Mafia Vs Gangster Novels & Stories

“I just don’t want to see him around! He’s annoying!” I harshly opened the door and caught Ralph leaning at the door, probably listening to our conversation. I walked past him and exited Dante’s room. “What happened to your head and arm?” I halted in my tracks when I heard Ralph’s serious tone for the first time. I don't want to be caught eavesdropping, so I leave them alone and make my way to my room. I reached for my laptop and searched about the Triads. Chinese Mafia. It’s similar to the Yakuza in Japan.

A part of me wanted to make her laugh again just so I could listen once more. “There are different kinds of crime groups, by the way,” I pointed out, recalling what I had read in her notes not long ago. “What?” “Take us for example; we are Russian and referred to as the Bratva. There is also the American and Italian mafia, as well as the Mexican cartel. Different names but essentially the same things. You might want to be more specific,” I said, strangely hoping my pointers might help her. It wasn’t in my best interest to feed her more information, but she seemed to absorb it as she nodded.

I shouldn’t say any more than that or they might get back with my family because that's just the way they are. Mafias are ruthless. They are rotten to their core. They aren’t the ideal men written in fictions. They’ll hurt you and put you in danger. Children shouldn’t make the mafia the standard no matter how good they came to be in fictions. They are criminals and I know all of it because I once became an underdog of a mafia. They kill ruthlessly and they don’t care how evil they become. “First you stereotyped us for being noble and now, you are stereotyping us as someone worse than a criminal.”

“Obviously they’re a gang of sorts. I’m not an idiot. But what I’m asking is which of Sangrid’s many gangs have you brought into a house of healing?” Voice strained, Giovanni said finally, “Mariposa.” “Jesus.” Gianna felt like crumpling. She folded forward, bracing her forearms on the table, and demanded harshly, “Are you an idiot, Giovanni?” “You probably think so.” “I’m starting to know so.” Mariposa. More specifically, the Mariposa Mafia. The fucking mafia. “Mariposa,” Gianna said again, as if she could barely believe her brother’s stupidity. “They’re not that bad!” Giovanni said defensively, and Gianna wanted to reach across the table and slap the back of his head.

My God. "We all had to kill our elder brothers to take control." Time stopped. "Be clear! Stop going around in circles." I shouted, but it came out more like a plea. "Have a seat, Luca." Miguel coaxed, but I was too restless to do so. I shook my head negatory, encouraging him to continue, and with a deep sigh, he spoke. "How do you think the mafia used to be?" "A normal gang of power? We have our values, goals, and beliefs that do not sit well with the predominant society. We're more and better than the crime lords people imagine us to be." I recited, quoting what I'd been taught all my life in a few sentences.

“Of course, anyone dealing with them will end tragically. Even the police give up when they have to deal with them, basically the law doesn't apply to those gangsters.” "Unfair, those who do evil but they are immune to the law." "That's it, therefore don't deal with gangsters or mafia in this city." "What's the difference between a gangster and a mafia?" "Hmmm, how do you explain it? “ "The Mafia is a more secretive group and has a lot of extensive networks with important people joining them." One of the visitors who had just told about the Sicilian gangsters was forced to explain after hearing the conversation between the two of them.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

At first we were allies but of course the Sangriento's double-crossed us and our two families have been at war ever since. When I first found out that the leader of Leone d'Oro was a woman I was in shock because there aren't that many mafia's led by women. I hate to admit this but she's doing a pretty good job. My hand gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles turned white as I imagined all the ways to kill Gabriella. I'll make sure her death is slow and painful. POV - GABRIELLA SANGRIENTO I sat there and analyzed the club.

I ordered and at least 200 of them ran back inside. I snapped some of the men's neck, shot some. Ace did the same. There were about 500 men with the Lebanese Mafia and 500 men with the Australian one. They are outnumbered. There were about 8000 men with us. "Retreat!! RETREAT!!" The Lebanese man and Australian man yelled together. "This is impossible. There are two mafias here boss." One of the man said to the Australian leader. "They merged their mafias." The Australian mafia leader's eyes widened. "Shit shit shit. Retreat or we'll all fucking die." I smirked at his reaction as all of them got into their cars and drove away. What a day.

Seven? “Thank you,” she replied, flashing me a weak smile. “It’s a tough business, the mafia.” I wanted to know more, but I didn’t want to push. “I’m sure it is.” I’d heard horror stories about the mafia. Shootings and stabbings seemed to be common place. The mafia was notorious for hitmen, werewolves willing to kill a target for money. And I assumed the Santonio family, as one of the biggest mafia around, had a TON of hit men.