Italian Mafia Series List Novels & Stories

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt

“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;

"Lives with her dad. They're hard-core broke so she works lots of part-time jobs. Her mom is terminally ill. Has been like that for a few years now. We trailed her a bit more and found out the money she stole was deposited for her mom's hospital bills. Should we move in on her?" I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned to my laptop and typed in the name Movark. A file popped up on the screen. My eyes scanned the document, and suddenly, I froze. A slow, wolfish grin spread across my face as I read, followed by a low chuckle. Jet frowned, glancing at Marcus, who looked equally confused. “Boss?” Jet ventured cautiously. I leaned back in my chair, chuckling softly. The sound grew louder, echoing throu

I take them and read them, but to be honest, I don't understand much, as it's in Italian. "To be frank, I don't understand any of this. I don't know much Italian." "I'm sorry, ma'am, I sometimes forget. Well, what we have here are access details to the Salvatore accounts, as well as a detailed list of all the accomplices involved in the embezzlement from your husband, and not just him, but also Mr. Massimo's father. Believe me, this information is very valuable. It also mentions the people implicated in my son's murder and those who helped cover it up." With this last statement, his expression changes to one of complete fury. Antonella and I are left stunned, not knowing what to say. After a

“How long?” “Since last winter,” Giuseppe said. “He started small. A route here, a shipment there. Then he brought names. Then he showed then some of your plans. He opened doors for them. Not every single mishap was my doing it even Dominic's when you two had a feud." Dominic leaned forward. “What about the Meridian facilities? Where do they hide things?” “A data farm in Milan, a private vault in Venice. Safe houses in Palermo and Catania. A legal office in Naples that files papers under charity names. They use the charities to move weapons and people.”

" Aria smiled in a half smart smile. "Closed. "Alissa took the deal with a wink." Come on? Our escorts should be waiting for us." "Come on. I’ll prepare Laura too." -------- "Did you understand the whole operation, Mateo?" Giovanni asked, serving his friend, a glass of whiskey. Both dressed in black and elegant suits. "Yes, boss. 10 minutes difference between us and the others. We are prepared to attack and with the targets in mind: Yuri Sidoniv and Marília Sidoniv." he said looking at the file once again of Father and daughter, current targets of the Italian mafia.

The consuming look he gave, the threat of a knife, and the man seated in front of me instilled fear, yet I resisted. I noticed how his fist tightened, his icy gaze still focused on me. The rings on his right-hand fingers caught me again. With his fist resting on his thigh, I could read the letters written on each ring in each finger. L. A. Z. Z. A. Lazza The similar name on the knife. A name ringing bells in me. Lazza, a famous name of the Italian Mafia leader. The Don. No, the last time I checked, he wasn't this young. But news has been everywhere that Lazza II died five years ago, and another leader took over. If I paid more attention to the mafia shit, I might have known who that was.

Even if he died, the person who wanted Marco dead will continue to send other people to kill Marco and one da, he'd definitely die. "Don't act like you are a saint Marco! You are the head of one of the most dangerous mafia organizations in the world. You are involved in lots of illegal businesses so why do you care about a bunch of kids?" He asked Marco. "I never forced anyone to do anything. Those people wanted to get involved with me and so I let them. Those children are vulnerable and your father chose to take advantage of them! I could not forgive that!" "I don't care about any of that! You had better let me go or else I'm going to kill her!" Landers yelled. He still at the gun pointed a

Xavier shot at two more before taking cover. Then Xavier saw him, Casso the brother of Matteo, the Spanish Mafia leader. He was young, just about nineteen with the similar built as his senior brother, Xavier watched him shoot at one of his men, getting them square in the head. He was good too. They had come to his own club to attack him, but what they didn't know was that this was his territory and everything worked for him. He knew the ins and outs, all the hidden passages, so he followed one of the hidden routes that would land him just where he wanted to be - close to Casso.

Jake tagged along like a shadow, giving a small smile to the agents that walked past. "Agent Brown, Agent Spencer." Supervisory Special Agent Harroway dropped a large file on the table that took half the room. "We have a murder case on our hands." "So much for drinking," Jake murmured, bringing a smile to Charlie's lips. "The crime took place at eight p.m two days ago and it's got Cosa Nostra all over it." "Oh, not again," Charlie groaned. Organized crimes never seemed to decrease. Instead, they grew larger in number each day. Despite the risks, they still went on committing crimes while involving in such diabolical crimes giving the squad a non-stop headache.