Gangster Mafia Movie Novels & Stories

"Run along now, before I decide to teach you a lesson you won't forget." The thugs hesitated, sizing up the newcomer with wary glances. One whispered in a very low tone to the other beside him, “Is that not Spencer McCarthy? the most renowned mafia in this city, We need to leave before he deals with us” Sensing an opportunity, Sofia seized her chance and bolted, her heart pounding in her chest as she fled into the night.

Harshly, but royally he pulled out the chair for himself to sit as Danica gently pulled her, with her shaky hands. She was strictly ordered to sit beside him and act like his wife since they were married tor almost 9 months. The maids quickly served them the dinner as Zeke and Danica started eating. The maids stood aside shaking, everyone feared Zeke. Of course why shouldn't they? Zeke is a mafia boss. Being cruel, heartless, brutal and rough was what he was taught to. Everyone had to think multiple times before doing anything because they knew, one wrong step and they're gone.

"He loves it. He's a rough son-of-a-bitch and honestly, I think he'll be a Don one day." "A Don? What's that?" "The Godfather, or the head of the syndicate." "We're talking old school mafia here? Like the movies?" "Kind of. Sort of." Drake shrugged and squeezed her hand before releasing her and gripping the steering wheel. "I guess the real difference is when you get shot in the movies, you survive. It's not that way in the real world."

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him quickly only to be interrupted by Landon. "Can't you two seriously wait? We're kind of in the middle of something if you don't remember." I grinned at him before shooting one of the opposing mafia members just before they could reach him, unbeknownst to him due to his complaining. His eyes widened as he glanced back at the body lying behind him then turned to face me again. "Thanks." I nodded, the grin growing on my face.

If so I need to get the girls away from them as quickly and humanely as possible. They're not good guys though they may seem it on the outside inside they don't give a shit about anyone but themselves ever since Maulvey’s sister committed suicide they became the most deadly drug dealer assassin and I feel that a storm is coming and the worst one in history one that can cause a war between the mafia and the drug lords. There has already been some ruckus about Dreads death and if they are blaming either of these two girls as well as the Greens they will take their ultimate revenge and it won't be pretty.

He scoffs and turns to look at her. " We shouldn't be talking about this right now cause there's a gun fight just few feets away from us." " I know, right?" Elsa say sarcastically. What did she just did ? She wasn't even thinking before shooting the 'Bad guys' as Radon put it. " One rule of the Mafia; kill or get killed. It's your choice. No one gives a fuck about anyone. You break the Omertà, you get killed. All of that shit is what builds the Mafia. We're gonna go out there and shoot some fuckers." He smiles as bullet hit the wall behind Elsa.

"Señorita, are you all right?" "I'm not. Donna, please the cops. Call Adam!" "If Luke and the rest would get caught, Martin would also be investigated. So far, only a few know that he's a mafia leader. That he is no other than the notorious mafia boss of the Scarface Gang in Italy. Señorita, do you want that to happen?" Donna intuitively asked a question I couldn't get to find the right answer. I just shook my head in my response. "Let's go to your room. You need to rest!"

Then he steps on the gas, and the car accelerates, leaving the truck far behind. In two seconds, we see two bikes join the chase. “How do we evade these guys?” I ask in panic. “The mafia underworld works in phases and territories, Damian. In five minutes, we will be off the route and they will definitely give up the chase.” “And if they don’t?” I ask in panic. “Then they are searching for death.” “Do it!!!” Mike shouts, and one of the thugs at the back of our vehicle picks up a large hammer and opens the door.

Immediately I look back, but I can barely distinguish by the edge of the ajar door that Black, George and the contractor continue to fix the picture. "Yes, of course." I mutter. "Do you have basic math skills?" "Of course." "Tell me how much is twenty-four for two." Are you kidding me? "Forty-eight." I say, completely safe. "That's the message. Adjö (See you again)." Hang. This man has made me more tense than I was. I don't know what kind of mafia Black is into, but this is starting to disgust me a lot. More so, remembering that twenty-four were the millions they were leaking, according to the contract.

LILY’s POV “Mafia is a process, not a thing. Mafia is a form of clan cooperation to which its individual members pledge a lifelong commitment to. Friendship, connections, family ties, trust, loyalty, obedience… this was the glue that held us together.” – Joe Bonanno