The Mafia Who Lost His Cool Novels & Stories

The eight Dons; Moncho, Raphael, Chevy, Clyde, Apache, Columbo, Carmine, and Bugsy, were all either involved in shady deals or had one selfish reason to the other, as to why Caddaric should be destroyed. “The monster. He is indeed worse than his father,” the oldest amongst them, Don Columbo remarked. The younger ones had not seen Casper in action until the video of Lord Night went viral among the mafia groups. “They are even two now. Who is the other guy?” Don Chevy asked from the video call. Moncho was the only one among them who attended the ruined wedding and knew a few things. All he wanted was Juliet, for which reason he was ready to go with whichever plan these dons hatched. He respond

Frustrated, I scratched the tape off his mouth. “What a pleasure, Mr. Roman!” He said as soon as he could speak, and chuckled. “I didn’t know I’d get to meet you. I mean a lowlife like me…” “Yes, well, unlike your boss, I like to face my enemy head on,” I said as I leaned on the chair in front of him. “What I don’t get is that your Mafia has lost atleast six of their men trying to spy on us. Why don’t you give up or change your strategy?”

He had the ability for me to flip the switch, and my switch was all the way flipped. “Marcus Easter, you’re under arrest.” Monteyo motioned for him to turn around, and as he did, Monteyo put the handcuffs on him. Worthing was watching Ashton, who was as cool as a fucking cucumber. I wanted to commit murder, in front of these cops, but no. The Mafia head guy was all nonreactive and Mr. Cool Joe. Then again, that’s probably why he did what he did. As Monteyo was reading my father his rights, my dad turned his head my way. “Sweetie. Honey. I heard what happened to you, and I was worried—”

If he was aware of Dominic's sour mood, he did a good job of playing it cool. "What is the word on the street?" The Mafia community was a tight-knit community, everyone knew when to look the other way and shut their mouth. but there was always the fool that ran his mouth. And that fool was their best bet at getting any leads about who shot Frank. "Nothing yet, but the council is panicking. I had a meeting with old Enzo this morning. We have most of the member's full support, they loved Frank." Yuri locked his beefy fingers together on his chest.

Collins was In a deep thought about his life and all that had happened to him, and how he lost all his money to the police, and he lost a truck of packages to the hijackers, and he had been in the mafia world for years without anything left for him In his savings,

Sherry had heard stories about the female mafia bosses are vicious, ruthless women who were just as cruel as the men they worked with. "Two hundred thousand!" shouted a voice from the back. Sherry looked up for the first time, her eyes wide with panic. The man who had bid was tall, dressed in a sleek grey suit. His red eyes glowed like embers in the dim light. A Mafia. Next to him stood another man, holding an umbrella over his head even though there wasn’t a drop of rain. The second man’s smile sent a chill down Sherry’s spine. There was something wrong with him from his calm demeanor.

“They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.” My mind keeps drifting back to something I caught on TV a while back in Sierra’s office. She seemed to know the brothers and had a soft spot for one of them. I squint, trying to recall her exact words. She was pretty specific, like there was more beneath the surface. I thought about digging deeper then, but it didn’t seem relevant to either of my jobs. “The organization is falling apart. Nolan and Flint are on the brink of a full-blown war.” “And?” How well does Sierra really know these guys? Sometimes, the ties between people run deeper than they look.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

“As in the mafia?” Lorenzo met her eyes without flinching. "Yes," he said. "The same Salvatore who owns half of Brooklyn Town. We rule with power and we’re feared for a reason." A chill ran down her spine. She wasn’t sure if it was fear… or the thrill of knowing she stood so close to a man like him. “You’re not joking?” she asked again. “I’m not joking.” There was no lie in his eyes. This man is the famous Lorenzo Salvatore.

They said he'd gone mad after losing his wife, that he was offering a hefty reward for any information. If whispers of that reached even this remote place, I could only imagine the scale of his search. I knew him—Vince was a man of extremes, terrifying in his obsession. And I didn't dare guess what a man like that might do when driven to madness. A few days passed. Then another rumor drifted into town. They said Macallum's mafia boss had lost his mind from the grief. His men only hoped to help him fulfill his final wish before death. I knew then—he hadn't given up.