Novel & Cerita Books About Italian Mafia

Orella continued. Silvia shook her head and said, "You don't have to apologize to me." Orella smiled and started talking about the business she was doing in some of the smaller towns in Italy. "I heard Dante isn't in Naples," Silvia said after hearing all of Orella's information. Orella nodded, and she said that Dante was busy with his business. It was because his enemies were starting to mess with the man's business. She also told Silvia about her having eliminated the person behind her brother's death.

“Even before the birth of Master Reign, his father and his grandfather and his great grandfather and his…” “I get it.” I say quickly, fearing he might go on and on, if I let him. The man was a like young puppy. “So, the Rafe Mafia go way back many decades.” “Yes, ma’am. The Rafe Mafia is one of the most feared and respected cartels in Italy. We have ties all around the world.” That word ‘respected’ often translates to the most ‘hated’ in the mafia life. “So, the shipping company is just a ‘legal’ front for their shady business.” I conclude

Nevertheless—like many people—she couldn’t resist the desire to trust those who were closely entwined with the Church. Raffalle and Alva sat at the far end of the table trying not to look like black sheep and sinners. What else didn’t she know about him? As she glanced around the table, she wondered if everyone knew the business or if the women were kept out of it. Did all the men know or only some of them? Not every man at the table looked like a thug, but some fit the stereotype to a T. Were they all involved in crime, or had some opted out like Clint ? What was with the iciness between Clint and Alva and why had Clint almost become a priest? More importantly, what had motivated him to aba

“Everything’s ready inside. Security has been checked twice.” I nodded. “Good. You can leave after you bring in the files from the North office branch tomorrow morning.” “Yes, Boss.” He left, and I walked in alone. The place looked new, I dropped my coat on the couch and moved toward the window. The view was nice, at least Luca knew I loved seeing the night lights and traffics. He has been with me since my Dad sent me out of the country the if his death before he passed out. I had worked hard like a dog, clawing my way up through blood and loyalty until the name Vicente Russo started to echo again in the underworld, not as the son of a dead man, but as the man himself.

He was the almighty Mafia lord, and he shouldn't be attached to anyone. Since this happened already, he would make sure he protects her with his life. Her parents only made it easier for her to finally and legally be his. There was only one threat, Blackie, and his current trip to City G, where his meeting headquarters was, to remove him from human existence. “Is everyone on ground?” he asked. “Yes, boss,” Ryan replied, switching back to professionalism. “Good.” ~ City G ~ “Sir,” a mild calling. “Sir,” louder, and Cedric Huxley turned to the woman and man in front of him.

The young man being chased was Rodrigo Santos, the son of the well known Spanish don that had recently moved to Italy. Peace could never reign in a place where power clashed with power. The Moranos have always been known to be the rulers of the Italian underworld, with another don moving into their country and their city, they expected him to submit to them, but the Santos came from a line of mafia kings, they never bowed their heads to anyone. Furthermore there has been a long lasting enmity between these two behemoth Mafia families. Enzo Morano and Draco Santos have been enemies since the start of their lives. The names Santos and Morano never mixed as both families have been enemies for c

"I wouldn't." I took a deep breath, weighing my options. I had nowhere else to go, no one else to turn to. If he wanted to harm me, he'd had plenty of opportunities already. "Okay," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "I was taken after my shift at the diner I worked at." "What the fuck?" Shadow's eyes widened, his entire body tensing. "My father owes the mafia money apparently," I continued, watching his reaction closely. "He stole it from the boss he worked for, Cassian Romano."

Elena's Point Of View Few days ago. "Okay Mr Dominic Castellano" I said while I dropped a bunch of files on the metal desk that separated both of us. "It says here that you've been involved in multiple criminal activities" I mean it was obvious, With all those tattoos one can only imagine what a man like him was capable of— stay focused Elena. "Uhm—Drugs, illegal shipment, you've been locked up a couple of times for assault" "I didn't assault anyone" he said with his Icy deep voice that made my skin crawl.

“The great Marco Vallardi eats street tacos?” He shrugged, looking more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. “Best tacos in New York,” he said, ordering two with a familiarity that caught me off guard. For a moment, he wasn’t the mafia boss—the man who had fired a gun in a warehouse hours ago. He was just Marco, with an easy smile and a casual posture, as if the weight of his world didn’t exist. We sat at a folding table beside the cart, under a flickering streetlamp. He slid a taco toward me, and when our fingers brushed, the contact sparked something in my chest.

“What you know as the mafia now is a better version of what it was in our grandfather’s time. Back then, the bloodbath and killings were much worse. A lot of people think like Balandin, too many members of our family sacrificed their lives for the peace we’re experiencing today. The greed for power and supremacy runs in the vein of each mafia clan, even to this day.” “Before grandad passed away when I was seven, he handed down his journal to me, told me I must keep it safe. It took me years to finish all the gruesome details of the Italian mafia history in his time. Dad had an older brother, Theo, and he was supposed to lead the family business, but the Russians got him - executed him. It wa