Novel & Cerita Italian Mafia Last Names

Nathan laughed. “Twerkley’s is Kenneth,” Kimmy grinned. “Kenneth?” Nathan said, raising his eyebrow. “Don’t even start, stock market,” Dante mumbled. “Nina and Salvatore,” I said. “What are your middle names?” “Mine is Isabella,” Nina stated. “Salvatore is Antonio.” “I know, we truly have mafia names,” Salvatore chuckled. “Isabella is a beautiful name,” I said, smiling. “It fits your daughter very well.”

I know we all want to know what happened next on Lidia and Bruno’s part but why don’t you grab a box of popcorn and let journey together into the mafia world part. Thank you for reading, you all mean a lot to me. And let me quickly remind us of their names again: Bruno the ice king Lorenzo the tall man Matador the blacksmith Alarico the balancer accountant Gennado the old wolf Salvatore the ghost money laundering Gravino the cleaner

His presence was imposing, his gaze was intense, and his expression was that of a lion about to catch its prey. I had a bad feeling. “Chiara, may I introduce you to the signori of Italy (gentlemen of Italy),” my father said in a serious manner. “Marcelo Greco, capo of the Casamonica and our host; Paolo Esposito, capo of the Sacra Corona Unita; Stefano Lombardi, capo of the Camorra; and Alessandro D'Amato, capo of the Cosa Nostra.” Alessandro nodded, and the name hit me like a punch.

I growl, nudging Maxwell to hold his mouth open. I stand abruptly, kicking my seat back. I lean down, my face inching very close to his. "My name is Don Matteo. I am The Godfather of Italy and I am the head of the Denaro famiglia. No one, absolutely no one is allowed to touch the things I've marked as mine and that includes my wife and my children!"

“You said two other crime families. Who are they?” “There are three heirs that live under the radar but will be very powerful one day. Saint Vittori is the most prominent one. Niko Volkov has Russian ties and Elian Makolli has Albanian ties. Many years ago, the three families made an alliance through marriage. In Italy over fifty prominent people were killed. The only people to walk away from that bloody war were those three families. They ousted the Russian Bratva, the Albanian mafia, and the Italian mafia, to whom they all had certain ties. A leopard doesn’t change its spots, Demetria, they are still very dangerous people.” “Then why did Dean Huntley allow them in here?”

Ares spoke up catching up faster than Miklos, “Magda made a comment to me the buyer might have been financed by the Italian mob and said not to tell Miklos. I thought she was joking. You think this guy is the one who backed your buyer?” “Yeah,” Dimitra gave a slow nod. “It would make sense if he said he knew Magda. Unfortunately, Ares, I know nothing more about him. A friend of a friend of a friend put our buyer in contact with his business. I never saw him and his name wasn’t on a damn thing. The only reason I remember his last name is because we joked how fitting the name Caputo was for a mob boss. It literally means boss.” “What was his first name?” Miklos said not hiding his disgust they

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.

It's becoming hard and I don't want to hide anymore. She has to be suspicious as to why people keep on calling me Don or Alessio. My real name is Alessio Marino, Don of the Italian mafia. Parker Matheson is the name I use to protect myself from the cops. Only the people in the mafia know the name Alessio Marino. Mae's husband used to be in the mafia. He was like a father to me. Eleanor is also in the mafia but I use her when I need information from any of the other mafia families. She is what we call a puttana di classe.

I tell my top three guys. “Will do boss. I will have Vlad and Igor get on that straight away.” My third says. “Good as soon as we know who they are we can devise a plan to take them down,” I tell them. My second and third have been friends with me since we were little. We all grew up together. My other main guys have been with us since our early twenties. We are a tight group and I trust them with my life. They all want to take down the other part of my family. I know the Italian mafia is well seated in the states. I will try to stay clear of them. I do not want a war with them. Especially the Godiano family. That Italian mafia family has a very long history and they are notorious.

I grumbled as I rose from my seat and made my way to the parlor. I opened the door to see two men dressed in slacks and buttoned shirts. One man had a chain around his neck and at the end of the chain hung a badge. The other man wore his badge at his waist. Great. Cops. “what can I do for you, Detective?” I questioned in annoyance. “Miss Bella Salvatore, I am Detective Cage, and my Partner Detective Anderson, would you mind answering a few questions?” One of the detectives spoke as he flashed his badge.