Italian Mob Books Novels & Stories

When anyone could think of the Italian Mafia, Falcon name comes first. The Mob PHOENIX is notorious for its cruel and immoral practices, but its most successful members have always been extremely smart businessmen. Falcon revealed its surprisingly effective management techniques and explains how to apply them-legally-to any legitimate business. As an associate of the D'Alberto family, Falcon relied on his instincts to pull off some of the biggest heists in U.S. history. By the age of twenty-one, he had netted millions of dollars for his employers. His natural talent for management led Mafia bosses to rely on him.

As I returned to the manor to pack my luggage, the door to the study was pushed open. Gina walked in, holding a black ledger bound in lambskin. That was the core secret of the Corleone family—the "Black Book" recording every money laundering channel and every bribed official. "Leaving so soon, Elena?" Gina smiled with a look of pure innocence, yet her hands moved quickly to shove that heavy ledger deep into the luggage I had just packed.

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.

“Perhaps you’ve forgotten you’re in my territory, Rossi.” He took a deep breath and calmed himself. Taking a few steps back, he began, “I know why you want the alliance between our organisations, Vitale. I’m not a fool and I keep a note of everything that goes around the mob world, everything about my potential enemies and allies.” My smirk disappeared, seeing the mockery in his eyes. He knew I wanted Elias. “Harm Bella and you can kiss Elias goodbye.” “It’s surprising how the capo of Outfit opened shelters for murderers and miscreants like Elias Morello,” I snarled.

I take them and read them, but to be honest, I don't understand much, as it's in Italian. "To be frank, I don't understand any of this. I don't know much Italian." "I'm sorry, ma'am, I sometimes forget. Well, what we have here are access details to the Salvatore accounts, as well as a detailed list of all the accomplices involved in the embezzlement from your husband, and not just him, but also Mr. Massimo's father. Believe me, this information is very valuable. It also mentions the people implicated in my son's murder and those who helped cover it up." With this last statement, his expression changes to one of complete fury. Antonella and I are left stunned, not knowing what to say. After a

Lord vilante raised one corner of his lips and laughed disrespectfully to see how noora's attempt to break free, only to inflict further injury on her own hand. "Hey, you! What do you mean all this, let me go!" he cried at the very sight of Marco vilante. "Never, have I told you that you are in your hell?" said Mr. Vilante. "I have no problem with you, no reason to arrest me and treat me like this." noora replied. She truly did not know who the man was in front of her, so she courageously raised her voice before him, if only noora had known that he was a powerful mob leader in the city of brooklyn.

Redoing a summary of my life I realize that there is no happier moment than this one, meeting Amy again was like having back a little piece of me that had been ripped off. My desire was to stay there glued to her the whole time but my duty called me, I reluctantly moved away from her and spent the whole morning trapped in the office with Aníbal and two of my security guards. ___"" Do you really think it will work? ___" I'm sure anibal was 15 years of legacy, every mobster around italy and the world knows and fears el diablo, they won't deny me support so easily, people from the south will support us you bet book a dinner with di Paolo

His skin is unexpectedly smooth. “The flower shop?!” I exclaim. Alex grins from ear to ear. I should have guessed! That is not a very common name around here: “I Fiori di Vittorio” the front for Vittorio Ricci’s dirty mafia gang. They have flower shops all over town and in other parts of the country too, which probably cover all of their illegal operations. Those employees in suits are not florists, they are mobsters! I’ll never set a foot in those shops ever again.

It was a thick, leather-bound book filled with names, dates, and the kind of secrets that kept men in power or put them in the ground. "The Black Book," I muttered, my fingers tracing the scarred leather. Every judge we owned, every cop on the payroll, every union boss who owed us a favor, it was all in here. I pulled it out, this was the leash. Without this, Remo was just a kid with a lot of buildings. With this, he was the god of Chicago. I walked over to a small wooden table and set the book down. Beside it lay a velvet box. I opened it to reveal a heavy gold signet ring, the Lombardi crest, worn smooth by my father and his father before him.

I had become a fool for everyone. I put the phone down on the table before meeting the man’s gaze sitting across from me. Brando Maglione, the one with the scruffy brown hair and a heavy moustache twirled at the ends, looked at me as if I was an ant to him, the arrogance in his attitude vexing the fuck out of me. If he were not the head of the Bandidos Motorcycle Club, I would have shown him his rightful place. Nevertheless, this meeting was important. Getting him to sign this deal was important. After all was done, many of the roads would be open to me.