Hot Italian Mafia Men Novels & Stories

I asked, finally getting curious, sounds familiar. “Yeah, younger son of Lorenzo Marini, leader of the Italian mafia,” Ziven explained. “Italian? I heard they had made up with Zakat”, “Lorenzo changed the plan last minute, well Elion precisely”. “So Zakat had their office blown out” I arched my brow, interesting. Zakat is the Russian mafia and according to the intel I had, they had ended their enmity with the italians. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number.

And if I use my brain right I am sure he won't find me. I still can't believe I saved the Mafia king's life. I also found out that man's name. He is a white-collar businessman, really famous, Arcangelo Romano. He is one of the richest men in Italy. He had the face of an angel. Very handsome. Gorgeous even.

“I want to ask if you know who the hell I am, but even a recruit into the police force knows who I am, or who my former boss is, and what the hell it is I can do.” Rhodes gulped, his eyes full of fear, his grip on the cuffs and gun loosening. “Who the hell are you?” “Dominic Vitiello, motherfucker. Head of the Italian mafia; husband to the head of the Spanish Cartel; son-in-law to….ahh….I do not think I need to give you the details. You only need to know three things;

She fell to the ground and a sigh of relief breathed through her lips. "Since when did he care?" Emy found herself asking inwardly. Some of the men who recognized that it was Jayden, the leader of the Black Shade Mafia, which was the most dangerous and most notorious Mafia in Italy, ran back to their seats while some completely left the club, looking so tattered and disorganized. "It isn't your turn, man, wait till I am done with this bitch. I haven't touched her enough yet and still have a long way to go with her." A young man, who seemed to be in his early thirties, said.

“Hmm. That’s probably a good thing. We couldn’t find any direct links to you, even though you grew up near Sicily. You always go by Tris, which makes things simpler compared to other undercover folks.” Having a name similar to my own helps me stay grounded. Some people need to completely separate from their real lives, but for me, it’s easier to weave in real details than to make up stories and keep track of them. “So, what’s the deal with the De Luca family?” I pull my hand away from James’s and start rubbing his thigh in slow circles. “They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.”

"This is Javier Pérez, the Columbian Mafia leader." Javier. The man she was looking at. He's not as old as the other men here. Maybe in his mid thirties. It seemed like he hadn't payed much attention to her until the introduction. His eyes checked her out quickly before they exchanged a handshake, both aware of the attraction to one another. My father continues, "Next is Conan Fitzgerald, the Irish Mob boss. Boris Kolev rules in Bulgaria, and Simon Kaminski is the leader of the Polish Pruszków mafia."

He most likely is a bastard. We were greeted by a small brunette and a big man with strong shoulders as we knocked on the oak door. As he shook the man's hand, the father grinned. These are probably the parents. Father gave me a nod. "It's my daughter here. Alessandro Ferrari She is the mafia boss in Italy." Although I did, they failed to notice the contempt in his words.

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

She is not understanding why he is not reacting the way everyone else does when they are around Mafia men. "Why are you not scared of them? You know who they are right?" she asked doubtfully. She is glad that he is courageous. But she is not understanding where his confidence is coming from. Matteo doesn't want to tell her the truth. At least not yet. She is scared of her father, and he doesn't want to see the same fear for him. So he only told her the half-truth. "I am the CEO of Carter and Gonsalves constructions. If I want, I can buy all the Mafia men of this city. If they have guns, then I have money and connections. Don't worry" he assured her.

She stared at him in anger while stepping out. "How has my plan failed? How did Vicente let Samantha go? How has she come back?" "Darling, you are messing with the wrong person. I can't hurt you because I like you but I can definitely hurt Aaron." He smiled devilishly. After some time. Samantha, Martin, and Peter gathered in one room. "Tell me, what’s the problem between my father and Aaron's father?" She asked Martin "Aaron's father's name is Lucas. He was the godfather of the mafia of Italy before he died. "