Gay Mobster Novels & Stories

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.

He glowered, shooting daggers at Livia “Vitali…no, I would…never “ She stuttered, looking around for help but no one was willing to involve themselves in her mess and get in more trouble “I’d be the judge of that. Let’s focus on this now, listen up everyone , I wouldn’t repeat this . The next time any of you comes to my house and doesn’t get an approval from me, you have no business getting in. Understood?” He roared “Yes boss “They all nodded in unison I looked at their faces. They were all terrifying mafia members, I found it fascinating how much they respected Vitali. “I’d be back shortly. Livia get Mary and make sure everyone is entertained “ he ordered and she nodded

I just need to stay positive and keep my eyes open. ---------------------------------------------- Gate Club Paris I was sitting near the bar, waiting for a man with so many guards. I knew he was a powerful man, and my boss said he had ties to the Mafia, so he must be with so many men behind him, as we saw in movies, so I kept looking at the entrance, waiting for a man like this.

He knew there was a deep meaning in what he said and he wanted nothing more than to find out what really was in those words. "For as long as I can remember, Michael has been a thorn in my flesh. He tortured me and dealt with me for years both physically and mentally and you think I am going to allow him to die the easy way? Just like that?" Connor snapped. Bruno took a step back as if only just realizing who he was talking to. He had underestimated this man sitting before him. He had forgotten that the man sitting before him was a deadly man, a billionaire and a mafia lord who controlled thousands of men and thousands of properties and he knew not to talk to him anyhow he liked because he co

I couldn't help but wonder about the violent past that had marked him with such an ugly scar. I wasn't naive; everyone knew of the Reapers Ring, a notorious Mafia gang masquerading as a tech company in the New York City’s shadows. They had law enforcement in their pocket, making them virtually untouchable. The identity of their enigmatic boss was shrouded in secrecy, known only by the name Lorenzo McLaren, the feared Mafia Lord. Rumors about him filled the city, tales of unspeakable horrors and the brutal path he took to attain his position of unchallenged power. Even the city's Mayor groveled at his feet like a dog. The only recognizable figure affiliated with this dark underworld was Giova

Dante snarls. “Well, if it isn’t baby Luciano.” Gabbi steps inside, calm as can be. “I wish I could say it’s a pleasure. Especially watching you harass someone who’s very important to me.” Gabriele Reina. Youngest son of New York’s second most powerful mafia don. The city’s most eligible bachelor. And my first love. The boy who left me behind to become his father’s heir in Italy. Sophomore year. My heart never really recovered. No wonder Dante’s seeing red. He barrels into Gabbi’s personal space and grabs his collar.

I was startled when a sports car went by me at such a fast pace that it made me jump in surprise. How weird, there are too many expensive cars going around the city. Usually, we would see them in the capital but it would be unusual to find quite a lot of them here. There were also a lot of men in suits that were scattered around that it creeps the hell out of me I feel like there is a mafia running this city, there is no doubt about it. There is one side of this city where there are many illegal activities taking place and the location is near the red light district.

I hadn’t been brave enough to ask, not wanting to draw attention to my curiosity. I set down my wine glass and reached for my laptop. I powered it up and began searching for information on Roman Lysander. The top search results were filled with accolades and flattering phrases: donations, essays about his upbringing, and his rise to becoming a multibillionaire. Everything seemed polished and typical. But the aura of danger I had sensed around him pushed me to dig deeper. I found articles suggesting his possible connections to organized crime—references to a group known as "The Family," a term associated with the Italian mafia.

She stared at him in anger while stepping out. "How has my plan failed? How did Vicente let Samantha go? How has she come back?" "Darling, you are messing with the wrong person. I can't hurt you because I like you but I can definitely hurt Aaron." He smiled devilishly. After some time. Samantha, Martin, and Peter gathered in one room. "Tell me, what’s the problem between my father and Aaron's father?" She asked Martin "Aaron's father's name is Lucas. He was the godfather of the mafia of Italy before he died. "

ELENA DUVAL Dimitri held my hand as he shut the bedroom door behind us. “Why do you have a picture, Ivan Gambino,” My gaze briefly went over the other pictures I had picked up from the table before leaving. Confusion etched in my face as I met with Dimitri's. “He's a Slovakian. Part of the Mafia. The Slovakian don himself,” Dimitri straightened. “He took over after I killed his brother, Boris Gambino,”