Mobster Characters Novels & Stories

He chewed on them as if I had fed him cockroaches, his face contorted with unease, "And what are you going to do about him if it's him?" I gave him an annoyed look, "First of all, I'm not afraid of him in the least. He's a killer, a murderer, a mob boss, so what? I've grown up with killers and mobsters. I have Scott Mancini in my corner; you may have only seen Scott's goofy side, but trust me, you don't want to see him when he loses his shit. That man turns into a hulk. I have Marco Costello, Alessandro Costello, Stefano Fabbri in my corner, and this is before I even start throwing around some more serious names."

“You’re leaving for Italy. Your name stays Jay. You’re the perfect person for this mission.” Jay exhaled slowly and accepted the documents. He glanced at the file — photos, notes, mafia profiles. One name stood out: Rafael “Rafe” Bianchi. The mafia boss of Milan, infamous for his ruthlessness, his dominance, and… apparently, his taste in men. The assistant appeared with a small suitcase. “Your things are here. And you’ll need to change your appearance for the mission,” she said.

Her tone was cold and Nicole looked back at her in surprise. "He is not a criminal!" She managed to say with a downcast look. Her tone was low as well. "What do you call him then? He is a mafia lord! They have killed so many people! He is probably into drugs! Does he beat you? Does he maltreat you?" Mr. Liu said, in one breath. His eyes were red and Nicole staggered. She couldn't take all the questions as they came suddenly. He then continued to say, "You can never trust a mafia lord! I shouldn't have trusted my daughter with those fucking bastards!" His voice echoed through the ward.

Todd asked feeling concerned “Don’t worry she is really good" Stanley said allying his fears “okay, but isn’t Monday too far, what if they strike before Monday" Todd asked “Didn’t you ask her to move in with you like we discussed" Stanley asked “she wants to think about it" Todd responded, tapping his pen lightly on his table. “I see" Stanley said “Oh, how is the search going" Todd asked, he paused her hand that he was using to tap on his desk and listened closely. “I have a lead am working on, the spider scar is belongs to a gang called Spiders, they are notorious for robberies, kidnapping and assassination jobs”

Scooby watched nearby holding back his satisfied laughter as he saw people's reaction to seeing her, she aroused admiration and envy at the same time, yet she didn't realize it. "Can you get off my counter? I have work to do." he asks gesturing with his hand kicking her out. "Look, is there any way I can talk to a... He's a tall man, he looks like..., he's kind of cheerful, arrogant looking, a little thin, but strong, very short straight hair, you know?" He tried to describe while making gestures with his hand indicating his height. "Miss... Light, it's Light, isn't it? That discretion... If you're a security guard you're still far below who you want to reach, even more so dressed this vulga

I was fortunate enough to study information regarding monsters last night, when I felt like I didn’t possess enough knowledge about this world. And this, this... THING in front of me is the reason why I nitpick about the unfairness of giving informations about this world. I unconsciously heaved a long sigh. There’s nothing I can do about it now, can I? Saying from a side character’s point of view, or A.K.A, the mob character of this world that deserves living for the first several chapters, I didn’t have that priority over other main characters. “So...” I eyed the lifeless polar bear slash rabbit monster in front of me. This strange thing that the author came up with actually has its own nam

“Talk to me. Really talk to me. What aren’t you telling me?” For a long moment, he didn’t answer. His jaw clenched, his shoulders visibly tense. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice low and gravelly. “There’s a man,” he began, each word carrying the weight of something deeply buried. “A Russian mobster. He’s not like the other ones we’ve dealt with. He’s calculated. Patient. Years ago, there was… an issue. A shipment that went south, a deal that was never resolved. He lost money, pride, and now he’s out for blood.” My breath hitched. “And he’s coming for you?”

-This is not over by far, Little Red Riding Hood. I trembled p or the tone of your voice. It was the husky, low voice of I'm a mobster and you just touched my morale. Why was she so good at angering dangerous men? - That is clear to me, big man- He was not going to have the last word.

No more smiling face and there is only a grim look on her face. "What do you guys want? Ruin my dates for today?" she takes a sit on the couch and opens the television. 'Date with only wearing the nightgown?' Zi Fei looks at her with indescribably face. "We want to know about Jimmy. Anyone with the name Jimmy, mobster, or ex-con maybe? Do you know who is he?" Zi Fei said making both of the men nodded. "Well, there are at least 4 of them. Jimmy Choo, Jimmy Jeffery, Jimmy a.k.a Vincent, and Jimmy Goby."

“Her brother. Well, adoptive brother. Her parents took him in when she was really little. He’s trouble. He’s the top mobster in Boston now. Every gang and mafia group on the East Coast wants him dead. He probably won’t live long.” The Monster was a mobster which was not a surprise but now he hada name, a story, a background. Things were about to get very messy.