Mobster Characters Novels & Stories

He most likely is a bastard. We were greeted by a small brunette and a big man with strong shoulders as we knocked on the oak door. As he shook the man's hand, the father grinned. These are probably the parents. Father gave me a nod. "It's my daughter here. Alessandro Ferrari She is the mafia boss in Italy." Although I did, they failed to notice the contempt in his words.

“Your delightful chef offered to make me crepes, but I told her I would wait for you to decide.” Enzo groaned and rubbed his face. “How did you even get in here?” “You know how.” He slid him the business section as Enzo got his own espresso. “I have a multimillion dollar security system,” Enzo snapped, glancing at the headlines. “I wasn’t talking about breaking and entering or boosting cars.” “Now that was an adventure,” his brother said, grinning at him. “What a bohemian existence, Enzo. Never knowing where our next meal was coming from, always trying to stay one step ahead of the law. Living in the moment!”

I mean, he was a villain, he was released at least 2 years ago, not counting the times he was in and out of prison, the worst victims, besides being viciously beaten, and the big spanker of the Georgetown prison. His field of expertise in working for various mobsters like the violent debt collector of the city of Ambrose Bierce, in which he used to reside. He made a name for himself as the great thug of Lovecraft County, even worked for his rogue’s gallery, Joker, when he didn't want to get his hands dirty, he sought him out, even though now, his rogue’s gallery was a bunch of possessed and cursed that the night was turning into old haunts. He worked for whoever paid the most, even if he was

It was never there when I needed it, only surfacing during moments of danger before receding again, leaving me more broken than before. I couldn’t even talk to it like other werewolves. I was defective. Wolfless. I was nothing but a pathetic Omega’s daughter. The daughter of a murderer. “Martha!” The sharp voice jolted me out of my spiral. I turned and froze. Mrs. Smith. Her sharp eyes scanned the mess—the broken displays, the scattered products, and the three girls sprawled among the wreckage. Her gaze shifted to me, and the disgust in her expression made my stomach churn.

The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last. Catalina watched nearly 50 men with shotguns in their hands. When they saw her, they got confused. " Yes. This is the murderer we were looking for .A girl . 5'2 and Petite. She killed them. " Mazov aka pakhan spoke to them. He grabbed her hair forcefully and made her stand in front of him. Catalina for the first time watched him closely. 6'4 and all muscles. She forced her neck up to watch him speaking. In only his boxers, he threw the gun away and stood like a Greek god.

I wanted my pups to always know how loved they were and how wanted. “Boss I got something urgent,” Mickey said, storming into my office with Robert in tow. They closed the doors. “I’m leaving in a few just handle it,” I said, dismissively. I quickly wiped my damp cheek and sat down in the big chair. Robert set his laptop down on the desk and brought up some security camera footage of what looked like a restaurant. “I got two men in the bar here, eyes on confirmation,” Mickey said. Robert turned the screen around and I was looking at the men we’d been hunting now for over two months. Gregor Smith and Bronson Watkins. Hired thugs who helped Maxim … the ones who provided the poison that killed

She groaned and tugged at the strands of hair on her head. Alexander Moretti was forbidden fruit, he’d always been. In the past he was her older brother’s best friend, her father’s best friend’s son and a Mafia successor, but now he was the Don and he had a girlfriend.

Jasper snorted. “I’m going to kill her,” Darya snapped and almost got out of Kostas’ grip and he had to lift her off the floor to hold her squirming body flush to his. “Nice.” Jasper tossed at her. “Imagine this is the kind of people Magda is associated with.” She sneered at Lois, “not so perfect now, is she? Screwing her business associates, hanging around with murderers and mobsters,” she shot Miklos a dirty look. “Laskaris is a mob front and the world knows it.”

But she never thought that day would be today. She gathered herself and slowly stood up to her feet. Matteo ignored her, while Fredrick is too scared to care about his girlfriend. The California mob boss is in his late fourties. He is a little fat and tall and struggles to stay fit. His hawk like nose is the first thing that everyone notice about him. He is fair and has plump cheeks.

This would be comic if it weren't tragic. The mobster was incapable of bribing an ordinary person to do anything, the people who worked for him came willingly, he never forced anyone to do anything and would do so for the rest of his life. He never killed anyone who didn't deserve it, he never let anyone kill anyone who didn't deserve it. He wasn't a coward, he was righteous. There were two queues and the people themselves chose which side they were on. It could also be a trap... Alicia Harris wasn't the most stable person in the world. But if it was, wouldn't let her play with him again, this time would eliminate them all.