Gay Mobster Novels & Stories

"Marry her? Wow, finally, the Smith family has begun to act like men. I never thought I'd live to see this day." The voice was cold and commanding, sending an involuntary chill down my spine. I turned slowly, catching sight of everyone around me wearing the same expression-shock, disbelief, maybe even a hint of fear. Madame Elena Gambino stood there, her smirk sharp as a blade, flanked by members of the infamous Gambino family-the most notorious mafia clan in the city. They strode into the church like they owned the place, each step oozing with the kind of confidence that came from years of wielding power.

Richardson sounded lost. "Richardson.." before Alexander could ask what happened, the call was disconnected from the other end. "What happened?" Driston asked lazily from the couch he was lounging on. Alexander ignored him. Immediately he opened the dark web. He was bombarded with news of not just Richardson, but the other 6 panel members as well. Its trending and its the only news circulating everywhere. In one of the articles, he found Richardson's name, attached to another word, Gay. Alexander felt like he suddenly felt dizzy. The infamous Richardson who was one of the most feared Mafia bosses out there turned out to be a gay.

After so many days, i have finally learnt to walk normally after his Hardcore sex. Before he comes out I quickly washed myself and wore my dress. I grabbed my purse and Ran downstairs and finally out of the mansion. This house will always haunt me, this is not house it's a hell for me and That man is Lucifer. Dominick Moretti, Italian mob boss. I hate working for him but at the same time I am proud of myself that I am knowledgeable enough to work with him. I am his personal accountant. I manage his accounts. And this is what keeping me and my father alive.

Shay no longer scared him and she laughed when he told them that he imagined that as soon as Tulio recovered, she would kill him: "Well, you should be afraid of him," she laughed and pointed at Tulio, "He's a thousand times more dangerous than me. Why do you think I asked you to take care of him?" Mr. Camilo widened his eyes at Tulio, who waved his hand, indicating that she was lying. "It's true, sir Camilo. He is none other than the famous Incendiary Boy - and seeing that the man did not know who he was talking about, she clarified - He, Tulio, is one of the biggest gangsters in the country!"

Gianluca Martelli, an Italian Mafia lord based in New York could be seen making his way out of his company and into the car that was waiting for him. He was a handsome man with deep blue eyes that reminded one of the deep blue seas. He was built like a demigod, with height-6'5. He had a chiseled jawline too. His eyebrows were neatly carved. His light skin which was almost pale did well in complimenting his deep blue eyes.

Linden warned me. The line between her brows deepened as she turned to me. “That guy who called Gabe?” “Trust me. It makes her feel better to know the truth. It sets her free. That’s what happened to me when I got to know the truth. And I picked up quickly.” I faced Willa again. “Yeah. A future grand mafia don. He is groomed to take over the family business in Russia.” “A mafia? Like—” “The Godfather. I like that movie.” Lynx crossed his arms over his chest. “The Irishman. Damn, De Niro is a god. John Wick is dope.”

She could tell they were having fun, but she was just getting started. While Coochie was offering premium entertainment to her perverted customers, someone else was arriving at her location at that exact hour who had no intention of having any fun, but, was more keen and hellbent on spoiling someone else's. Just outside the building of Tequila, the strip club where Coochie was presently performing, with the moon shining brightly and the mid-February winter in full force, a black 1979 Lincoln Continental pulled up. Out of the front passenger seat came a young man in a brown coat and hat, who in turn went to open the door of the right, rear passenger seat. Then, out of that door came another m

Who he was didn't matter; what mattered was helping him before it was too late. [Tomorrow Morning] After I tended to his wound once more, he chose to leave. I mentioned he could stay until he healed, but he insisted on going home. Perhaps he wasn't at ease in this small place, so I simply let him go. As he approached the door, he turned to me again. "What's your name again?" "Peony, sir. Peony Sinclair," I answered. "Thank you for treating me, Peony. I won't forget this, and I promise to repay you someday. I'm Mattia Luigi D'Amato," he introduced himself, offering his hand.

Eunice “The leader of Glyph has been trying to contact me,” Mitch said as we all huddled in the headquarters. The three of us waited and listened to what our leader was about to say but I guess all of us knew what Mitch was going to say. “They want a collaboration.” Glyph is the second most powerful male gang. Next to Ventrex. I heard that Glyph lost five consecutive fights with Ventrex. As a matter of fact, no gang has ever won against Ventrex.

She showed me books about Corey and his family, literally starting from the first edition to the last book and what shocked me wasn't the fact that Corey's parents weren't always mafia, they had a decent job and made an honest living, something happened that caused them to change and their lifestyle made them and Corey accept a life of crimes. Being Mafia lords and ladies, the last Mafia lady before Corey died and Corey stands to take the olden gem of the last Mafia lady, that gem doesn't just signify the next heir, it provides royalty and compels the other families to bow down and worship the supreme lord, which is Corey.