Novelas y relatos de Mafia Fiction

“Is how I live.” I nod kind of understanding where she is coming from. The mafia is rooted deep in tradition and traditionally women are tools. “So do you like the book?” I decided to ask and she relaxes and nods. “They exaggerate and romanticise the mafia men but I kind of like it.” We pause for a while and then she speaks up almost hesitantly.

Nikolai crossed his arms. “Uncle Adrik teaches me boring things.” “Like?” “Chess.” “That’s useful.” “Not cool.” Damian chuckled quietly. “What exactly do you think the mafia does?” Nikolai leaned back and began counting on his fingers. “Guns.” “Fast cars.” “Secret meetings.” “Fighting bad guys.” Anton walked over at that moment. “Your description is disturbingly accurate.” Nikolai lit up. “See!” Damian rubbed his temple.

Jonathan looked back at Genevieve and then whispered something to Clint . Genevieve didn’t give two hoots what his family thought about it. She may be a lapsed Catholic, but she wasn’t about to go receive the body and blood without having her sins purged. It wasn’t worth the risk to her soul. Let them think what they wanted. This farce had gone too long anyway. Watching the mobsters participate in the ritual, she wondered how many of them had recently killed or beaten someone or committed some other crime. She wondered if they’d gone to confession and if so, what they possibly could have told the priest to absolve themselves for their crimes.

, Alexander said with a smirk on his lips, he found her reaction amusing she thought she was rich, he was going to show her what being rich truly meant, this mansion was a generation mansion, being the only child of his parents the mansion was passed down to him and he made a lot of changes to it to suit his taste, this was his only property that he didn’t acquire by himself, the rest of his property he worked hard and earned it himself. Carlos had told him of what Ariana asked him in the hotel and he wasn’t surprised that she asked that it was bound to happen someday, he knew he had lot of things he was keeping away from her and it was only a matter of time before the questions would begin

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

“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!”

Street musicians gladly entertaining the tourists with their organettos and mandolins. Lovers making out in a dark corner, foolish move, Marco Marchetti thought as he walked past the dark alley. The city was beautiful and bustling, but it was also filled with thieves and criminals that were worse than thieves. He knew, he was one of them. The dignified ones though, the ones who didn't see themselves as criminals per se. It was the twisted law that saw and labeled them as criminals. The mafia. It wasn't a crime, it was a business, a business that has been smoothly run by the current Mafia King. A man whom Marco respected and honored. The man who was the main reason why Marco was out in the st

“You come in here! Thinking you’re going to rob my place! This is mine. And I’m not going to take this. You know who my dad is?” I had temporarily stunned the green-faced robber, because he began backing up, slowly inching away from me. He’d forgotten he had the rifle in his hands, but he paused at my question. “Your dad?” I could see the realization start coming to him. His eyes were flickering, skirting, panicking, and he was beginning to remember that some businesses in our neighborhood were hooked in. I’m talking Mafia-style hooked in. I wasn’t above using some of that intimidation if it meant I wasn’t going to be arrested for homicide today.

“Just get this over with so I can go home.” “Indeed.” His expression sharpened. “What do you know of the mafia, Mia?” “As little as possible.” When she had first realized exactly what her father did, Mia had made a deliberate choice to avoid it at all costs. Her stepmother had helped shield her the best she could, and she had remained mostly ignorant toward the evil her father committed. “There are varying groups who oversee criminal activity in our fair city, but the three most powerful are the Irish, Italians, and Russians.” He