Gangster Mafia Movie Novels & Stories

The big boss happened to be Drey Sandler, son of the biggest Mafia Boss in this whole of the city. The man with whom she encountered last night. However, she couldn’t recognize him, but he did. Drey was pretty shocked to see that his newly acquired property is the same person he had a one night stand with just the day before. However, he perfectly masked his shock, and scanned the young lady in front of him. Marie opened her mouth in awe unconsciously as she looked at the man behind the desk. He was completely different from what she had imagined he would look like. It was just like in the stories, but unlike books, she was a victim and she wasn’t finding anything funny.

“What!? But you said we were staying another week!” “I changed my mind.” Because if I stayed one more hour here, I’d go looking for Anastasia again. And that would be a disaster. Alex gripped the wheel. “Boss… the gangsters you killed at the club—did you find out who they belong to?” “Roosevelt Mafia Family,” I said calmly. Alex’s face was drained of color. “They’re the ones funding the drug trafficking in Europe and America. My spies confirmed they orchestrated the New York mayor’s murder.”

Unfortunately, his gun slides off my grasp too. Around us, a series of gunshots start reverberating. “You underestimated Le Distruzioni too much,” Adriano sneers. “A mafia gang is far more dangerous and complex than what your Hollywood films taught you about it. So if you think an FBI-wannabe like you can defeat us, you’re utterly stupid!” “After I kill you, I’ll take your wife back with me. And we’ll have wild s.ex night and day until she can no longer walk an inch from me.”

Xavier stated twirling his spaghetti around his fork "I'll take you there one day." "I'd be honored." I smiled "What exactly do you do you know where?" "Everything a normal mafia does." Xavier said to me softly and I looked around to make sure no one was listening "We're the biggest and most deadly mafia in Italy. We don't deal with drugs though. We leave that out the mix but we do everything else." "You kill people then?" I asked shyly

Anna cried out tapping her mother fiercely. Lorenzo walked angrily to him with his gun pointed at his head. " Any last words Paolo?" Paolo began to laugh. "Fanculo la Mafia (Fuck the mafia)" he cussed out Lorenzo pulled the trigger and hot blood gushed out of the bullet hole in his head. The man fell lifeless to the ground and made a loud thump. He used a finger to wipe Paolo's blood that had splashed on his face. The smell of blood had delighted him.

“I figured you wouldn’t come if I asked. So I chose the easy way.” My brows drew together. “The… easy way?” The words slipped out in a whisper I didn’t mean to release. He nodded and stood. “Yes. And I wasn’t joking when I said Tobias was murdered. By a rival gang of mine.” The room tilted. “A rival?” My eyes widened. “What—so you’re really a gangster? Like… a street gangster?” He shook his head slowly, his fingers brushing his jaw. “No,” he said calmly. “I’m in the mafia. This is bigger than street dogs.”

Dr Raph questioned and suddenly his eyes widened like a light bulb had gone off in his brain. “What if her family are members of the gang too? Oh, Tony. What have you gotten yourself into?” He panicked, pacing around the office aimlessly. “What movie did you watch, Raphael?” Tony asked in a bored tone with his brows arched and Raphael paused before turning around with a lopsided grin. “It’s a movie about the mafia and a girl whose family was involved with the mafia. Crazy movie, my man. You should check it out.” He said and winked at Tony who looked like he would punch Dr Raph if he could.

"Until we control New York, we don't have the manpower to intimidate the Irish. We hit Niko now, take the Five Families, and then we crush them all." I exhaled, barely holding back my frustration. "Killing Niko won't make me Capo. It'll make me a traitor." The mafia wasn't just about brute force, it was a web of intricate balance. One wrong move, and everything unraveled. Vito scowled. "So we sit and wait?" I turned away, pacing.

I gritted my teeth and mustered all the energy in the world to push Bennett away and thank God I did. "What do you mean by that?" He snapped and grabbed my arm again, a little more harsher and tighter. "I wouldn't disrespect me here Miss Stiles. This is not a place to cuss around. This isn't Seattle neither is this Los Angeles. You walked into my Mafia den and..." "Mafia?" My eyes widened and I blinked. "I thought it was a gang thing...but a Mafia?" I was not stupid neither was I foolish. I knew what the Mafia did. Well, not really did but the books I've read said a lot and they were real. They didn't play cards or run around in circles. They shot, tortured, kill and traffick women and child

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.