Italian Mafia Last Names Novels & Stories

Nickname: Pen or Little Girl Age: 20 yrs. Morello Mafia Household: ~Aurelio ~Tony ~Rocco ~Paolo ~Alonzo- Traitor. Blanco Mafia Household: ~Francisco Blanco- Isadora’s father and Alberto’s best friend, 40 yrs. ~Giulia Blanco- Isadora’s mother. ~Saul- Traitor ~Anita- one of the ‘girls’. Other Capos: ~Raul Ventura ~Giles Santoro ~Lorenzo Santoro (Blanco)- Isadora’s half brother, 23 yrs.

"There was no paper, was there?" "No, there wasn't, but I discovered your father's connection with the Russian and Italian Mafia. Do you know what they call people like that? Rats. And you know what they do to rats?" When he caught the horror on her face from the rearview mirror, he raised a brow, "You didn't know what daddy did for a living?" She knew he worked for his brother, George Silvianno. She knew he made them change their last name while holding it alone. She knew he left for weeks, and his voice was always in whispers when he called.

"Forgot about that. It's your nickname." Rolling my eyes, I observed as two others entered the room – Lorenzo Francesco, the son of the Chicago Don, and Miguel Garcia, the eldest son of the Miami Cartel. Noticeably absent was Aleksei Petrov, the true representative of the Bratva, whose immigrant father had secured the Philadelphia syndicate through brutal means. Aleksei, much like his father, was seen as a merciless force, more savage than a respected member of the mafia.

“Vincenzo De Luca, the First.” The name was infamous. He wasn’t just any man— he was from the bravta gang, one of the biggest mafia communities in the country, a man whose name alone struck fear into people’s hearts. Oh God, I’m so screwed.

“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

“Trust me, you won’t, if that was the case trust me when I say that I will be on a death sentence ” Ermanno's smile was a slow, enigmatic curl of the lips, his eyes gleaming with mischievous warmth in the shadows . “What are you, Ermanno?” "What am I? Your man, of course." Celine rolled her eyes playfully, her voice a soft, teasing rebuke. "Oh, please. I mean, what do you really do? And what just happened back there... at the school?" Ermanno sighed, his voice low and confessional as he continued his story. "My Late father, Alessandro, he was a very well-known Mafia leader in Italy. He was feared and respected... until now."

I’d be working as the PA for the CEO of Vittori Enterprises. Enzo and Niccolò’s last name were Vittori, something that neither of them had shared up until that point. It made sense though when Enzo pointed out that everyone treated them as their last name instead of as the people that they were. I could understand how difficult that’d be.

M. At first, I thought maybe a company. But no. The more I stared, the more it felt like initials, like a man leaving his fingerprints without meaning to. Giovanni Moretti. The name came into my head before I even realized I knew it. I’d heard it before, whispered in old conversations, mafia circles, shadows of shadows.

* * * * * * * * * * 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.

My name wasn't even really mine, and my life was anything but peaceful. Amara Skyes. People assumed I had no problem because of my surname. My foster father, Milo Skyes, was an aide to the second in command to Nico Salvador, one of the most feared Mafia Dons in Italy. Milo was wealthy, so in retrospect, I should've paid off my brother's hospital bills by now. If only it were that simple. Isabella De Vittorio. That was my real name before I turned twelve and my life changed forever. My biological father's name was Matteo De Vittorio, the most feared Mafia Consigliere in Italy. He was second in command to Nico Salvador, the most feared Mafia Don at the time.