Books About Italian Mafia Novels & Stories

keeping some distance between them so she could be able to focus. William dove right into it. "Have you ever heard of the Italian mafia?" He asked, nodding as Louisa shook her head in the negative. He continued. "They are a crime syndicate usually based in Europe but with... let's call it branches all over the world." Louisa was curious. "Well, what do they have to do with what happened fifteen years ago?" He smirked. "You really are impatient, woman. Relax, I'm getting there."

As Sherly sifted through the stack of documents on her desk, her brows furrowed in concentration. Two days had passed since the ball, yet the memory of the mysterious figure who had glared at George lingered in her mind like a haunting specter. She couldn't help but think of that man since she felt that he wasn't simple at all. He is part of the Vile Mafia; she knows it. However, for some reason, according to the information she had, she was part of the Rui Lin Mafia before.

Skye asked with a soft and gentle tone as if they were friends. “Yeah, she was one kick-ass of a woman. You know, back in the day, women were less active than men, unlike today. But she was different. One of the obvious reasons was because she was the only child of the most feared Mafia Lord at that time,” Vincent answered with his head bending forward as if it was too heavy for him to lift his head up properly. “How about Brandon Ford, also known as “Don”?” Skye asked again. I moved with extreme cautiousness not to create any sound for fear of bothering their conversation as I fetched a bottled from the fridge in the minibar. I handed one to Skye, then one to Marco. We sat side by side as w

"Who master Max?" "Nothing." How is that woman knows that Omega? Maximillian asks himself. After an hour of travelling, Maximillian arrived at the manor of his clan, where Nostra Adamus mafia clan can be found far away from the city. Legis opened his door for him, when Maximillian got out of the car, his waiting people immediately bowed and greeted him, Maximillian walked straight ahead with Legis following him in the back. "Did Mr. Sanchez, agreed on our terms?" Maximillian ask.

Then I find it: "Vitale Family Tragedy - Three Dead in Warehouse Fire" Article dated: August 5, 2007. Victims: Marco Vitale (father, 45). Sofia Vitale (mother, 42). Emilia Vitale (daughter, 8). Survivor: Dante Vitale (son, 12). Cause of fire: Arson suspected. Never proven. Then I decide to search: "Lucia Hale death 2007" Nothing. Zero results.

Matter of fact, neither does my father. The first most well known family is the De Santis. Most people don't know it but they're also in the mafia. And of course, they're first. Their leader, Ace De Santis is 22 and rumors has it, he is fucking awesome at his job. People are scared of him. I, however, most people think im a damn myth. Not that i care, people believe what they want. The leader of the Italian mafia is Ace while my father is the leader of the American mafia. We are allies... Sort of. "ALEXIA SKYLAR HALE. FOCUS.", My father yelled through the ear piece

Max replied bluntly. "And why?" "It is the Mafia capital of Italy and the home to the Napoli Licantropo Archivio della Mafia. I thought we could pay it a little visit." "Naples Lycan Archive of the Mafia. And that is where you think the book is, I presume?" "Clever girl," he remarked looking at me before patronisingly patting my head. I rolled my eyes. Three months with this man was killing me and here's why: 1. he has only two moods: cranky and sarcastic or slightly rejuvenated but still incredibly sarcastic.

I needed Gavril, just like Ilsa needed Roman. I found a study that smelled like Roman’s cologne, and my heart twisted as it looked eerily familiar to Gavril’s. The moonlight streaming through the French doors gave me enough light to start rummaging through the drawers, attempting to find anything that would give me a way to contact my husband. After a few minutes, I came across a slim black book, surprised when I opened it up to find numerous well-known Mafia and crime bosses around LA. I had just found the ultimate little black book!

Being with him, Falcon, mostly irritated by his nature, if Amber was not good in his statistics and facts he would be in Aslan's belly Falcon chuckled at his own thoughts. He was A shrewd businessman, domineering and who showed astute or sharp judgment in practical matters, sometimes at the cost of moral compromise: a shrewd businessman. cunning or tricky; artful yet composed. Being a Mafia Capo was nothing just a compliment in his dominant personality. He was born to rule. Focused ,atrocious, courageous and witty. The Italian mafia, named for family honor, respect, drugs, money, and running from the law, created a fixation and aspiration on the American gangster image. When anyone could thi

"Yes. A powerful Mafia family here in Italy. No one really knows much about their operations, but rumors are always flying here and there. It is rumored that they own most of the clubs, restaurants, and casinos in the country too. It's quite crazy." "Wow." I mean, it wasn't my first time hearing of mafias in books and movies, but in real life, it definitely was, and it felt kind of surreal. The thought of killing someone or selling drugs to people while a handsome young leader directed the whole operation just felt a lot more like fantasy than real life to me. "We should probably get going. The club opens around 11 p.m." "Okay, that's crazy. I thought most clubs open up early."