Gay Mobster Novels & Stories

“They hired a Russian mobster who played me horrible. I managed to turn the situation around and not get so hurt, but this one is capable of anything. It's a real animal. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. “Do you understand why I really need someone to trust, Mina?” He asks me in his broken voice. “I feel like everyone wants to hurt me. I've done horrible things in my life, but this last time I've tried to fix it by getting all this shit out of me, trying to cut ties with these people, but they're the worst scum that can exist in the world.” “Black... That Russian mobster who played you is…” “Yes, Mina. He's Mikael Sydow's own son of a bitch.”

''He doesn't deserve to like someone like me. ''Alex... ''We were interrupted with the new henchmen entering. ''This conversation ends here. I look at them all. ''Who is the boy that Heitor hired? '' I ask already irritated. The boy takes a step forward. ''It is me. ''He says with confidence, it even pissed me off. ''Why the fuck did you hire rapists and pedophiles? '' I question quite curious. ''Well, this is the mafia, the mafia has to have that kind of people.

In his mansion gathered all sorts of exotic animals from all over the world, both dead and alive, it was the only hobby he had in life, besides that, everything was business for him. One of the recent business deal he had taken was a marriage proposal. Yes, it was probably one of the craziest transaction he had ever made, it was one done purely on physical impulse. He had heard of Grigory Orlovsky before and the two had been well acquaintance, but he had never thought there would ever come a day where he would be a son in law to that man. Yes, he was a mafia leader, a minor mafia organization, but still an impactful one.

I've decided to take away what's most important to him so that he can't hurt any more girls. Then, he turned around and strode out of the lobby to make a call. Sean stared, gaping, at the man who was on the phone outside the hospital, his entire body frozen in shock. A split second later, he turned to stare at Bonnie. "Your… Your friend? What does he do for a living?" "He's a gangster," Gwen answered before Bonnie could even open her mouth. "He's my boyfriend and the head honcho of all the gangs in Merchant City.

He carried himself like an unhinged, bloodthirsty animal driven by nothing but chaos and bloodlust but the few times I interacted with him one on one, it was obvious that he was smarter than he let people see. Among her other admirers were Jason Drakatos; godfather of the greek mafia, Enzo Gonzalez; capo dei Capi of the Columbian cartel, and Chrisos Dos Santos, important head of the diamond smuggling syndicate, just to mention a few, each powerful in their own way.

She looked at me and when she realized that I was not going to be the one answering, she slid her gaze back to Mario. He sighed. “GC is Grande Capo, he is the Italian mafia boss here in NYC. Santiano is Ty’s old boss back in D.C., he owed GC some money and for interest, he handed Tyler to GC. Although,” Mario paused and locked his eyes with mine. A frown appeared on his forehead. “I still do not understand why he did that. I thought he considered your friend Lucas as his own flesh and blood and he knows how close you are to Lucas.”

“A drug gang.” Her jaw clenched. “You run a drug gang?” I nodded once. “Yes.” A beat of silence. Then— “You run a fucking drug gang??” Her voice rose, and I swore Ivy twitched in her crib. “Kelly…” She threw her hands up. “Oh, so you’re not just some CEO, or a businessman, or a mysterious man who works late nights, you’re a whole drug lord??” I dragged a hand down my face. “Not lord. That’s dramatic.”

The door of the study jolting open and The sight of Richard Gambino walking into the study with his bodyguard made him stand straighter more alert. "Sir!" He gave a salute with a stomp of his foot. Richard Gambino was a major in the army during the Cold War before he was in the mafia, he deserved the soldier's respect no matter his crimes. "At ease lieutenant" Richard said taking a seat on the leather couch spreading his arms over the back support of the couch and putting one leg over the other. Richard Gambino was an average height man 5'9 at most with an average body, a slight potbelly and silver hair. There were wrinkles on his face and frown lines on his forehead indicating the burden be

Aston started shifthing through his aquantences. “Not even close.” I said, looking at him. “That’s an Italian name….” Carson finally said. “Correct. Sir Joe Gambino is the head of the Italian Mafia family and is Vin’s uncle.” No on said as word as they stared at me. Not moving an inch, only Alec and I sat back and allowed them to accept this reality. “The mafia is in the U.S?” Aston asked in a whisper.

Guilt was a cancer, dangerous enough to eat a man up from within. He was a sworn protector of mankind yet as a mobster mankind was nothing more than an obstacle. Ted sighed inwardly as he watched them. They eyed him warily. He once again had to deal with ruthless men like this. These men had more influence on matters of state and the country’s finances than the government. “Sit gentlemen.” The oldest of the three, carrying a gilded walking stick watched him with steely dark eyes. “Who are you?” “You will know soon enough,” Ted told them then his gaze turned equally direct. “Joe Gotti, Michael Luciano, Lucky Pavarotti.” His gaze was piercing as he recited all their names.