Novel & Cerita Italian Mafia Books

"Great. We'll go have all the fun, and Miss Nerd here can go back to her books." She rolled her eyes again. "I'm not a nerd." "Yet you act like one." "Is the club close by?" I asked after they stopped bantering, and he nodded. "Thirty minutes away. It's actually open to mostly prestigious people and is rumored to be owned by the Mancini family." "Mancini family?" "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."

What would The Bishop of New York need with Kieran’s small birthright of Hell’s Kitchen? The Italians left cocaine smuggling to them while they dealt in heroin. That was the agreement he and Luca Andretti came to in order to keep the peace. As for arms dealing, Kieran was the only one who dealt with the shipments. He didn’t trust anyone to do it, not even his closest siblings. “Kieran,” Danielle walked up behind him, anger in her voice. She was a short, slim built woman who had a penchant for violence. Her long blonde hair whipped behind her as she walked up to him.

” “Actually, I know quite a lot about them. I was quite obsessed with the movie “The godfather” I was so impressed by Joe Profaci, who used his olive oil distributorship as a front for his illegal activities, and Carlo Gambino, who used a quiet, non-flashy style en route to power. That movie inspired me to take on a very dangerous project while I was in school. I did a story on the Italian last Mafia Lord Matteo Messina Denaro, also known as Diabolik. He was the Godfather of the New York Mafia, and I was privileged to meet with him for a few minutes before he got assassinated by some scumbags. So, yes Drake. I’ve had dealings with the Mafia Lord before, and I know quite a lot about their und

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 promise.” I placed my hand in her face. God I loved this girl so fucking much it hurt. “We’re not who you think we are Mil. We live two very different lives, one you’ve already seen and the other is hidden.’ I stopped taking a deep breath before I continued. ‘We’re not like you and Kacey Mil. Me and Orlando come from a different world from both of you. We have many enemies that either want it, take us out and ruin us or just kill us. We’re one of the biggest English mafia groups here, the Hemings a close second. We deal in drugs and firearms. The Hemings are our rivals, they hate us and they really hate us. Last night we had a shipment coming in. We both told Fletcher something was very w

More importantly, what had motivated him to abandon his calling? Genevieve wondered if Raffalle was the boss, or if there was another boss. Raffalle had seemed pretty powerful to her when she’d met him the night of their vacation as if he were the one who gave all the orders for how the mob universe should run. But something about the power that emanated off Raffalle told her different. But then, what about Clint’s other bosses .She remember one she saw the night Clint introduced her as his wife to be , but his name wasn't coming to her head .He was old, certainly, but he could still be the boss. She remembered how he clung to the back of the room like a fading cologne, observing everything

"What's that book there?" "Study," she closes the book and hands it to me. "I got it for you." I can't help myself, I end up falling in laughter when I see the title: "The Rise of the Rutherian Mafia: a detailed analysis of the arrival of the first self-declared mafia bosses in the early 20th century. What the fuck is this crap here?" "Luther Sussanto was an influential historian in the 80s and 90s. He's the one who wrote this book. You don't know him, but he's well known and even the subject of study, because Luther Sussanto was a close friend of my grandfather."

The man threw her body roughly onto the bed. "What's wrong with you?" asked Orella as she repositioned herself to sit on the bed. "You're working with Mario, aren't you?" replied Dante with a pressing question as he pushed Orella's body backward. Orella was transfixed when she heard the answer from the man who was currently pressing against her body. She stared at Dante, who was staring sharply at her as he suppressed a treacherous enemy. "What's your business? Whether I cooperate with Mario or not is up to me. All that matters is that I get to break you and get my comeuppance for killing my brother," Orella replied as she continued to stare at Dante.

It is time. Yes, it is time. What she had been expecting had finally come. Why does Alessia want The Black Book? The legendary Black Book contains the past histories of each leader of the powerful Mafia families — The Dante's who were in charge of hard drugs, the Russo's who were in charge of assassinations, the Fernandez's who were in charge of illegal oil business and the Santini’s who were in charge of assassinations too. Only with the help of The Black Book would she be able to achieve her aim. Her goal is to utilize the secrets in the Black Book to protect her growing family and play the other mafia families dirty.

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.