Italian Mob Books Novels & Stories

***** POWER AND TEMPTATION MAFIA SERIES( romance/erotic/betrayal)************ - BOOK 1 ITALIAN MAFIA -ITALIAN MAFIA 2/ SHES'S STILL MINE ************INDIVIDUAL STORIES************* - FEARLESS LUNA (WEREWOLF SEXY ROMANCE STORY) ***************A****N KINDLE / KINDLE UNLIMITED************************** - IVANOV, RUSSIAN MAFIA -FEARLESS LUNA T H A N K Y O U L A R A S O U L T A K E R

A grainy photo of me in Nikolai’s arms with both of us stumbling out of the bar like drunken lovers was plastered across the screen beneath a headline about Italy’s most untouchable crime lord and a “mystery woman.” My stomach dropped. And then the rest of the night hit me like a train. The drinks. The laughter. The heat. His mouth on mine. Oh no…oh no, no, no.. I stumbled out into the street forcing deep breaths as guilt and rage fought for dominance inside me. I went back to my office and dumped the flash drive with the files I'd gotten so far. I left a note there for Sterling which said: “This is all you’re getting. I'm off the case.”

It is time. Yes, it is time. What she had been expecting had finally come. Why does Alessia want The Black Book? The legendary Black Book contains the past histories of each leader of the powerful Mafia families — The Dante's who were in charge of hard drugs, the Russo's who were in charge of assassinations, the Fernandez's who were in charge of illegal oil business and the Santini’s who were in charge of assassinations too. Only with the help of The Black Book would she be able to achieve her aim. Her goal is to utilize the secrets in the Black Book to protect her growing family and play the other mafia families dirty.

“We’re not going to wait for him to make the first move.” “You want to smoke him out?” Elijah asked. “No,” Alex said. “I want to remind him who I’ve become.” He turned, walking back out into the storm. Across the city, Sophia Morano stood alone in the Morano library, fingers trembling as she held a folder that had just been slipped under her door. There was no note. No signature. Just a name. Lucien De Rossi. And beneath it—her mother’s name, scribbled in faded ink.

I waited for him, looking him straight in the eyes. "This is too dangerous for you Emilie. Fuck! I'm putting your life at risk here. That...Leo is the Italian mob. Damn it, Em! You are never going near him again. Do you understand me? He knows what you are to me. He knows my weakness now. Fuck!" He stroked his hand to his hair, frustrated. I just looked at him speechless. "Italian mob? What the hell? He's a fucking businessman, he has a legitimate business and..." I was still babbling when he cut me off.

"Is Natalia's birthday party over yet?" There was a brief silence before his laugh sounded over the phone. "Are you jealous?" Instead of answering, I ended the call and pulled out a flight ticket from the drawer, headed for the Northern Silenzio mafia headquarters in Montrava. It came with an invitation card with gold-embossed script shimmering under the lights. "Welcome home, Ms. Rossetti."

“And her discussion with Luca? What's wrong with her?" "We weren't able to get a word from Luca.” My grip tightened on the phone until the plastic creaked. “Keep digging,” I said. “And Marcus? If Victor’s name comes up again, I want it on my desk before lunch.” “Already is.” I hung up and slid into the back of the Bentley. The city blurred past the tinted glass. My chest gave another warning thump, but I ignored it. Eva was out there. Alone. The car hadn’t even stopped at G&S Tower before my assistant’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Mr. Moretti, emergency press in the main conference room. Rivals just dropped a bombshell. Stock’s already dipping four points.”

I blurt out of frustration, like you're waiting for your favorite movie clip to play but it keeps delaying “Ohh, Sorry” He giggles then clears his throat, I sigh out of humor “Now to start the story, you have to start the story from the origin” “Tell me about it” I reply with as much sarcasm as I can, Carlos loves a big entry even when we are out on missions “Italian mob culture have this term called the “consigliere”. Now what is a consigliere you may ask?-” “I know what a consigliere is Carlos”

My mom probably contacted some people before to fix up new birth records for me. The initial shock just doubled after every quiet second that ticked by. I kept scouring another set of scanned documents in Niccolo's email. This bunch had legal, infallibly authentic police records dating back to the '90s. Mr. Falco mentioned Niccolo had dug up some privileged information about the mob families, and judging by these records, it seemed Nicco uncovered a whole new level of well-kept secrets. This time, of the criminal kind. What he'd found were possible paper trails of Mr. Falco's transactions with...the Italian and Russian mobs? Familiar surnames all over the records. Old, faded, but still leg

His face expressionless. "Hmm yeah, that. I hear every family has one" still holding my gaze, he pushes up, walking behind the desk that dominates the room lowering himself to the chair, form the desk then spins around. I hear the beep of keypads and a soft click then in a few steps, he is seated in front of me again. Dangling from his fingertips is a worn-out brown book, or at least it used to be brown. "This is a copy of the mafia rules, the original one written by Salvatore himself is in Italy with the other family chronicles" I nod my head even if I had no idea what that means.