Italian Mafia Books Novels & Stories

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt

He’d been silenced after trying to pull out of a deal with Diego. “De Luca tried to leave the Circle. And Diego had him executed,” Alex said. “That’s what I found in Carlo’s encrypted archive. That’s what Diego is trying to bury.” Sophia stared at the documents, the puzzle pieces snapping into place. “All this time,” she whispered, “he wasn’t trying to control the mafia. He was building something bigger. Global. Untouchable.” Alex nodded. “And we’re the last threat standing in his way.” Just then, one of the side doors opened, and Dominic entered, looking disheveled, his shirt streaked with mud and his knuckles bruised.

Not wanting to let her go so soon. Fuck. What am I getting myself into? "I'll think about it. I have to go to work, but you need to drop me off at my house first." ***** Author: This chapter is a bonus. For the new Mafia book about Leonardo and Amber #spoileralert #therewillbenomoreleoandemilie #stillmoreplotsahead #kenandbarbieforever Angelica: Oh hell yes! And soon it'll be Ivan and me, right? Ivan: Well, maybe if you stop dancing with strangers

I know we all want to know what happened next on Lidia and Bruno’s part but why don’t you grab a box of popcorn and let journey together into the mafia world part. Thank you for reading, you all mean a lot to me. And let me quickly remind us of their names again: Bruno the ice king Lorenzo the tall man Matador the blacksmith Alarico the balancer accountant Gennado the old wolf Salvatore the ghost money laundering Gravino the cleaner

The ledger. My mind flashed back to that rainy afternoon weeks before my engagement, when I’d slipped into my father’s study and found the plain black leather book I wasn’t supposed to see. I’d only opened it for a second, but the entries were seared into me: payments to the Ivanovs, timed to fabricate a debt that never existed; a note in my father’s sharp, slanted handwriting about how the “Ivanov problem” would be solved by “the Moretti wolf.” He hadn’t just sold me to Dante. He had engineered the entire collapse, and used me as the final sacrifice to bury a rival family. The whiskey scent clinging to Dante’s breath suddenly twisted into the stench of betrayal.

one of the books will be about Francesca Luciano and Gianpaolo De Santis, called To Tame my Mafia husband. Here's the blurb as a little spoiler. She ends up taming the ruthless Mafia's heart. Francesca Luciano was forced to marry a man whom she had never met. Rumors said that he kills without batting an eyelash. Burnt down buildings and massacred people who went against him. Kidnaps girls because he's a slimy old pervert. To escape from this forced arranged marriage, Francesca tried every trick in the book. But she didn't expect her slimy old pervert husband to have dangerously sharp jaws, piercing grey eyes and strong tattooed hands that ignite fire whenever they touched her in places that

‘This book is about the Italian Mafia, which is based mainly on the Italian mainland and Sicily. As such, when the main characters talk to each other sometimes it is in Italian, if you do not understand Italian I have translated the words into English in the brackets. The Italian speech is to make the storyline more authentic and I believe it enhances it. It will not distract from your enjoyment of the plot or the characters. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you

It was a text from Damon wishing me goodnight. ************** ~Trisha’s POV~ Sitting at the centre of the living room with a glass of red wine in my hand, I listened as my brother, Matteo, leaned back on the couch opposite me, his eyes scanning a thick stack of papers. “This is everything from the past quarter,” he said, tossing the documents onto the table between us. “Gianni’s businesses are clean on the surface, but I’m telling you, there’s something shady going on with their new shipping routes.”

“But a word of warning, sweetheart—don’t try to play me. You won’t like the outcome.” I didn’t answer. Instead, I opened the first book, my fingers trembling slightly at the sight of my father’s signature on the first page. Every number, every note, was a piece of a puzzle I wasn’t sure I wanted to solve. But there was no turning back. For Nico. For myself. I would find the truth—even if it meant going up against Marco Vallardi and the world he ruled. Carla led me to an adjoining room, a space filled with screens and servers that looked like something out of a spy movie.

Romanian Mafia; the fuckers were linked directly to Alberto Moretti when he was still Underboss. A collective gasp rippled through the room, and the tension instantly multiplied. The news was shocking, but since I have their attention now, I might as well continue. “My father mentioned that someone has been skimming profits from our joint operations, playing us all for fools,” I continued. “But since he could never obtain the evidence of this, I decided to put a plan into place. Last night it yielded results and I am prepared to retaliate.” Allesandro, a burly man with a thick Brooklyn accent, spoke up. “Giovanni, how do we know they're to blame? What evidence do you have?”