't stop shaking their heads. "Those are highly illegal people and most of them are motivated by money and violence. You can't get them either. So a

I guess I just needed to tell someone. Gianni lowered his hands. “Don’t let her slip away. In our lifestyle, she fits in well, and she is fierce. She is a keeper, and I don’t care what she says. She cares for you, too. Tell me, what woman would walk into a mafia fight and shoot three men without flinching for a man who made her a deal for her father’s life?” I chuckled, but my serious demeanor reappeared. “You know I can’t let you leave here alive. If I did, that would send the wrong message to others. They would think they could cross me,” I declared, still aiming the gun.