Organized Crime Books Novels & Stories

"They have connections to organized crime, money laundering, and even political corruption. This goes far deeper than a simple business rivalry." A chill ran down my spine as the gravity of the situation sunk in. Our fight was not just against a powerful corporation; it was against a web of criminality that reached into the highest echelons of society. The mere thought sent shivers down my spine, and I looked to Victor, silently seeking his guidance. Victor's expression hardened, his determination resolute. "We cannot turn a blind eye to this. We have a duty to expose their crimes and ensure justice is served."

“Like two families rule New York collectively as Cosa Nostra, Bratva is ruled by three families, bonded by a very fickle alliance. Human trafficking, however, is rooted deep within only one of the families.” “The Ivanovs,” Dom understood the matter. “Yes.” I went on, “If I’m right, one of the Ivanovs is wreaking havoc from within my territory. We just need to find out where he is hiding.” “They might not be as reckless as they were four years ago.” I remembered the entire matter clearly. In collaboration with the LA Crime Family, we uprooted one of the three Ivanov brothers, who ran a drug trafficking and testing chain. But the two other Ivanovs were still alive and causing trouble even four

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

It was a text from Damon wishing me goodnight. ************** ~Trisha’s POV~ Sitting at the centre of the living room with a glass of red wine in my hand, I listened as my brother, Matteo, leaned back on the couch opposite me, his eyes scanning a thick stack of papers. “This is everything from the past quarter,” he said, tossing the documents onto the table between us. “Gianni’s businesses are clean on the surface, but I’m telling you, there’s something shady going on with their new shipping routes.”

She still remembers clearly when her father chose that woman. "Just tell me what you want to tell me!" Orella said in a cold tone. "Do you know if Juan knows a secret about the Red Eagle group?" "Do you also want to meet the leader of that group? Isn't that group nothing compared to the two big families, Maldini and Ludovic," Orella replied as she sat on the chair across from her father. Orella looked at her father and listened to her father's explanation for wanting to meet the leader of the group. Although the group was not as big as the Maldini and Ludovic families, it was starting to encroach on every business they had.

SECTION 1 PROLOGUE § LOUIS § “No weakness”. That had always been my motto. Taking over my stepfather's criminal organisation set me alight on a dark and fiery path. I sold drugs, I smuggled firearms into the country, and I collected debts from people who wouldn't pay up. I was the Don. Motherfuckers knew better than to cross me. I was powerful. Indomitable. People feared me. The consequence for anybody who crossed me was a bullet between their eyes...

Just dust and paper. I step inside anyway and shut the door behind me. I want the silence. I run my fingers along the mahogany edge of the desk, then move to the shelves. The books are a mess. Some have cracked spines, while others look brand new, like they were bought just to fill the space. I didn't think Jaydon was the type to read for pleasure. He seems too clinical, too driven by numbers and power. I reach out and pull a random volume from the middle shelf. The weight of it is heavy in my hand. I turn it over to see the cover, and my jaw drops.

In this world the story of a man who rose from foot soldier to Don was not unusual. It happened. Had happened throughout the history of organised crime in Naples and everywhere else these structures existed. The man who started at the bottom and through combination of intelligence and loyalty and specific ruthlessness at the right moments climbed through the levels and arrived eventually at the top. Literature celebrated this story. Films celebrated it. There was something in the human appetite for narrative that found the rise from nothing to power deeply satisfying regardless of the moral complexity of the world the rising happened in.

Some clearly criminal. "I did business with Lorenzo Santini. I knew what he was. What he did. But he had resources. Connections. Things I needed to grow. So I made deals. Ignored the bodies. Pretended it was just business." "I worked with the Council. Before it became what you made it. When it was still criminal. Still dangerous. I was part of that. Enabled it. Profited from it." "I hurt people. Destroyed competitors. Ruined businesses. Families. Lives. All in pursuit of empire. Of control. Of filling the emptiness."