Gay Mobster Novels & Stories

"Now, can we order some real food? I’m starving." He ordered and leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched a waiter scurry past. He waited until the man was out of earshot before speaking again. "You know, it’s a good thing I like you, Alessia," he said, "Because technically, being at a table with a Lombardi-to-be is a conflict of interest. Back in the day, the Lombardis were the ones helping us, the New York families run circles around your nephews. They were the muscle Luciano called when the Capones got too big for their designer boots."

His voice was stern, cutting through the air with an accusing tone. Confusion clouded my mind. "Who are you talking about?" I asked, hoping to clarify the situation, but he seemed to ignore my question. "You might be in the wrong room, sir," I said calmly, trying to maintain composure despite the tension in the air. "Harvey Knight, Aria is my daughter. I am Rocco Marino," he declared, his words hitting me like a thunderbolt. Rocco Marino—the notorious mafia boss and one of the wealthiest CEOs in the business world. His nickname, "The Rock," resonated with fear and respect in the underworld.

He surveyed his audience to see if they would recognize them and was not surprised when he saw Lester's eyes widen. “Lester, do you know these people?” Baines asked. Lester gulped and shook his head vehemently, “But I've seen them in Ganghaven a few times.” There was no way he was telling his boss that he'd met those two the day before, and that he was even friendly with the man. Baines ignored Lester and continued, “Yesterday, we were able to identify them. The male is Asher Mason, the leader of a street gang known as the Sopranos.”

Richardson sounded lost. "Richardson.." before Alexander could ask what happened, the call was disconnected from the other end. "What happened?" Driston asked lazily from the couch he was lounging on. Alexander ignored him. Immediately he opened the dark web. He was bombarded with news of not just Richardson, but the other 6 panel members as well. Its trending and its the only news circulating everywhere. In one of the articles, he found Richardson's name, attached to another word, Gay. Alexander felt like he suddenly felt dizzy. The infamous Richardson who was one of the most feared Mafia bosses out there turned out to be a gay.

Unable to comprehend what this man is saying, I can only stare at him, baffled. "What does that even mean?" I asked. The man lifted a brow. "Exactly the way it sounds." My heart raced in my chest. Was this man saying he wanted me and not the money? But for what? "No, absolutely not!" My father chimed in. "Shoot me. I know precisely how your girls turn out. They all end up pregnant and spend the rest of their lives as mob wives." He said, shaking his head in refusal.

"You're already too late! Your unborn child with Mariella is already gone!" It was then that the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from deep within the warehouse, and a dignified, gray-haired man appeared. He glanced at Logan, as if he were regarding trash, before asking Stefano, "Is this the piece of filth who harmed my daughter, Stefano?" Stefano nodded and replied, "Yes, Don Lombardi." Logan's pupils dilated with sudden terror. He recognized the middle-aged man before him. He was none other than the Don of the Lombardi Famiglia, a figure whose occasional appearances in publications sent tremors through political and commercial sectors. He was Domenico Lombardi, a man rumored to control both

he asked, his eyes remaining on the tall, brooding man who walked into the room and pulled out a chair, sitting comfortably, while rubbing a stubble on his chin. The man before him had a presence that commanded authority, and if Chris feared anyone, he probably should be cowering by now because of the deathly stare Ernesto was throwing at him. Ernesto Fabio was a popularly known mob boss, an Italian breed, and a deadly man who would do anything to get what he wanted and would kill anyone who crossed his path to defy him—and right now, he had his eyes on someone who he couldn't wait to slaughter, and this person was no one other than Ben Carlo who had put his nephew in the hospital.

There was no way he was making the same mistake twice; he hadn’t even recovered from yesterday. "You don't know what this is?" Meyer asked, agitated. "Let me, Meyer," Florence said, taking the object. She sat on the sofa arm beside Zeno. "What he's trying to say is... we want you to kill Sebastian." She placed her hand on Zeno's thigh. Zeno's brain froze. Disbelief and shock were written all over his face. He could understand Meyer, but his own cousin? The mafia world was a crazy place. He was concerned for himself—these people were planning to turn him into a murderer! A few weeks ago, he was just a guy looking for a way to pay his Nana’s medical bills. Now, he was being hired as an assassi

"Thank you, but I don't want to talk about it now, if you don't mind." She nodded. "I hope you can sort it out." I hummed, not sure if he would want to. "Do you mind if I go with you to the ball?" "Of course not; come on, let's go. Johnny and Ciro will drive there themselves." We talked about the mafia and the Gravanos. I found out that they hadn't always been the number one mafia in the world until Johnny took over at a young age and became the capo. Mr. Gravano had always been abusive, but since little Viona passed away, he became more abusive and even started helping their opponents. Something sounded off about how Viona passed away, but I decided to keep quiet.

The red dots were gone. "Who are you and what do you want from me?" Roman asked. "Roman Gambino, the capo de grande of Vatos Latos. A fearless man who sold his daughter out to his foes. I am a present help in the time of distress. I have come to help you solve the malady you created for yourself." Who are you!?" He roared. "I am a dealer, you can call me a businessman. I rule the Russian mafia just like Banda Della rules the Italian mafia. I have come to offer help."