Mobster Characters Novels & Stories

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

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.

I need to hire to someone to do the job. ************* 2 days later. "Hello boss" a hefty masculine figure greeted from the shadows . The figure looked familiar....wait is that Mason? "Mason is that you?" I aksed. "The one and only sir " he answered and he approached me accompanied by three other men. Bob really did very well in putting back together the old gang.... the fearless four... it was Mason, Royce, Holt and Happy. I knew them back in the day when violence was the order of the day in the business industry, when it was an investor for an investor. Days when the death of an investor was usual.

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.

Jessica's POV Ned took the file from my hands, his movements brisk and without any unnecessary questions. His eyes swiftly scanned the contents before he spoke in a steady voice, "Mallory is a small-time thug from the Green block, a place notorious for its chaos and the gathering of all sorts of unsavory characters." Hearing this, I raised my eyebrows slightly, a ripple of surprise stirring within me. My father, being the head of the Mafia family, it was inconceivable that such a low-level thug would dare to cause us trouble.

I grin at the end. Andy stares at me for the longest time, his eyes wide and unblinking, as he takes everything in. His shoulders finally slump and he face-palms with a small, defeated sigh. “I kinda suspected something was going on. But to think I’ve been working for a mobster all this time.” “Look at it on the bright side,” I try, when he looks like he’s about to hit rock bottom, “—he doesn’t have anything over you. Which means if you want to quit right now, you can!”

I gulped, stopping in my tracks. “Come in here.” I trudged to the living area. There sat Sinister smoking a cigar. He had one leg perched on the other. He took a large puff from his cigar, and then he flashed me a devilish grin. Blair was sitting next to Jenna, and a very handsome man was sitting in the opposite chair. He had black hair, mixed with specs of grey and dark eyes. He licked his pink lips as he stared at me. I felt uncomfortable. He leaned over and whispered something to Sinister and the devil tensed then he did something he had never done before, he introduced me to the old man. And he used my name. “Pebbles, this is Mr. Mobley. He is one of my business associates.”

I’m not one to allow people close to me physically or mentally, but I didn’t feel the need to push him away as his intentions didn't seem malicious. The rosé wine bottle arrives, and he says, “Ask away.” I begin my inquiry, “What is your name?” He says, “Alessandro Bianchi.” Bianchi? No. That…That belongs to one of the most powerful mobsters in the city. I gulp and ask, “Okay…Who were you shoot…shooting yesterday?” He answers, without a glint of emotion, “Santino Martino’s gang member, he had been hired to kill me and the gang is my biggest rival.”