Mobster Novels & Stories

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.

Above being the cover story of Rolling Stone like some kind of rock star of telecommunications. He was nothing but a big jerk.

Avri clicked on the blue-colored mob link. A mob boss by the name of Ramirez appeared on the screen, and she read the report. Ramirez was noted for making deals with criminals on the run who wanted or needed to make a lot of money in a short amount of time. Using force and blackmail to get investors' money in real estate was one of his specialties.

I pushed her to the brink. “Boss, you good with that?” Deron asks, snapping my focus back to the present. I look around the dark SUV as my inner circle, Deron, Stephon, Kris, and Max, are preparing to help orchestrate a raid on a meatpacking plant. It’s one of many business fronts for the Scarfo mafia. This one, in particular, is run by Vinnie and his crew. It took a little digging, but Max managed to track the bastard down with ease.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” “As I’m sure you’re aware, I’m not calling to chat,” came the gruff voice on the other end. “It’s done, Logan.” “It’s… done?” “The Italian mobster found them.” I leaned against my desk, a strange sense of relief and a swirl of other emotions flooding through me all at once.

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."

AUTHOR: - V MAIN CHARACTERS: - Sarah Bert- Age- 22. A second-year college student and a part-time worker. Kind, sympathetic and loves helping others. Falls in love easily. Hates violence. Bible Holding- Age- 25. Mafia and manages his brother’s business. Trustworthy, rude and has guilty conscience. Playboy and doesn’t attach feelings towards anyone easily. Loves violence.

Finally, the bartender left his station, taking a seat next to Chiara. He placed his hand on her thigh, clearly taking advantage of the fact that Chiara was drunk and not in the right state of mind. “So, I’m Gambino. What’s your name?” He asked, flashing her a slight smile. Chiara’s cheeks reddened. If it was back then, she would have pushed his hand off and complimented it with a slap but she was much too intoxicated to care. “Chiara.” She muttered, her eyes locked on his green ones.

Right in between his legs and he bell back with a groan. “ Bitch!” He snarled at me, his eyes darkened. I shriveled in fear, my neck shrunk and my eyes went low as I avoided his gaze. I mumbled repeatedly, “ I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to. “ I knew what these men were and amongst all of them, he was the strongest, the one with the real power. The capo. And I just had the audacity to kick his dick. The Mafia had one rule,