Gay Mobster Novels & Stories

.... William's gang ended up winning, and Leo, the leader of the skulls and bones gang, was booked, as well as Natasha, the leader of the spiders gang, and some important members were booked there such as deputy leaders and important pillars And, of course, William's gang imposed a lot of penalties on the two gangs, including the extradition of some nightclubs and ownership of some hotels, and the gangs did so because their failure to do so means that Leo and Natasha will remain detained.

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.”

“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

“I vaguely remember them. I certainly was never friends with them or part of the fraternity, I wasn’t really frat material, but the more I consider it the more those names are becoming clearer in my mind.” “My family thinks Alexander is so extraordinary, and he can’t do anything wrong. I guess I felt like I had something to prove, even though I honestly can’t stand those girls or the whole sorority scene. They’re nothing but a bunch of mean, spiteful girls.” He was silent for another moment. “I was just starting my doctoral work when they were here. There were rumors that they were all connected to organized crime families.” I cringed shifting uncomfortably on the sofa. I could pussyfoot aro

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.

Like the good boy he ought to be. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll make you feel good. Just like old times…” ***** I want to take this moment to remind us that Sal has always been a troubled man, dealing with his demons one way or the other. Every scar he ever endured, he never healed from them. Like many of us, he just buried them. Ignored them. Never faced them, or never healed them. The Mafia business is something he devotes himself to, so he feels a semblance of strength and control over all the chaos he battles under the surface.