Mobster Characters Novels & Stories

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.

I gave a nervous laugh "Jones and Harry. Seize the traitor of a beast!" Both men took out their guns but instead aimed it at me. "W-What?" I asked confused "I said Ferro, not me!" "Sorry Boss." Jones clicked the hammer "We only take orders from Damanico." "Damanico?" I asked in horror "What madness is this?" "The fact that your mafia has been playing you all along." a voice said and a figure walked calmly through the door in a black shirt and jeans "D-D-Da..." I was stuttering as I took a few steps backwards

He stopped at a steel door adorned with a symbol of a wolf's head, surrounded by intricate tattoos. He pushed the door open, revealing a large underground chamber filled with rows of computers, surveillance equipment, and heavily armed men. The room was dominated by a massive throne-like chair, where a figure shrouded in shadows sat, waiting. The man turned the chair around, revealing a figure shrouded in shadows. As the light caught his face, Josh's eyes widened in awe. It was Victor "The Butcher" LaGraine, the notorious mafia lord. Josh knelt down, his eyes were fixed on Victor's imposing figure, whose body was a canvas of tattoos, depicting scenes of violence and power. His arms were thic

“But please, calm down. You’re panicking right now.” I bit my lower lip as I hiccupped, my chest was heaving heavily on my chest as I tried to calm my nerves. Indeed, I was panicking, but who wouldn’t be, right? Arcel cupped my face gently as she wiped my tears. I closed my eyes, my mind was trying to process what just happened a while ago. “I s-saw it…” I uttered. “Just… who is he?” “He’s the boss,” she suddenly said, making my eyes flutter open as I stared at her. She gave me a smile. “Master Vicenzo is the Don of the mafia.”

She says something under her breath, which he nods to, and then she stands with her arms folded looking miserable. “Fine,” I say to Vito even though I didn’t hear a fucking word he said. “We’ll do it as you suggested. Call me tomorrow with the details.” I hang up before he has the chance to say anything and I shove my phone in my pocket angrily. I hear a chuckle beside me. It’s Miguel. He has a glass of beer in his hand, and his cheeks are flushed. He’s already somewhat drunk, it seems. He says to me, “Women. It’s tough to understand them, isn’t it?”

___ " you don't need to explain anything to me I hear everything you are a disgusting mobster, ___ "I told you I was a dangerous man.. ___ "yes but I never thought he was a mobster I know the dirty work that these types of people do, kidnapping, murder, torture, I don't know what I feel for you the most if it's fear or disgust.gesticulo He tried to hug me and I cowered against the wall. ___" what did I do to deserve this punishment in my life? Cursed time I met you.. He widened his eyes, squeezing me tightly by the shoulders.

Jensen aka Romeo starts. “Don’t pretend you know how I’m feeling Jen. Aren’t you angry since you and JT no longer get to fuck around with her?” You are one of her fuck buddies. I’m just her friend and stepbrother,” Storm complains angrily. “You’re just sore she chose C.H.A.O.S. over us,” Johnathan Thomas aka Capone scoffs at his friend with his arms crossed over his broad. The man looks like the epitome of a ganger from the era of Al Capone. He is even wearing a three-piece pinstripe suit with a matching fedora. Somebody enjoys watching the classic mafia/gangster movies a little too much.

Marcel rambled on nervously after listening to her hazy brother’s explanation and precautionary measures. “Do you really believe a monster that created such a drug in the first place would also make something to stop it? He’s not looking to retreat Marcel… Victor Ambrose would have killed his own mother if he had to.” Surely Mike had seen enough over the past few weeks to easily determine what sort of person the man was. He was a certified psychopath! “So… am I going to be like an invisible creep stealing bodies from an asylum?” The girl continued to question hoping to ease the tension in her heart.

His secretary was rushing inside a few seconds after she was inside, worried that she would disturb him but Maria only had to shoot a glare at the poor woman to make her shut up. Something about her cold gaze and demeanor was enough to freeze everyone in their spot. Well, almost everyone, Anton seemed to be the only exception for he was fire who could melt the ice stare. It was almost an irony considering he was her son. Their personality was just the complete opposite, though both were equally as stubborn and determined when it came down to what they wanted.

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.