Mobster Characters Novels & Stories

Stupid cocksucker. "This just in," the newscaster announced, and he looked so thrilled that I wondered if he also knew the guy personally. It seemed possible. A sonofabitch like that was bound to make enemies from all walks of life. "Boss of the Frankie Brothers crime family, Charlie Mochiatto has been arrested today on charges of first degree murder, attempted murder, racketeering, and making terroristic threats. He is also suspected to be involved in multiple other crimes spanning decades. Who knows how many of these charges will stick, but I think we can safely say one thing for certain: he will be going away for a long, long time."

To Drexel who sees him as only his business partner, they both respected their title and for years they have never been any clash between the Mafia Godfather and the notorious assassin. "Boss," Albertrosso's assistant said in a very deep voice as he walked up to him. he was way younger than his boss, he had shaved hair which he dyed blonde, a round big fat head, a small button nose with an overgrown mustache, he was not in the categories of tall men but he was average in height and he had a stunted built body. "the boys had managed to catch the foolish man that stole a truck of your opium," he added.

"Just kidding! You don't take jokes well. Eat up so you can put some meat on those bones." I raised an eyebrow. "Do you honestly expect me to enjoy my meal with you right in front of me?" I retorted. He leaned in. "Quite the sharp tongue you got there, huh?" "If you know, then leave," I retorted and resumed eating. This guy is disrupting my meal. I knew it; he'd just tease me. He and Luigi are so different from each other. Unlike him, Luigi is serious and hardly cracks a smile. I've probably seen him smile only twice in the weeks I've been staying here. How on earth did they become friends with such opposite personalities?

His expression showed anger and despondency. Boris is tall, very tall. His body was very muscular, with tattoos all over his body and an ethereal posture. I couldn't deny that he was a handsome and attractive man. His hair was dark, slicked back. Dark brown eyes, almost black. A thinning beard, making his features even more mature. The look the mobster had on me didn't please me. It only made me even more afraid. My mother looks at me and gestures with her hand. She wants me to say something.

"I can't believe that Mr. Thomsey is going to get married?! As many women he passed by without the slightest attention he finally decided to agree to take his wife!" "I don't know?! He before he agreed; Mr. Thomsi punched Mr. Giorgio twice in the face and in the second blow he knocked Giorgio completely flat to the ground! I've never seen the owner act like this?! I wonder what he said?" Giorgio has him even angry like that?!” "Don't you know that the two are members of the mafia?! Maybe this situation is more normal than you think!" "Yes, I know! That's why I'm trying not to piss off anyone around here!"

The Mizzeti is the only American mob group the Antonio gave gotten involved with and it's good business, not disagreement or war. Zilda was a tool for the alleged mob ground just as he was to the late mayor of Thornhill The Black Viper worked in the darkness to slit throats and projects bullets at targets, not caring if they deserved it or not. Feeling guilty as hell, he retreated the weapon and the tears flowed down his eyes. She was just like him and the more he thought about it, the more it hurts.

her escort asked in a flat voice, emotionless. Svetlana blinked, snapping back to the present. “I don’t know…” she whispered, more to herself than to him. And truly, she didn’t know. Meanwhile, Dante was lost in his own world, cigarette smoke rising in lazy spirals toward the office ceiling, mixing with the heavy air. The dim light of the desk lamp barely illuminated the faces of the men seated around the table—a hardened group, molded by violence, loyal to the death, awaiting orders from their capo. But Dante Bellandi said nothing.

I was sent away for a while. When I came back, I came to know that Hector bought the cop who was appointed to investigate my father's case. Hector's cop murdered a thief gang and showed the court that he killed the gang who had murdered my father. All my dad's loyal servants were nowhere to be found. It was like they all vanished. I knew Hector must have done everything in his power to make them shut their mouths. I could not blame them. We all have families. And we all equally care and love our family. It wasn't their fault to care for their families.

Who the hell are these people? "Mr. Mendoza", "Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Montes..", the younger Mendoza drawls sarcastically "... Where's your husband?", Mom's mouth opens and closes like a fish gasping for air out of water. I'm under no illusion who these men are. Mobsters. That explains all the arms, and men, and aura. Mom finally gathers herself and calls dad's name. After two tries, he comes downstairs. He looks scared at first, shaken. But he masks with a neutral expression.

Dmitri spat out blood in my direction, an act of disrespect. I stood up from the chair and walked closer to him, raising his chin so he could take a look at me. "Unlike your miserable father, I am the biggest Mafia Lord in the entire city. Every single one of my enemies fears me, and they all have the right to do so. I am showing you mercy by exchanging your freedom for that of your sister, you should be thankful." I let go afterward, and with one last look at him, I walked out of the room.