Italian Mob Books Novels & Stories

“I used to consider that respect would be sufficient. That earned loyalty would always be stronger than enforced devotion, but I was incorrect” I removed the black book from under my arm and raised it. The older men visibly went pale, with some lowering their eyes, and others backing a tiny step away. Primo's lips tightened in irritation, but then his eyes opened in shock, recognizing the book. “Some of you must have heard rumors from many years ago about how merciless De Luca was, and how they've killed all their men in a single night. “I am here to let you know that none of those are rumors but true. People, the older ones must have seen and known why before the fall of the De Luca family

You could have shot that idiot and nothing would have happened. -You're a nasty, G- I murmured. –And on top of that, you don't help me with the book. I have to finish it the sooner the better. And I have to change the names of everyone, otherwise, everyone will know that it is an autobiography and we cannot make the existence of the mafia public.

Buddha asked, rubbing a hand down his face. “From the intel I have gathered with my connections in the Bureau, there seems to be some sort of turf war going on between the Bratva, Ricci, and the Italian mob. One theory is that Moretti was double dipping and gave intel about the shipment to one of the other organizations.” Chief explained. “So it was just luck?” I asked incredulously.

Alessia slid into the plush leather seat, her heart racing. As the car pulled away from the curb, Alessia's mind whirled with conflicting thoughts. What am I doing? she wondered, her fingers nervously smoothing the fabric of her dress. This isn't just some wealthy businessman. This is the Bratva. The Russian mafia. The realization sent a chill down her spine. She'd heard whispers about the Bratva's activities in the city - extortion, drug dealing, even human trafficking. And now she was willingly walking into their world.

*Words and Meaning* Proprio come la tua dannata madre. - Just like your damn mother. ~~~~~ The air in Sicily is fresh and calming. I instantly knew why people will love living here. The whole place is just bright and so full of life. The perfect place to head an illegal organization without getting caught. Dangelo's father had a car waiting for us at the airport. I was nice of him but I am pretty sure we would've done just fine in a regular car rather than a limo.

he added. Sherly leaned back in her chair, her expression grave. She then slowly shook her head. "In the dangerous world of the Mafia, it's necessary to conceal our true identities," she explained. "It's a precautionary measure to ensure our safety and the success of our mission. You don't want to implicate those people who are dear to you who aren't related to the mafia, right?" Understanding dawned on Kim's face as he realized the importance of Sherly's words. He slowly nodded his head in understanding. "I see," he said, his tone serious. "So, what do you want us to do?"

"It happens that those men have some mob ties." "Mob ties?" I ask, surprised to say the least, "What does that mean?" "It means those men were seriously dangerous people, Kara," he replies seriously, "According to Jerome, he recognized two of them to have been wanted as part of a certain Italian mob gangsters. One of them is going by the name of Julio. Julio is a member of a very deadly gang, popularly known in Italy as the Black Scorpions. These men deal in coccains and other hard substances, and this Julio in question has been a wanted criminal in Denvas for a year now, and Jade put these men up to you? What was she even thinking?"

We are here to buy some Learning Italian books. I think his name is Simone. He returns with two books and put them infront of us. Oh! These are Italian learning books. Luciano pays him and then we leave the shop. He is looking so different wearing tuxedo in common street. If anything, he is looking mighty. “There was no need to buy these.” I say to him. I wasn’t expecting that he would buy me these. Out of nowhere a guard appears and takes the book from us. I thought no one was with us and we were alone.

They thought I was stuck up and selfish just because I study too much. Someone smacked a book in the back of my head, "Hey, loser!" I groaned as Enrico and Silvio slumped on the chair on either side of me, both were Italian, and both belonged to the mob life they wanted nothing to do with hence they were here with me.

I quickly finish my coffee and head back to Zachary's room, hoping that he gives me permission to visit my mother. But then I stopped at the door, sensing how serious the conversation between Zachary and Michael is. “They think the American mob is less organized than the Italians. Big mistake.” “Their last mistake,” Zachary replies coldly. “No one messes with us and gets away with it. I want every name on that list handled. Make sure they know who they’re dealing with.” Michael hesitates. “Zachary, this could escalate…”