Gay Mobster Novels & Stories

Mike immediately walked in and closed the door behind him. "Boss, You were right..." he replied extending a tabloid towards Nathan. The tabloid had some of the recorded videos. "Michael is back..." Nathan's eyes narrowed as he saw the footage on the screen. Michael Grayson, aka Gaga, was like a sworn enemy to Nathan, leading one of the mafia gang in Italy. He was both dangerous and ruthless. Though Nathan was also related to the mafia, he always had his hands clean. Unlike him, Michael's gang deals with all sorts of illegal activities. Killing, smuggling improper contents were his normal businesses.

“I have a meeting to attend, and Valerio is occupied so you'll be accompanying me.” “Okay sir,” I said, nodding slowly. “Good,” he said, standing up. “We're leaving now.” We arrived at a grand estate, it was so heavily guarded I wondered who it was they were protecting until I saw him. Lorenzo Gambino. He was the Don of the Gambino Mafia, one of the five families in New York. He was also a ruthless monster. I wondered why we were in his house when a few days ago we found out he was trying to kill Ricardo.

Marisa admitted, her nervous smile betraying her uncertainty. Blade, maintaining her formidable demeanor, uncrossed and recrossed her legs, assuming a regal posture. "Well, I'll enlighten you about the Gambino family," she declared, her tone commanding attention. "We're the most feared mafia family globally. Only the heartless and the strongest individuals earn a place within our ranks." Blade paused, then rose to her feet.

Then I gestured to Kane to give his report. He then sat up, “They were professionals. The operation was too clean and too coordinated to be the work of mere street thugs.” “Names?” “Not yet. Whoever paid for it wanted you dead.” That earned quite a few looks from the men. But they knew better than to comment. Well not all of them because someone just couldn't resist. A young guy, whose name I couldn't remember, cleared his throat and said “Figures. You bring your boyfriend to a meeting once and get ambushed on your way back.”

he said, voice low and steady. “A few details?!” Svetlana stepped back, her voice rising with a mix of anger and disbelief. Her breathing quickened, and her eyes sparked with fury. “Like the fact that you’re the capo of this… this criminal organization?” Dante raised an eyebrow, a flash of irony playing on his lips. “Criminal organization? That sounds… bureaucratic.” “It’s not funny,” she snapped, folding her arms in a desperate attempt to regain some control. A dry, short laugh escaped him, but his expression quickly darkened.

It honestly made me sick to my stomach how everyone acted but my father was right, sinners would only do business in a place of sin. I took a seat across from Dante just as he finally came down some brunette's throat that was nothing but skin and bones. Just a withering drug addict sucking his dick to get another fix from his stash. The filthy human I brought here to do business with looked like the stereotypical Italian mobster with a thick NY accent. He threw me a grin grunting in pleasure then pushed the girl off him. His fingers pulled out of the girl next to him and he adjusted his pants. Definitely not shaking his hand or ever sitting anywhere on that couch, ever.

He asked sarcastically "I'm going to blow your brain Lorenzo!" Paolo lashed out and lorenzo gave his evil smile. "You see, princess, Paolo used to be a member of the Mafia group in Noto. He's worked with us for 15 years now. That's even before he met you. He has killed so many people, women, children, men. Oh, I remember the day he killed a young girl. She pleaded with him but he shot that bullet into her brain. She was looked just like Anna here."

“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.”

Ross stepped into the mansion’s main hall, clutching a tablet. Emilio crossed the room in a few long strides. "What is it?" "One of the vehicles used in the attack turned up in a garage," Ross said, gesturing to the screen. "I traced the registration. It belongs to a woman with ties to a known gangster outfit." Emilio frowned, his brow furrowing. "Which one? I thought we’d already cleared those low-level syndicates out of this territory." "They’re operating out of the outskirts, keeping far enough away to stay under the radar," Ross explained. "I suspect our enemies hired them as proxies. They didn't want to engage us directly; they’re using these crews to ensure there's no direct trail lead

After everything that has happened between us, learning what he does for work is the last thing I’m worried about. “I’m an enforcer for the Gambino gang. I hurt people for a living.” My first instinct should be to run and never look back because what normal person isn’t afraid of someone who admits they’re in a mafia gang and hurts people without so much as batting an eye? Not me. If Ace had told me this the first day I woke up in that cabin, I would have shaken in my boots and stayed as far away from him as possible.