Gangster Mafia Movie Novels & Stories

Being gangsters, these people should have expected to be killed, but at whose hands. And these gangsters are not good birds. Real gangsters aren't as elegant as Marlon Brando's Godfather movies. The real American mob is a bunch of murderous, cannibalistic, bone-spitting bastards. Finally, the old black did not escape Li Jie's chase, Li Jie caught up with him from his position in the heart of the direct blast out of a punch. A blow with internal force to the common man is completely irresistible. Old black

Emilio says to me as he hands me a manila folder. I opened the file and found pictures from the footage as well as pictures and information on the two goons who dumped the kid. It wasn't hard to spot these people, with the ongoing truce between the mafia and the gangs, they act invincible. Doing whatever the fuck they want as long as it won't interfere with the mafia's business. The police are pretty much useless with the right amount of money. "You got them?" I ask. "Yes boss, they're in the basement. Are you sure you want to do this boss? We don't want them to retaliate. The last time they did, we lost fifty million dollars worth of product." Romero asks.

A person with a helmet comes down from the motorcycle, tries to hit Maria, she steps back, and at the moment she takes a step back she cuts his arm with the scalpel of her future sister-in-law Ariana Romero, he gets upset, and she says for the last time; - Tell your damn boss that Maria De La Cruz is here, I have a Mexican guard pointing at you, if you touch me you die. They looked everywhere, they realized that it could be true, although it was not, but through a sign from the young man in the tree, they call their boss, he answers; - Alberto Zapata, it's Maria De La Cruz, I want to see you. - Come in. II Maria De La Cruz, and her crook friends, entered the cocaine jungle, as great heroes,

a term associated with the Italian mafia. It felt like a scene from a movie. If it hadn’t been for the palpable reality of Roman’s presence, I might have dismissed it as sensationalism. But the power and control he exuded felt too authentic to be fictional. I closed my laptop slowly, feeling a chill run down my spine. I took another swig of wine, realizing only then that my glass was empty. Could Roman Lysander really be involved with the mafia?

He answers, without a glint of emotion, “Santino Martino’s gang member, he had been hired to kill me and the gang is my biggest rival.” I empty one bottle of wine, effortlessly. Great! I am seated with a gangster. I say, “Alessandro…” His eyes light up when I take his name. I clear my throat and continue, “Alessandro, you are a part of the mafia, what if I die?” He says, “Well, I cannot assure you that you won’t be under attack by marrying me, but you will be safe.” I say, “Screw the attack, I am scared of guns and gunshots, it terrorizes me. Besides, I don’t trust you.” He takes time to think, then says, “Look, Amber..” Not again, the last time he said that my mind took a steep turn in his

It was of her wearing a blue sunday dress with another woman. “With the nicest secretary I know. Hey, Lisa. It was fun running into you.” She looked great for someone who was hiding her pain. After arriving last week, I wanted to see her right away but all these killing business had to be settled first. There were currently four mafia families in New York—The Gustavos, The Clemenzas, The De Lucas and The Biancis. The Gustavos were the easiest to do business with because all they offered the city’s elites was protection; A private invisible army for the billionaires and their family, so no one would dare touch or cross them. The Clemenzas and De Lucas were all for entertainment. Gambling, who

"Was that the way they worked?" "Excuse me?" I almost jumped out of my seat after hearing the driver talk. Had I asked that question out loud. Shit. Now, he probably thought I was crazy or some shit like that. Oh, brother. "Are people in the mafia bipolar or something?" I asked, not wanting to give in to the dumb passenger stereotype he might make for me. He shrugged, as if to say he didn't know either. "Most are, though. Horrible people. The only good one I've seen is the boss."

I don't understand', she asked. Made men are men who have been officially inducted into a Mafia family. Dr Roberto answered 'Your father just did some business with them, and I can assure you they are not bad people, they are just in a bad business '. 'Mafia men killed my father!', Lucia shouted, ' I wouldn't trust any of them'. Just then the bedroom door opened, Andretti walked in with a glass of water 'are you good?', he asked, ' Dr Roberto thank you for your help but I think it's time for you to leave now, I want to talk with my guest'.

She could not see their eyes because they all wore black sunglasses but she felt a shiver run down her spine she knew all four had them locked on her. ‘Obiettivo localizzato.’ [Target located.] Luigi said softly into his hidden microphone and the other three never moved but he knew they had heard his words, ‘Ci ha visto e sa cosa siamo.’ [She has seen us to and knows what we are.] Mario stated and again there was no response from any of them but they all saw the shiver go down her spine she knew why they were there and all remained totally impassive. Gabriella knew she had to get away from there, the four men were total strangers to her but they were Mafia and they wanted her because of who

"This is good. This is cool. This is interesting, and this is... hmm... pretty wild. Nicholas probably won't let you sleep while you're in your underwear like this." Josephine was wide-eyed to see Anna taking on a variety of colors and sexy lingerie styles. "Anna ... oh, are you crazy?" Anna giggled. "Italy is always impressive. A lot of films about the Mafia are told about Italy. Hmm ... I think Lynn has mentioned several titles, The Godfather, Goodfellas, Scarface, and several others. Lynn is very fluent when it comes to the mafia." Josephine looked up at Anna's bright face and sparkling truly eyes. "Anna?"