Gangster Mafia Movie Novels & Stories

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.

Ivan ordered. " Okay Boss" the captor went towards Dante whom was seated on the chair, discarding the blindfold from his face as he untied him. Dante stood up like the Mafia Don he is, looking at his wrist which showed the scar of the rope used in tying him. "How dare you! you've made a mistake by underestimating my actions. If you didn't get fearful of me you should have been fearful of the king of the underground. What were you thinking? that by capturing me you'll freely take over my domain, are you insane or were you born this stupid?. Basically a cat has nine lives so does a mafia don, I'll kill you i swear it!! I will kill you untill you're dead. He said angrily glaring at Ivan

He still held my hand. "I know I'm a bad person. My hands and body have been stained with blood. Many breaths have ceased because of me. But there's one thing I can assure you. I don't kill innocent people. I have enemies, my father and I. But I will do my best to shield you from witnessing any heinous crimes because I will protect you from them. I'm a mafia leader, and I control everything related to drugs. I've tasted it, and I won't lie to you. Life, money, wealth are the battles. And I'm willing to leave all of that behind for a simple life with you. I'm ready to change for you, Felicia."

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.

He has the same tall dark handsome Italian genes and weirdly green eyes, the same overall death by glare and oozing intimidation. I never knew Italians with olive skin could have green eyes but it’s not as pretty or as soulless as the pale grey of a wolf. Mico is a typical Hollywood gangster movie henchman in a dark suit and black overcoat. Silent, obedient and all seeing. He doesn’t strike me as dumb either and has that same clever sadism about him that Alexi just effortlessly oozes from every pore. Only Mico is not as dominant and out there as Mr Mafia Boss is, and tends to be the silent intimidation in the room and only does as he is told.

I aimed and fired twice; one dropped, the other ducked. Rafa was already returning fire, cool and precise. He didn't seem caught off guard; he looked like he’d done this a thousand times. Because, well, he’s a mafia boss; I wouldn’t expect anything less. A bullet grazed Rafa’s side, making him flinch, but he didn't fall. Instead, he pressed his hand to the wound, blood seeping through his shirt. “I'm fine,” he said through gritted teeth. He wasn't, but he’d survive. A small injury wouldn’t do much harm.

He never came back. I don't remember what the fight was about, and now I can't even picture Adrian's face. All I remember is that after he left, Mom's heart problems began, and Carl started drinking. Ever since then, names like Adrian, gangs, guns, and mafia became taboo in our household. "You're... mafia?" I stared at the man before me, trying to process the pieces. "I'm the boss of the mafia. You can call me..." He paused, lips curving slightly as if holding back a smirk, then said, "Mr. N."

Lucia I sat in the Russo's family office, my eyes fixed on Dominic's tortured expression. His words hung in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Dominic, the man I had come to trust, the man I had grown to admire, was a murderer. My mind raced with questions. How could he have done such a thing? What drove him to commit such a heinous crime? Was the lady worth the death? was he an obsessed creature? And why was he telling me this ?

Seven? “Thank you,” she replied, flashing me a weak smile. “It’s a tough business, the mafia.” I wanted to know more, but I didn’t want to push. “I’m sure it is.” I’d heard horror stories about the mafia. Shootings and stabbings seemed to be common place. The mafia was notorious for hitmen, werewolves willing to kill a target for money. And I assumed the Santonio family, as one of the biggest mafia around, had a TON of hit men.

“The event that we’ll be at would not only have mafia men, but cops, lawyers, and even business men. It is one of the main reasons that I want you there with me. All the men in there know who we are, they know what we do, and sometimes; it seems like you or any novice who is trying to prove himself are the only people who are interested or are fighting in stopping what we do. The rest as part of us, they make their money as they join our businesses…” “Cops?” I asked wide eyed. It was a big surprise to me knowing that there were men who were also part of the cops alongside the mafia. Knowing that there were unrelated cops part of the mafia was all the more alarming. It just made me realize ho