Books About The Italian Mafia の小説・ストーリー

* * * * * * * * * * PD Luciana wandered through the villa's garden, the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass filling her lungs. But her mind wasn't on the serene surroundings. Alessandro's words echoed in her thoughts; "Antonio's family is Mafia... they're ruthless. They'll stop at nothing to get what they want." She shivered, despite the warmth of the sun on her skin. The Mafia's reputation was notorious - brutal killings, extortion, and corruption. They operated in the shadows, and their influence reached the highest echelons of power.

I didn’t want to call him for backup, but he was the only agent who would defy the rules to get to me in time. Now was the best time to retire, hand in my letter and leave the agency, then come up years later as a special investigator in the private sector. My phone chimed and the short text killed my dreams. Zaverio wanted to meet with me to discuss something important. He never called or sent long messages, anything he wanted to say was in person or nothing. He had also never checked me for tapes or asked if I ever recorded any of our conversations. These questions never came up because Zaverio was a secure man who didn’t need me to bring him down. The news of Alan Spinoza was the biggest

He asks when tons of questions keep stabbing him from inside. “Yes, I am.” “How dare you enter my house?” His presence billows Jacob’s heart from the inside, but he tries to stay calm. Henry’s gaze has trailed all over the house, that is reflecting the wish of seeing someone in particular. The living room is the same as before; nothing has changed at all. The color of the walls, the decoration of the living room, the cozy, comfortable couch with the pillows printed with the art of two little boys—everything is the same as before, just the pattern of the relationship has been changed brutally. Controlling all the emotions that have been raised a while ago, his gaze falls on Jacob. “Calm down,

My gaze focused on the folder, my fingers itching to open it and just see, but my heart begging me to keep my faith in those that I love, to not let a piece of paper ruin us. After a day and a half, my brain won and my heart cried out as I placed my hand over the folder and opened it. I gathered whatever strength I had left in me and read the first paper, the newspaper talking about the explosion and its unknown source. The second discussing the sudden disappearance of the one and only, the head of the Italian mafia, Isaac Viarchi. Mafia? Oh my god. I can't do this.

Romanian Mafia; the fuckers were linked directly to Alberto Moretti when he was still Underboss. A collective gasp rippled through the room, and the tension instantly multiplied. The news was shocking, but since I have their attention now, I might as well continue. “My father mentioned that someone has been skimming profits from our joint operations, playing us all for fools,” I continued. “But since he could never obtain the evidence of this, I decided to put a plan into place. Last night it yielded results and I am prepared to retaliate.” Allesandro, a burly man with a thick Brooklyn accent, spoke up. “Giovanni, how do we know they're to blame? What evidence do you have?”

I went into the den and grabbed my own brandy and knocked back a couple of glasses. I need a plan … I need to get Emery back. My mother was right about one thing. This engagement isn’t just about us. It’s about the peace and wellbeing of two mafia gangs. And the business? It comes before everything else.

She had lost it. With a small huff, Rosa sat back down, flipping through the book again to search slowly this time. That’s when certain words caught her eye. Mafia. Blood. Gun. Knife. Betrayal. Loyalty and many more dark words. Her brows furrowed deeper with each word. What kind of book was this? Rosa let out a soft sigh. Her fingers brushed the leather cover with disappointment. She hadn’t come for this. She only wanted to see the name on that letter. Just the name.

Only she would choose such a final way to say goodbye to the past. Just then, his phone rang. It was Marco. When the call was connected, he immediately cried, "Don, we're in big trouble! The family business has completely collapsed! The bank has frozen all our accounts, and the media... They're saying we're involved in money laundering and murder!" "Shut up! I don't want to hear this nonsense!" Henson roared. "But we have to do something! The Romano family is already taking over our territories, and other families are watching and waiting. If we don't act soon, the Costello family is finished!"

Luca Martinelli was the fucking boogeyman. "Bloody smart idiot," I grumbled under my breath as I gave up looking for any information on him. From what I saw on Antonio's search, he was the Don of the Martinelli familia. The biggest crime family of the Italian, Russian, and Mexican mafias. I didn't want to admit but I was impressed. Luca covered his tracks well, making it seem like the Martinelli familia fell after Antonio's sudden disappearance. I sighed, having seen enough, and closed all tabs, removing everything from the search history too.

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.