Gay Mobster Novels & Stories

he wiped my tears before he looked at the moisture on his finger and I watched as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it, "hm, salty..." "Please, Octavious, I won-" He shook his head in disappointment as he placed his finger on my lips again to silence me, "you've said enough, my little star," he silenced me with a tender tone, "but you can't fight the inevitable. Now, we have been destined to be together since the day that you were born. Do you want to know why you're here?" he waited for a response so I nodded my head, "your father and I were a part of a gang called The Cobalt Wolverine Syndicate," he chuckled, "it was a silly name, the silliest I've ever heard in my life but we

His skin is unexpectedly smooth. “The flower shop?!” I exclaim. Alex grins from ear to ear. I should have guessed! That is not a very common name around here: “I Fiori di Vittorio” the front for Vittorio Ricci’s dirty mafia gang. They have flower shops all over town and in other parts of the country too, which probably cover all of their illegal operations. Those employees in suits are not florists, they are mobsters! I’ll never set a foot in those shops ever again.

I'm familiar with most gangsters, so just in case. ''He had long hair, an ugly scarred face, and rough tattooed hands. Oh, and he was dressed in traditional robes.'' ''Oh, that's...'' Nikolai recognized the gangster right away after hearing the description. Yes, he was sure...it was none other than Hester Roswell's biggest rival; Satoru Miyamoto. He was an Alpha gangster in his early 60s and was famous for his drugs.

I was a little worried about her response, but I decided to keep cool. She leaned back on the chair before starting the story. FLASHBACK ANASTASIA HUNTER POV My father, Gilbert Hunter, the former Capo dei Carpi of New York, was a ruthless man who ruled New York for years with no one daring to challenge him. His years of iron-fist rule laid the foundation of what we are today, built the Hunter dynasty to its recent glory, and made it a name that brings terror to our enemies. If you think Mace is ruthless, then Dad was a demon forged in the bowels of hell. His only weakness was that he didn't have a son; my mom died a few months after my birth, and my dad didn't bother to remarry. He invested

"Children always come first don't they?" Yeah they do. That's why you so easily handed your first born over to your rival. Someone please give me a paper bag. I feel like to gag. Agatha almost feels like to say it but instead keeps her thoughts to herself, but the look in Cameron's face says he must be thinking the same. For Gustav Russo had mainly hit fame after word spread about a certain Mafia leader trading his own first born for power, earning him the title of the most ruthless mafia in Italy.

Chapter 2 That Night That night, back at the hotel, the three brothers were still looking for their younger brother when he stumbled down the hall. Liam Michael Yung, Ethan Akio Yung, Noah Kali Yung, and Xavier Theo Yung... the four quadruplets born to the Yung family. Shiho Eiko Yung was their father and Hana Mei (Aki) Yung their mother. Shiho was the fifth generation of the underground mafia warlords. His ancestors, along with Hana’s, were among the first to start the organization.

I started the car and headed for her hotel, my mind racing. She opened the door, her face grim. I stepped in wordlessly and she shut it firmly behind me. "Molly, there's something you need to know about Declan Shaughnessy," she said bluntly. "One of my clients knows him well from his former life in New York. Declan is a crime boss in the Irish mafia." I stared at her; sure I'd misheard. "What? No, Declan owns a security company, he told me ..." I trailed off at the pity in her eyes.

She questioned him, not understanding his type of person. If he wanted to play Captain America it's only right that he knew what trouble his family was going to be in as a result of his recklessness. He turned to face her one last time. “They are a Mafia conglomerate , they control all criminal activities here in New York City and back in Sicily. That's why trying to get them is hard.” Mr. Harris seemed like he was deeply in thoughts, which he was. This was a breakthrough in his investigation and with what Vanessa was just saying would help tremendously to identify that criminal.

"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."