Mobster Novels & Stories

He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood. With all the media coverage that the case had garnered nation wide, he had hordes of people beating the doors down to see it. Everyone had wanted to see the infamous 'murder motel' where the crazy man and his deranged son had kidnapped all those women and then brutally murdered them. Everyone's favorite place to check out was the old well that had held all the bodies of the victims.

Counter-Strike: Dammit! Counter-Strike: Truman, Robin, Victor, I warn you, the FBI has arrested you on charges of drug smuggling. Be careful, if I catch you, I'll have you shot. Truman: Captain, my main business is arms smuggling. Captain, you have to believe in my innocence, I'm just a scapegoat. Robin: Captain, my main business is money laundering and online transactions. Please believe me, I'm innocent. Monster: What you said is what I wanted to say.

“Your turn.” “Nice to meet you, Mr. Ashton Walkers. I’m the Italian Mafia. The one and only, Marco Harold,” the man introduced, forwarding his hand in between the bars. “What?” Ashton gasped. In the wildest of dreams, he hasn’t dreamt of hearing another Mafia’s name after Simone Thompson’s demise but this was not an ordinary Mafia, he was the Lord of the Mafia World. “What do …you want from me?” Ashton asked. “Not from you but from the woman for whom you burnt Glacier to pieces. Simone Thompson,” he answered at once though his face crunched in distaste when he mouthed Simone’s name.

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.

“Who is taking care of you girls?” I look around, and the place is a mess. The girls have been living off cans of soup and microwaved food. “Where are the servants?” “We have no money to pay them.” Stella growls, and the whole house shakes. After that, she won’t stop howling in my head. I cover my ears. Pain shoots through me in waves, and she shifts while I’m weak. She smashes through a window and is off seeking her new prey. Sebastian is a mobster who owns many casinos. His favorite is the Scorpion Hotel and Casino. I’ve picked my father up there on many an occasion, drunk as a skunk.

I try to get up from the table, but the mobster stops me. “I need you in this business, love—espabilo—, Erick, I need you to arm some bombs for Gian Lucas's whorehouse; love, you will be my bait, I need you to seduce the new boss in charge of the place. Italian asshole stole my merchandise and I want it back.” He wants to bring down the night club with them inside. Damn son of a bitch! ********

she says. "You want me along?" Jay asks as we step into the metal box. "You'd better." She's focused on the closing doors. "If Valeriya calls her father to tell him I threatened her, there might be trouble." "Who is he?" I say. Her eyes twinkle in amusement, a smile playing at the edges of her lips. "Russian mafia. Your favorite." "Think they could have taken your product?" I suggest. "Doubtful. They use my business in Russia to clean their money. But it's good to be sure." As the elevator doors open, she exits.

Panicked, I hit him a few times and when he finally stopped, he looked at me, not with shock but with a coldness hard to describe in words. “Get the hell off me!” I shouted in despair, pushing him hard, trying to put some distance between us. Did I catch him off guard? I didn’t think so. I knew the mobster was a man who couldn’t be taken by surprise. He was so cold on the inside that one look at him instantly froze me. But that didn’t mean I’d let myself be walked all over. “Fuck…” And he nervously stormed off, leaving behind him an unmistakably sexy musky aroma. I was expecting him to react violently given his notoriety, but to my surprise, he preferred to hu

A very familiar man's face, someone I knew as Carlos Hernandez, the mob boss of the black Mafias. "Ciao, Bresfort, I assume you know of your beloved Aubrey's disappearance, and you're probably thinking of ways to execute me, which we both know is a long shot." I clenched my jaw. "Well if you're wondering," There was a slight shift in the camera and soon after, I was looking at Aubrey's sleeping figure, her hair was covering her face a little. I groaned in anger, seeing her in that state wasn't the best feeling.

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."