Mobster Novels & Stories

They were all tall, stocky men, attractive if you took off their dark glasses even when there was almost no natural light and everything fell into darkness and there was an indisputable smell of alpha coming from each one of them. -The only people you don't want to cross in your fucking life- Madox replied with a smile and turned to a man who was approaching them -, it's good to see you- The one called Fernando was none other than an alpha with a broad, muscular complexion and a scar that crossed his face above the eye. His short black hair was carefully combed back. Everything normal until one looked at the type of clothing that did not go unnoticed. What is this asshole doing getting invol

' You'll soon know who she belongs to. " Good morning, sir. " Gabby said and rested his laptop on the table. " Morning, " He nodded and picked up the laptop, and placed it on his lap. " Anything new. " He asked, moving his fingers on the laptop. " Yes, sir. Italian mobsters are visiting next week. " Gabby said.

(2023) Donald Black paced back and forth in his office, his frustration palpable in the air around him. The news he had just received from his men was enough to make his blood boil. The shipment of 'Venom', the highly sought-after synthetic drug that promised immense profits for the Double Axe Mob, was nowhere to be found. It had arrived but couldn't be found, though he already knew what had happened. Despite Donald's best efforts, the Scorpiono Mafians had once again intercepted the shipment before it could reach its intended destination, just as they had done with the previous deliveries. It was becoming increasingly clear that they were playing a dangerous game with them. Toying with them

I roll my eyes and shove the content of my fork inside my mouth. " Can you let me finish?" " Yeah , I'm sorry." She waves her spoon and stuff her mouth with cereal. " Thank you. I saw this guy at the club. He was so weird and his name was Cage." " Cage? Cage Eduardo?" " Do you know everyone? Like literally every hot guy?" " Shut up. He's a mobster so basically he's fuckin popular and cute." " Wait a mobster? Did you sleep with him?" " Bitch , seriously." She rolls her eyes." I didn't. I've seen him. And yes , he's a mobster. Son of a Mafia boss in Italy. Father owns a Cartel."

"You’re just contaminated scrap. You think we’re afraid of a bastard brat trembling like this? You’re nothing but bait." "Don't touch me," Sora growled. His voice was low, vibrating in his throat like a cornered animal. The mobster didn't care. He raised the butt of his gun, ready to crush Sora’s temple. Sora closed his eyes. But before the metal could meet his skin, a massive shadow plummeted from the roof of the old building above them. Crash!

All of them were armed as well. Monster, Buck and Maverick as the enforcers for the club were already there. They searched each biker. Finally, they concluded they were clean of knives and whatever other weapons they could have hidden. A rather tall man ‒ wearing a Messenger’s cut and patch but not built as bulky as most of the men present ‒ took a step forward. “You may not know who I am.” He glared right at Breed. Breed crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re MC name is Wire. You are a first Lieutenant for the Hade’s Messengers.”

I'm familiar with most gangsters, so just in case. ''He had long hair, an ugly scarred face, and rough tattooed hands. Oh, and he was dressed in traditional robes.'' ''Oh, that's...'' Nikolai recognized the gangster right away after hearing the description. Yes, he was sure...it was none other than Hester Roswell's biggest rival; Satoru Miyamoto. He was an Alpha gangster in his early 60s and was famous for his drugs.

And now he acted like she didn’t exist. Jacobo seemed to notice something in her tone because he shifted uneasily before muttering, “The signore is very busy with work matters.” Svetlana clicked her tongue. “Oh, sure. I imagine narcotrafficking, human trafficking, and…” her voice dripped with sarcasm, every word laced with poisonous sweetness. The change in Jacobo was immediate. His back stiffened, his dark eyes gleaming with a mixture of irritation and wounded pride. “The signore doesn’t get involved in white slavery,” he replied firmly. “He’s against that.”

I wanted my pups to always know how loved they were and how wanted. “Boss I got something urgent,” Mickey said, storming into my office with Robert in tow. They closed the doors. “I’m leaving in a few just handle it,” I said, dismissively. I quickly wiped my damp cheek and sat down in the big chair. Robert set his laptop down on the desk and brought up some security camera footage of what looked like a restaurant. “I got two men in the bar here, eyes on confirmation,” Mickey said. Robert turned the screen around and I was looking at the men we’d been hunting now for over two months. Gregor Smith and Bronson Watkins. Hired thugs who helped Maxim … the ones who provided the poison that killed

Two huge dark figures approached in the dark and then stepped into the house, his personal bodyguards. I liked to call them Peanut Butter and Jelly, because they’re always together and they go well together. Listen, I was depressed and they fascinated me because they were huge. They didn’t make eye contact, they didn’t talk, until they stepped aside and Octavious entered. When he did, a rush of cold wind blew into the house and Octavious’ eyes casually glanced around the place. Octavious had on full black today, a black trench coat, black leather gloves, black Capone, black shoes…just black.