Massimo Mancini Novels & Stories

Max asked, turning his head to face me. "Anthonio Mancini. CEO of Mancini Company. It's a small company that is known for scamming people and selling shitty products. He has been on my ass since forever. I'm not surprised he decided to finally make a move. His company has been struggling, and he has been making desperate attempts to get some money. Ripping people of their hard earned money." "Not for long." Massimo said with a smirk on his face. The glimmer in his eyes at the thought of killing was like that of a child who was promised candy. He was a cold-blooded murderer.

the man muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible but enough to make Massimo’s jaw tighten in anger Slowly, Massimo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze never left the man as he stood and walked toward him. The man’s eyes widened in panic, and he quickly averted his gaze, staring at the floor as if it could save him. Massimo stopped in front of him, his commanding presence shoulders towered over him. Every living thing in the room seemed to hold its breath. “Take your hands off your crotch,” Massimo commanded, his voice low and dangerous. The man’s hands trembled as they slowly moved away from his crotch, revealing the undeniable bulge that strained desperately again

(I will be coming to New York next week) I could practically here the smirk through the phone. Massimo wasn’t a stupid man. He wasn’t naïve like Emilio, or conniving. Massimo was a man who got shit done. He was a man of action, a man who didn’t mind getting his hands dirty for the right reasons.

But they forgot one thing— There was a man who could bend fate to his own will. Luciano Mancini.

The place was silent for a moment, before he nodded in agreement. "She is." "I'm a bit confused, Matteo. Why is your date working in your manor as a maid? Is there something I'm missing here?" “You're missing a lot, my friend." "What do you mean?" “She’s Gianni Mancini's daughter.” “What?” I whispered, my eyes widening. He looked me straight in the eye, a tiny glint in his. “You heard me.” "You're joking.... The same Gianni?" Gianni Mancini was a powerful businessman who partnered with Matteo's father, Mario Vassallo in a shipping company. Years ago, Gianni betrayed Mario when he diverted company funds and left the Vassallo family bankrupt.

By the time I walked into the office on Monday morning, I was a lot better. My assistant came in to let me know Marco Mancini was here and he walked right in. He walked with his shoulders back, in his mind, he had bought himself more time with Leonardo by blaming me, and now he thought he could just waltz in here and casually negotiate his way out of the fifty-one percent.

Alessandro stated as he looked at the final reports for his new hotel opening. “Oh come on boss! This is not just like any other day! NewYork most Mafia Lord is getting married! And you know after getting married you will be stuck with one woman only and can’t have taste of the beauty of world? Are you ready for this sacrifice?” Andrew teased him. “Who is going to stop me from having taste of other beauties? Did anything ever before stopped me?” Alessandro asked arrogantly and snickered as if Andrew had just cracked a very lame joke.

"Yeah?" "Since Vincenzo isn't picking up... do you have Scott Mancini's number?" Rino let out a short, dry laugh, "Alessia, Scott Mancini is the Underboss of the Cosa Nostra. Who doesn't have that asshole's number?" I gasped, nearly dropping my fork. "Rino! He is not an asshole!"

Neither did most of the men in the room. Because despite the shock of it all, nobody was truly surprised. This was Vittorio Mancini. He was impulsive and extremely brutal. He killed problems, sometimes before they even fully became problems. The remaining generals looked visibly shaken now even though they tried their best to hide it, as Mancini slowly lowered the gun before turning toward them again. “You see,” he said calmly, “this is what happens when people fail me.” Nobody spoke. He was about to continue when suddenly he stopped.

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”