Italian Mob Books Novels & Stories

Shameless! A gut feeling of irritation rose in my belly and I hissed. I saw a big black book on the top of the drawer and I opened it. What I saw in it left me mouth agape and wide-eyed. Though I didn't understand what was written in it, the few I could grasp were shocking. Massimo vends drugs too? He doesn't just use them, he sells them as well. He even owns the largest drug shipment in New York. Heard about it a dozen times. This is why they call him dangerous.

Dominic Vasiliy The Mafia King Too fucking early in the morning, he had left his woman in their disheveled bed, sated, and sleeping soundly. Only for this! He growled. Some of the underground bosses had written a petition. A fucking petition. What are they, college jocks? Reading the letters, his mood got darker. The fools want him to take El Patrón and Lucifer to task for breaking omerta and integrating a certain club into their fold.

I did not release a single breath anticipating what Sebastian will say. “Vittorio,” he pronounced. “ What you sketched is the insignia of the Vittorio family.” I was damned confused. “ The what?” Sebastian’s cold gaze shifted from the picture to me. It says nothing but cruelty. “ The Vittorio’s--- one of the original mob families here in New York.”

she said to me before looking at Adonis, “only if he agrees to let me talk to the capo.” I sat back with my eyes wide and mockery painted on my face. No way in hell was my brother—the possessive ass—letting her speak to the capo of Camorra, whoever it was. “Absolutely not,” Adonis grunted. “Fabrizio Benedetti is to stay away from you.” “I didn’t mean Fabrizio Benedetti. Let me rephrase: I want to speak to the man David formed this alliance with, a.k.a. Fabrizio's father, Mansueto.”

“Wanna go to the library? There is something I want to show you.” “Something? What is it?” Cedric was curious. “As the successor for the next boss, you need to broaden your knowledge. I remember there is one important book that I believe you haven’t read it yet. It is a book about our mafia’s historical achievements. There were also documentaries about our crimes and murders as the proud mafia. I think you should know about it so that you won’t get shocked.” Indeed, Cedric believed that he never read books about his mafia clan’s dark history. Now that he was very curious, he begged Vincent to show him.“Take me there, uncle!”

"Our boss instructed us to get you. There is no need to panic, you're safe with us." "Who is your boss?" "Vincent." The bodyguard said, "Vincent Morano." Every nerve in my body stiffened like a string pulled tight. "Morano?" It was a very familiar last name. The name of a person nicknamed 'Death.' Vincent Morano was the popular lord of the Italian Mafia who owned a very large portion of LA business market. "The Vincent Morano?" I asked again not believing my ears. "Yes Miss. Sit tight and enjoy, if there's anything you need please feel free to ask."

He had cookbooks? A laugh almost escaped my lips. This was not what I expected from him. Snap! My hand knocked off a book nestled between two thick leather+bound books and I bent to the floor, picking it up. But, something about it caught my attention. Probably the book title font, or the fact that the cover was hella attractive. I couldn't quite place. I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah.

“Leo keeps his word,” Susan scoffed, “Oh sure he does. He threatened to hurt you if you didn't return his money in two weeks and sure enough, he did. Of course he keeps his word. I see why you have such faith in him,” she added sarcastically. “And what exactly are you ‘working on’ this time around? Are you going to borrow money from yet another mob boss or are you going to make another bad investment?”

“But a word of warning, sweetheart—don’t try to play me. You won’t like the outcome.” I didn’t answer. Instead, I opened the first book, my fingers trembling slightly at the sight of my father’s signature on the first page. Every number, every note, was a piece of a puzzle I wasn’t sure I wanted to solve. But there was no turning back. For Nico. For myself. I would find the truth—even if it meant going up against Marco Vallardi and the world he ruled. Carla led me to an adjoining room, a space filled with screens and servers that looked like something out of a spy movie.

The ledger. My mind flashed back to that rainy afternoon weeks before my engagement, when I’d slipped into my father’s study and found the plain black leather book I wasn’t supposed to see. I’d only opened it for a second, but the entries were seared into me: payments to the Ivanovs, timed to fabricate a debt that never existed; a note in my father’s sharp, slanted handwriting about how the “Ivanov problem” would be solved by “the Moretti wolf.” He hadn’t just sold me to Dante. He had engineered the entire collapse, and used me as the final sacrifice to bury a rival family. The whiskey scent clinging to Dante’s breath suddenly twisted into the stench of betrayal.