Organized Crime Books Novels & Stories

Only if they knew… "I want you both to set up a meeting and also request for my niece back and a sum of ten million dollars as payment for damages caused. If they refuse and I know they will. We will get her back and when we do, I'll end all of them." For what looked like minutes, I explored every inch of Syrius's face. Behind the scarred stone-faced expression was a man in pain, exactly what I wanted. Organized crime families mostly dabbled in narcotics, prostitution, and gambling. Throughout the city of Los Angeles, a few powerful mafias ran them all with great skill and experience spreading their power to the rest of the country using this city as their headquarters. Narcotics was doing b

I replied. "But…" He started, encouraging me to continue. "It’s hard to believe the kind of people into crime and these kinds of activities would remain honest or this organized with no room for side deals. I mean, betrayal and one-upping is just part of the business." Antonio gave orders to the woman in the kitchen, using an aggressive Italian. He grabbed some cokes and then came to sit down next to me. "See, most people think that because crime is so disorganized and lacking proper leadership. But in reality, these types of people beg for leaders and control."

They talked about The Business and that meant a kind of organization. So, I looked further. Then, I stumbled on some hits about definitions. I read them and what I read; I could not believe it. They said the term mafia referred to a criminal organization that had its own culture, politics, and economy. This organization did business in different areas like gambling, drug trafficking, prostitution, trading in weapons, and fraud. Some of these terms I did not understand and searched even further. In the end, I had even more questions, but mostly I was shocked. Had my brother engaged himself in a world of illegal activities and wrongdoings?

He never realized the only reason he was able to put that sick bastard behind bars was because I made it happen. From the moment I joined Boris’ rússkaya máfiya group, I had set my eyes on taking over. I knew I could manage every aspect of our organized crime better and make it more profitable. Boris raged too much, made too many mistakes that cost lives unnecessarily and he managed it with personal emotions. If you happened to cross his path on a bad day, he’d kill you without any reason. That wasn’t a way to run our operation or any of our businesses successfully. So, I learned every aspect of our organization and slowly took more and more control of our illegal businesses and all the cont

Becca would still be at the hall for another half hour, approving some final touches. Sitting in my office, I got set up in front of my computer, gazing at the various articles accessible to the public and growing. One of the headlines read 'Organized Crime Violence on the Rise in Florence' and 'Heist Breaks Bank of Over a Million.' The mafia was being blamed for that, no doubt.

Height: 6'3" (tall, really tall) All muscle. Expensive, dark gray suit. Tom Ford brand. Price: at least $5,000. Patek Philippe watch. Price: $80,000. (Who wears an $80,000 watch?) Big hands, with scars on the knuckles. No wedding ring. Age: maybe thirty My brain is screaming DANGER DANGER DANGER. Run for your unloved life! But he doesn't say anything. He just slides a leather notebook across the table toward me. I look down. The handwriting is sharp and clean: You said you hated your life. I fixed it. You have 24 hours to decide if you want to keep it. After that, it disappears. My mouth is dry. "Who the hell are you?" He picks up his pen and writes again: Someone who's been watching you. "T

Jonathan looked back at Genevieve and then whispered something to Clint . Genevieve didn’t give two hoots what his family thought about it. She may be a lapsed Catholic, but she wasn’t about to go receive the body and blood without having her sins purged. It wasn’t worth the risk to her soul. Let them think what they wanted. This farce had gone too long anyway. Watching the mobsters participate in the ritual, she wondered how many of them had recently killed or beaten someone or committed some other crime. She wondered if they’d gone to confession and if so, what they possibly could have told the priest to absolve themselves for their crimes.

Nicoli questioned. “I would like to think so. So far she has cooked multiple meals and so far has kept the house clean.” I replied as I stood from my seat and walked towards the mini-bar I had in the living room. I offered Nicoli a drink and he gladly accepted it. We had just left my father’s house. He was being investigated by the police once again and we had met up with his lawyers. So far the police were simply fishing and had no concrete evidence that tied my father to any crime but his lawyers advised us to lay low.

Aside from side-by-side news about drugs and human trafficking, there's nothing worth spreading on television right now. Meanwhile, the Vile Mafia, sensing the heat from recent investigations into their ties with government officials, had adopted a strategy of laying low for the time being, allowing the storm to pass. All of the people inside the government shouldn't get involved in any dark matter inside the underworld. They could use it as a business, but none of them should lay their hands on it in terms of illegal dealings.

“Contains information on the deep finances of almost every Mafia family in the city. Whatever your boyfriend was doing for Bonetti, he also had his fingers deep into the other families’ pockets too. He must have some sort of…specialized hacking knowledge. He was amassing a great deal of information, and keeping it on paper so no one else could get their hands on it.” I sigh, nodding as I hang my head. “Steven is something of a…savant with computers. Even though he did end up being absolute shit at trading crypto, when it came to navigating the web, even the dark web? Yeah. He could get you anything you wanted.” “He was planning big shit, Iris,” Christian says, the seriousness of his tone mak