Good Mafia Books Novels & Stories

I ask him, he had every single book around here, all genres and all kinds. "I like mafia books, want to read this one?" he ask picking one for the two of us, I nodded, taking the book from him, it's called "Monster in his eyes". "Let's begin my little mafia," I say with a smile, I took a seat o the sofa, allowing him to sit next to me, he had his legs laying over my lap, while I read the story about the mafia, about how the boss fell in love with the girl. "The Vitale are asses!" Eliot says, making me roll my eyes, sure, I love a mafia story, but reading about humans who are such a badass as Eliot put it, only made me feel pissed.

No daylight, no damn ventilation, just me, four walls, and the lingering scent of piss and betrayal. I wasn’t chained up like some criminal. No, they wanted me alive enough to bleed slowly. I clenched my jaw, as my thoughts drifted somewhere else with blood crusted at the corner of my mouth, the metallic taste making me growl. The only thing ringing in my head louder than the news broadcast was one word: Alessia and The White Book. That file was my damn insurance policy and my last resort to destroy everything that existed in the Mafia Family. A powerful ledger so vile, so goddamn explosive it would make the FBI piss their pants and make the Mafia run for cover.

Two Days Later Donato told me about Giuseppe Lombardi, Il Grande Capo. He is a very respected man and was the father of Renzo Lombardi, who unfortunately died over a year ago. After his son's death, he retired from his position but still maintains all his businesses, some of which he has entrusted to his most loyal men. Tonight, we are going to his club, The Underworld, a place where many mobsters gather to do business, and occasionally, this ends in problems, although they always try to avoid it so as not to bother Giuseppe.

Hideous asked, which made Kyle and Keisley look at each other and wait for George's answer. George took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding to Hideous's question. He nodded his head. "Yes," he admitted, his voice steady, and he did not even have a hint of hesitation. Well, Sherly trusts them and does him. "I am part of the mafia, but I'm not the boss. The boss is my best friend, and I serve as his second in command." Second in command? Isn't it still considered a boss? There's only one person above him; it's the real owner of the mafia. Then now, he is telling them that he isn't the boss?

We have nine more hours to go. I just hope that I will be able to take care of my baby in this country with no drama. Honestly, I don't know the mafia leaders of America. I have never been interested because they are always so quiet and never start fights. When they have a disagreement with another mafia, it is believed that they sit down and negotiate a way to stop the war. In my stay in the country, I will meet with them at least once since I want to go back to assassination as soon as Jazzy turns two. I took my laptop and started getting into the American mafia systems. I needed to know how long from my mansion to theirs and so that I don't run into them without knowing who they are.

If so I need to get the girls away from them as quickly and humanely as possible. They're not good guys though they may seem it on the outside inside they don't give a shit about anyone but themselves ever since Maulvey’s sister committed suicide they became the most deadly drug dealer assassin and I feel that a storm is coming and the worst one in history one that can cause a war between the mafia and the drug lords. There has already been some ruckus about Dreads death and if they are blaming either of these two girls as well as the Greens they will take their ultimate revenge and it won't be pretty.

DANTE’S POV Ever since I’d witnessed what my actions could cost my family, and how much damage it would cause that would take time to be cleaned up, I quit. Dear reader, you must be wondering what did I quit, well, the strong, profound and bad ass Dante Moritto quit from being a Mafia. I’d cleared all my boys by the time I’d returned from jail. Behind the cell bars, where I had no contact with the outside world and without power to protect my family from some of the messes I had created. I knew that it was time, time to call in quits. Everything, the drugs, the trafficking, the web, I closed all my accounts, the Great Dante Moritto had retired.

Gunfire erupted without warning. Matteo shoved me behind a heavy marble column, returning fire with deadly precision. Two of Drago’s men dropped. I raised my pistol, hands shaking, and fired at a shadow rushing our flank. The recoil jarred my arms, but the man stumbled. Matteo charged forward like a wounded beast, tackling another attacker and smashing his fist repeatedly into the man’s face until blood sprayed across the marble floor.

He is a TRILLIONAIRE! Not only that, but he is also a Mafia boss. However, surprisingly, his mafia doesn't engage in killing like other criminal organizations. Instead, he protects people, which has earned him many enemies, or so I've heard. To be honest, I don't know much about him, and I have never really bothered to find out. This is because of what happened between us five years ago, on my birthday. Jessica and I made a pact to get extremely drunk on our 20th birthday. It was on that day that I met Bryan for the first time. Despite being my brother's best friend, I had never crossed paths with him before, unlike Jessica, who had spent a lot of time with him while growing up. This was bef

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books