Novel & Cerita Organized Crime Books

he asked “The one by the mall, the one in the north where that parking lot is facing…” “That is my best spot, Andres… you cannot do this” Manuel whined “And the east side that is free from the cops. You should be grateful that I am allowing you keep your life, you will bounce back and make sure I never have to take up arms against your family, is that understood?” “You have a deal” Manuel said, sighing. The once strong mafia lord, felled by his own children; thankfully I never did love kids so I wasn’t going to worry about having any with Catherina because I wanted none.

In Charlie’s opinion, there were two ways to crack down on organized crime from Europe and the United States. He could either do it as he did before and wipe out gangs such as the Canadian mafia trafficking in people or the ruthless Mexican cartel forces directly—wipe them all out, kill, or capture them. Alternatively, he could treat this organized crime like a durian fruit. Firstly, strip off all its thorns and then devour the remaining flesh. Although Charlie wasn't interested in petty money, since he was here today, he couldn't leave empty-handed. Since he planned to let Angus grow and expand in the future, Antonio's family would be the first feast he prepared for Angus.

Did I mention I am a man-whore? I stepped out of the car, adjusted my clothes, and Samuel and I made our way inside. I opened the door and was greeted by my men. One of the men told me that they found the man who was selling drugs. I would allow anything to be sold, but I would never allow drugs to be sold or trafficking in women and children. If I could kill every single person who trafficks with women and children, I wouldn't hesitate. Just give me their location and I'll go right now.

Tony said simply. “What like the Mafia?” Said Grace shocked. “The Mafia is the Italian version, you already met Xan who is the Chinese Gang Syndicate leader and you already met the European one as well!" Tony said carefully. “Xan, that arsehole I just stared down?” Grace said and Tony nodded. "Who is the European one?” She asked quickly. Tony sighed and said “Kurt Blackwood!” There was a silence as the blood drained out of Grace’s face. She felt like someone had ripped her heart out and kicked her in the stomach at the same time.

I retort back. "Anyways, as I can see, you're taking the truth very optimistically, I don't find a reason to hide it from you anymore. Anna, these Red Skulls and Rivas or Cosa Nostra, they all are mafia gangs who runs the illegal trade including all the dirty work for example- robbery, drug smuggling, human trafficking, assassinations and of coarse abduction for heavy ransom." He explains me and to say, my ears go deaf and brain stops functioning, it would be an understatement. I blink my eyes quite a few times to make myself believe in what I just heard.

“Wanna go to the library? There is something I want to show you.” “Something? What is it?” Cedric was curious. “As the successor for the next boss, you need to broaden your knowledge. I remember there is one important book that I believe you haven’t read it yet. It is a book about our mafia’s historical achievements. There were also documentaries about our crimes and murders as the proud mafia. I think you should know about it so that you won’t get shocked.” Indeed, Cedric believed that he never read books about his mafia clan’s dark history. Now that he was very curious, he begged Vincent to show him.“Take me there, uncle!”

He was no ordinary stranger. He was the king of the mafia world. The immortal boss, as everyone called him. Don Antonio de Marino, the notorious El Capo and ruler of La Vendetta Oscura, the largest and most powerful mafia organization in Las Vegas. The mention of his name brought men to their knees and seized them with terror. He was ruthless, merciless, a menace, and even the police steered clear of him. His world revolved around three things: wealth, power and revenge.

As he took the oath and sat down, Cross approached, carrying a file folder. “Agent Barlowe,” he began, “you’ve been a member of the FBI for how many years?” “Ten,” Logan replied. “And in those ten years, how many organized crime families have you investigated?” Logan leaned forward slightly. “Five, including the Costello family.” Cross nodded, “And in your professional opinion, how would you describe the Costello family’s reach and influence?” Logan’s lips thinned before he answered, “It’s unparalleled. Their network spans multiple states and other countries, and their operations are protected by layers of legitimate businesses, corrupt officials, and fear.”

I grinned, letting my hand out for him to shake. He nodded in agreement, and shook my hand. I’d sold ten children today. I knew that my partner in the mafia, Damon, had told me he was against human trafficking, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was a heartless prick. I’d do anything for money. And right now… Money was all I cared about. I needed lots of it, in order to take over Damon’s position in the business. Damon was just a means to an end. As soon as I’d learnt all the strategies off him and explained them to the Juarez cartel, we were going to take Damon out.

"What do we know about this man?" Roman cleared his throat. "He was in the mafia organisation many years ago but he quit. Now we know nothing other than he's a businessman. Every other thing about him is discreet." The others watched silently as Nikolai walked toward the glass wall overlooking the city skyline. "I don’t believe in coincidences," he said quietly after a long silence. "If my private seal was used, someone inside opened the door for him." Roman swallowed hard, but before he could say a thing, Victor chirped. "You think someone betrayed us?"