Italian Mafia Books Novels & Stories

Luca Martinelli was the fucking boogeyman. "Bloody smart idiot," I grumbled under my breath as I gave up looking for any information on him. From what I saw on Antonio's search, he was the Don of the Martinelli familia. The biggest crime family of the Italian, Russian, and Mexican mafias. I didn't want to admit but I was impressed. Luca covered his tracks well, making it seem like the Martinelli familia fell after Antonio's sudden disappearance. I sighed, having seen enough, and closed all tabs, removing everything from the search history too.

"No Shawn, I can't use you, you know you are the most intellegent, funny... beautiful- not as handsome as my Xavier though" The smile on his face fell, "Then I can't help you" he said jokingly "Okay you are the most handsome man in the world" "Lying doesn't change anything, so tell me what you want" "I want to have a conversation with you" "A conversation with me, well what an honour, I'm all ears" "Okay, so it's something about this Mafia stuff" "I knew it, you really are a curious little kitten aren't you?" "I just needed to know these few things. So I read many stories of how the Mafia stuff runs, and I think there was a part that really disturbed ne, you know the bloody sheets thing"

Dario Dante has been quiet since Serena revealed who her mother was. If this was a shock to me, I don’t even want to know how Dante must feel right now. I know the burning of the Muratori heirs was like a stain on Dante’s life - he killed all those responsible, but the damage was done. After this, his infamy as il Drago grew, and he was known as the most vicious mafia leader.

“Five fucking years you’ve been feeding Drago everything. My routes. My people. My wife’s schedule. Everything.” Romano spat blood onto Matteo’s shirt. “You made it easy, boss. One fiery girl walks through the wrong door and the great Matteo Bellini starts thinking with his cock instead of his head. Paid her father’s debt. Let her sleep under your roof. Fucked her while Giulia packed her bags like a good little wife.” His eyes slid to me, gleaming with malice. “She’s the weakness. Not me.” Matteo’s hand tightened. The veins in his forearm bulged. For one terrifying heartbeat I thought he was going to crush Romano’s windpipe right there.

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I knew that the men wouldn’t dare try hurting her on safe grounds, but I would rather they not throw smart remarks that would have her rethink about my explanation about the mafia yesterday. She already knew that some of the men sold women for a living, and despite me being against that. The maximum that I could do is ensure that no auctions were made where I was, and despite them happening from time to time, I was always sure to try and stop them before time. The last auction at LA was simply made because a certain Italian don needed to be killed, and judging by that fact; I was sure not to head there as not to ruin things for the allying mafia family.

We all had our own individual interests; drugs, money laundering, fuel siphoning, black market operations, hitmen, The three C's were the distributors of illegal machinery and tech. And I had my gem and precious metals. That is how we became the circle of seven. We all offered something different so we didn't butt heads for competition. Instead, we helped each other put down the competition. But even though we were allies we could still turn on each other. The saying keep your friends close and your enemies closer had great meaning in this business. There was no room to breathe and only a select few people you could trust.

Europe. For most of the young people in that crowded neighborhood, the quest for the American dream took the form of illegal gambling, bootlegging and bootlegging. The East Side, therefore, The Mob Girl 16 became a haven for bandits and, ultimately, the birthplace of the Mafia, both Italian and Jewish. During the 1930s and 1940s, Arlyne's father made his fortune through scams, but his main desire was to have his two daughters respected. The youngest opted for a life of righteousness. In her position as older sister, Arlyne had the opportunity to do the same, but declined and preferred to follow the example of her maternal grandmother, owner of a funeral home in the neighborhood and a woman

He asks when tons of questions keep stabbing him from inside. “Yes, I am.” “How dare you enter my house?” His presence billows Jacob’s heart from the inside, but he tries to stay calm. Henry’s gaze has trailed all over the house, that is reflecting the wish of seeing someone in particular. The living room is the same as before; nothing has changed at all. The color of the walls, the decoration of the living room, the cozy, comfortable couch with the pillows printed with the art of two little boys—everything is the same as before, just the pattern of the relationship has been changed brutally. Controlling all the emotions that have been raised a while ago, his gaze falls on Jacob. “Calm down,

My father spoke out as he wiped a tear from his eyes from laughing so hard. “What is it?” I asked shortly. The familiar pain in my heart was returning, and I needed to see if Allegra’s letter came today. “As you know, the Italian and American Mafias have never been so successful, profitable, and organized.” Xavier spoke out as he leaned back in his chair. I walked back over to the bottle of whiskey and poured myself another glass.