Italian Mob Books Novels & Stories

Antonello hangs up again. Angelo holds the dog tightly to his body, " I'll take you to a promising place." he carries the dog, playing with him, and entered the Limousine and the driver droves off as planned by Ivano and Alberto, heading to his home. A Few minutes later, a missing dog flyers with pictures of the golden retriever has passed all over the neighborhood. *** Arnoldo Mondadori Editore (Italian pronunciation: [arˈnoldo mondaˈdoːri ediˈtoːre; arˈnɔldo]) is the biggest publishing company in Italy. Publishing of books, magazines, and retail.

Since I have become his human diary, I know everything that there is to know about Arrigo. Leonardo has enjoyed the success and benefits that have come with being the first cousin of the Leonardo Mafia don. The Leonardo Mafia is the most notorious mafia in the whole of Italy and the world. They run the biggest drug trade operation, weapon trade and sex ring. They are what we have been taught to believe about mafia’s: ruthless. They bribe world leaders with millions in cash and kill spies who dare get too close.

His main concern now was finding out what was going on, sorting it out, and then leaving Italy to go enjoy his time with Krystal. When they took the off-ramp to the warehouse, the car took a different route. They stopped in front of the warehouse, and Karan and Brandon went out of the car. They got inside the warehouse and Karan demanded to see the books. “I need the receipt for the merchandise sent to the Mafia in the last two months. I want the delivery slips as well.” Brandon went to the safe and took out the documentation then handed it over to his boss.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. “Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess” With a book in my hand, I walked back to Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

I try to get up from the table, but the mobster stops me. “I need you in this business, love—espabilo—, Erick, I need you to arm some bombs for Gian Lucas's whorehouse; love, you will be my bait, I need you to seduce the new boss in charge of the place. Italian asshole stole my merchandise and I want it back.” He wants to bring down the night club with them inside. Damn son of a bitch! ********

Sicily pressed her ear to the phone. "I'm saying that if he's involved in the DeMarcos that are linked to the Castalettas, you need to steer clear. He's not on the up and up. We've all heard the stories of these mother fuckers. They are the oldest mob in the US and they don't fuck around. Don't get wrapped up in that. Makes my gang days look like a fairy tale." "All right fine, but this is ridiculous." She hung up and laid the phone on the machine in front of her before turning her attention to Drake. "Hey."

He most likely is a bastard. We were greeted by a small brunette and a big man with strong shoulders as we knocked on the oak door. As he shook the man's hand, the father grinned. These are probably the parents. Father gave me a nod. "It's my daughter here. Alessandro Ferrari She is the mafia boss in Italy." Although I did, they failed to notice the contempt in his words.

"Who master Max?" "Nothing." How is that woman knows that Omega? Maximillian asks himself. After an hour of travelling, Maximillian arrived at the manor of his clan, where Nostra Adamus mafia clan can be found far away from the city. Legis opened his door for him, when Maximillian got out of the car, his waiting people immediately bowed and greeted him, Maximillian walked straight ahead with Legis following him in the back. "Did Mr. Sanchez, agreed on our terms?" Maximillian ask.

“The real truth is he was probably followed into the woods, beaten to semiconsciousness then tossed over the edge of the cliff.” “Yes.” Her dark eyes are full of sympathy. “So, John was killed, most likely by—” I swallow. Nolan’s name bounces around my skull, on the tip of my tongue. I can’t do it. “Someone from the Morfil family. My father was most likely killed through some kind of Mafia connection.” Dai Qing closes the file and stares at me for a moment. “He learned Italian after your brother was murdered, right?” I give a curt nod. “The De Luca family speaks primarily Italian for their business purposes.”

“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