Gay Mobster Novels & Stories

His face was not visible because of how dark the office was, the only source of light was a little candle light by the corner of the room. "Tell her to come closer." His deep voice rung out, his voice was laced with so much authority and command. Gabriel Santos was the most feared mafia lord to ever exist in Chicago. I never imagined a day would come when I would stand in front of the man who murdered my parents and seized my older brother as his captive. I felt anxious but at the same time, I felt like my revenge plan was taking a nice turn, I was the doctor who saved his life, I knew that he was going to treat me right because of how much he valued his life.

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.

“Not always, huh?” His expression is pensive. “Maybe never.” He cocks his head. “In my business, you needed a rep to keep people in line. Everyone in Boston understood you didn’t mess with the De Luca family. First, because my old man was such a terror, and then because I was even worse.” There isn’t a hint of remorse in his words. “You’re proud of that.” I cross my arms and stare at him.

Redoing a summary of my life I realize that there is no happier moment than this one, meeting Amy again was like having back a little piece of me that had been ripped off. My desire was to stay there glued to her the whole time but my duty called me, I reluctantly moved away from her and spent the whole morning trapped in the office with Aníbal and two of my security guards. ___"" Do you really think it will work? ___" I'm sure anibal was 15 years of legacy, every mobster around italy and the world knows and fears el diablo, they won't deny me support so easily, people from the south will support us you bet book a dinner with di Paolo

The mafia side built empires on the things those systems couldn't see. By 7:45 I was in the Maybach again, heading to the Bronx warehouse. Marco drove silent. I scrolled messages ,rival moves in Queens, a shipment delay in Jersey, a name I hadn't heard in years Enzo Bianchi surfacing in whispers.I closed the tablet. Some ghosts you didn't chase. You waited for them to come to you.Warehouse district smelled of rust and salt water. Luca waited outside the loading dock, cigarette between his fingers."Boss," he said, falling in step. "Everything's accounted for. No leaks.""Good."Inside crates stacked high, men in black jackets unloading discreetly. I walked the rows, checking seals. One crate h

I locked eyes with him waiting for his lips to start moving. "It's the Gambino's. They have Gian and his men captured in New York. They want to negotiate a deal." That motherfucking Gambino family has been rubbing me the wrong way for the past few weeks now, they were like an irritating rash, but now they are starting to fuck with my money, my business, my familia. "They are still going on about us operating on their turf."

Our bodyguards remain vigilant, serving as a constant reminder of the tension and potential for violence in the air. Arriving at the table, I remain composed, knowing better than to extend a handshake to Bobby and Paul Vincenzio, given our history. The Antonovich Brothers and the Chicago Outfit have been bitter enemies, with the Antonovich brothers kidnapping Bobby’s wife and putting a hit on him. However, Bobby broke Omerta and orchestrated a raid on Velvet Handcuffs, resulting in the arrest of the Antonovich Brothers and the dismantling of their illegal operations in Chicago.

"Let’s welcome our brother who’s been lost to the snare of Lilith, a woman filled with deception—the temptress herself." Dontrell rolled his eyes but didn’t acknowledge my jab. Instead, he strode toward the left corner of the rooftop, where a round glass table sat, its hard-styled décor sharp and imposing. Five sleek chairs surrounded it. Beside it stood a life-sized bronze statue of Vito Genovese, a 20th-century mafia boss who ruled the Genovese crime family with absolute control—like a puppet master.

' You'll soon know who she belongs to. " Good morning, sir. " Gabby said and rested his laptop on the table. " Morning, " He nodded and picked up the laptop, and placed it on his lap. " Anything new. " He asked, moving his fingers on the laptop. " Yes, sir. Italian mobsters are visiting next week. " Gabby said.

You never cared about anyone else. "It's how you should be in the mafia!" He responded, his jaw clenched and his eyes locked on me, "It's either you or no one!" "Well, now you have no one to get you out of this." I smirked, taking out my dagger from my hostler since I was still dressed up from that party, "I'm gonna take over the Russian Mafia, after I kill you." "You won't dare to kill me," he rolled his eyes, "I'm your father and you're my daughter!" He shouted which made me laugh darkly, "Sean was your son and Michael was my best friend—you didn't hesitate before shooting them, you bloody asshole!"