Mafia Vs Gangster Novels & Stories

He was playing with it while explaining a few things to her. "They are different in terms of organization but they all have the same rules - to kill, steal and destroy all for their selfish gain. The neighborhood gang can be easily handled by the cops same as the occultic or cultists in short however the Mafias, are always linked everywhere. They had investors, and supporters that could even be the government most times. They do all manner of negative things that can endanger the life of others. However, the motion is *if you don't step on my tail, I won't bite you*. That's why I said they are very DANGEROUS." He answered. "Dad?" She called out meekly and yawned again.

he said, pressing his mouth on a thin line, and averting his gaze as if he was thinking about something. "Could you tell me more about this mafia thing?" I asked, determined to learn everything I could about them. If it's really a mafia, then I need to know everything so that I can plan my next move. He sat back on the sofa again before he spoke. "In this country, we have two mafia groups: the Sinaloa Cartel and the Camorra, which are rivals and both dangerous." "Where were you from?" I asked; my heart pounded out of my chest with excitement and anxiety, and I felt like I was on the right track in finding those killers.

“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

“And the Demonyo Gang is like the mafia, the bratva? Mob bosses, drugs, arms? All the bad stuff?” He nods. “Yep, all the bad stuff.” Wow. It feels like I’ve been dumped into a world where everything is the opposite of what I’ve known all my life. “And you’re okay with it?” I swallow hard, my throat dry from the lack of water. “Don’t you want to be anything else besides a criminal?” Xander thinks for a moment, then says, “I don’t see it as being a criminal. I belong to the Mafia family, where we kill for each other.”

Unfortunately, his gun slides off my grasp too. Around us, a series of gunshots start reverberating. “You underestimated Le Distruzioni too much,” Adriano sneers. “A mafia gang is far more dangerous and complex than what your Hollywood films taught you about it. So if you think an FBI-wannabe like you can defeat us, you’re utterly stupid!” “After I kill you, I’ll take your wife back with me. And we’ll have wild s.ex night and day until she can no longer walk an inch from me.”

My brain struggled to process it. Mafia? Actual mafia? The kind from movies? I actually thought they were business men who had bodyguards with them. The expensive suits. The armed men. The meetings. The injuries. The secrecy. Suddenly everything began making sense all at once. Sylvester noticed my stunned expression and immediately tried explaining further. “We mainly deal with people who..” Chris interrupted before he could finish. “We deal with bad people,” Chris explained calmly. “Drug dealers. Human traffickers. Bastards who threaten our territory or innocent people.”

Adrian was a tall, handsome man, he looked just like his dad except he was more brawny and his hair was completely brown while his dad's hair was mostly grey. The Nicolettis and Marianos were the two powerful Italian mafias in Massachusetts and they owned most of the territories. The smaller gangs operated far away from their territories and anyone who wanted to use their territories had to have an agreement with them. It was the same between them, if either one of them needed to use the other's territory, they had to agree on it so as to prevent war between them. "Buona sera, Leonardo." (Good evening, Leonardo.) "Buona sera, Carlos." (Good evening, Carlos.)

He explained, and we started walking. “The V8?” My loud gasp made him chuckle, the only two mafia gangs I'm aware of, Eldorado and V8, “I thought you two were rivals,” my question was too innocent for him to mock me and he gulped his laugh down not to mortify me. “That’s just rumors created by people who envy us, it’s a good thing no one was around, you’d have disgraced me.” I peered down at the floor. “You didn’t have to put it like that.” I pouted.

"I have it all planned out Bambina, I have a contract we both will sign" "A contract? How does it make it any better? That won't stop a man like you from doing whatever he wants" "I am the leader of a respectable Mafia and---" "Respectable? All you people do is ruin other people's lives" How dare he call a criminal organization respectable? He chuckled. Seriously, what's with this men and dark laughter? "I am not an uncouth gangstar like Luciano Bambina, my famiglia has been around for ages and you can't compare it to whatever it is Luciano built for himself and calls a Mafia."

I grabbed my phone and made a quick search on the internet. Miguel Alejandro, ruthless leader of the Viperas mafia. A gang involved in illicit crimes such as gambling, drug trafficking, prostitution, extortion, fraud, loan sharking, protection rackets and many others. Considered to be highly dangerous, have never been caught, rumored to be in cahoots with the police and politicians.