Italian Mafia Series Novels & Stories

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She tried to tell herself it was the pressure, the endless crises, the betrayals, the names whispered in the dark corners of the Bratva’s empire, but deep down, she felt the frost settling between them. When the plane finally lifted off, the only sound was the low hum of the engines and the occasional clink of glass. Mikhail barely spoke during the flight, his focus locked on the files in front of him, flipping through reports of losses, shifting alliances, and men who no longer answered their calls. Donatella turned her gaze to the clouds. Maybe Italy will be a reset, she thought. ************ They landed in Sicily under a sun that burned gold over terracotta rooftops and vineyards. The De

Natalie’s POV “Are you 100% sure Lucien?” He frowned slightly before finally answering me… “Ok fine…I heard you…” “Good…where are you headed after now?” “Uh I’ll just head out for a while. I have some things to take care of then I’ll be back home in a short while…” “What’s it about?” “It’s just business matters…” “Business? Lucien?” “Mafia business…between me and Don Nichole… you have nothing to worry about trust me…”

(Translation: smuggled some drugs. "True that. But he owes us money. Either he pays or be killed." My blood ran cold at Erico's statement. Killed? I dropped my fork and looked at them with wide eyes. No one payed me much attention but Vincenzo. He was studying my reaction and anticipating what I will say next. "Who are you?" I asked with a fast beating heart. "Vincenzo Mercanti. Don of the Italian mafia. Number one mafia in Italy and USA." Vincenzo smiled evilly.

“Just get this over with so I can go home.” “Indeed.” His expression sharpened. “What do you know of the mafia, Mia?” “As little as possible.” When she had first realized exactly what her father did, Mia had made a deliberate choice to avoid it at all costs. Her stepmother had helped shield her the best she could, and she had remained mostly ignorant toward the evil her father committed. “There are varying groups who oversee criminal activity in our fair city, but the three most powerful are the Irish, Italians, and Russians.” He

I was NOT a very emotional person and to be quite honest I didn’t know how to handle other people’s emotions. I sat on the couch in my living room and turned on the tv. I laid back on the couch as I switched channels on the tv. The sound of my phone ringing drew my attention away from the tv and to my cell phone. “Hello?” I spoke out as I answered the call. “Tesoro, you left so soon.” My father slightly cried out on the phone. “Arcano, it amazes me how you are considered a famous Mafia Don when you call me whining,” I comment as I roll my eyes and focus on the tv once again.

"Why is the entire house disorganized?" "Santo killed Alceo and we found out that just before Santo shot him, Alceo is a Russian. His real name is Alceo Romanov. The son of the Russian mafia leader, Isiak Romanov." For a moment, it sounded like he was saying gibberish. I refused to come to terms with what he was saying. There was no way I couldn't have known, the huge line of enmity between Isiak and Santo was more than just being rivals. It was personal too and unfortunately, I just happened to know the story. I was one of the few people who knew and Santo had me swear, never to reveal it to Marianna.

A motherly colleague connected me with a wealthy wine family in Naples, where I became their financial analyst, working in their residence. Like any girl in my position, I took the job as a family financial analyst in the renowned wine industry owned by Mafia billionaires The Russo family, known as the undertakers, Naples Mafia royalty. The vinnoRicco, their wine company, is the envy of the industry, nestled in the heart of Italy’s vineyards. Working with vinnoRicco is a dream for everyone. The headquarters is an architectural masterpiece against lush vineyards, adorned with grapevine motifs and wrought iron accents. The estate includes a landscaped courtyard for tastings and gatherings.

I said calmly. Romeo took out his phone and showed me something, a picture of the head Italian mafia... my dead beat father and the Russian head shaking hands, "so what's this got to do with them coming to the states." “I believe they’re coordinating with the Germans, not directly, but there’s overlap, I think to be able to stand their ground in the system so they won't be overthrown.” Of course there was. “So what about the mall?” I asked, trying to get my head off this mafia case for now.

Axel swiftly steps aside, avoiding the flying glass. My temper has been out of control lately. But who can blame me? Antonio was one of my best men, and I found out too late that he was stealing from me. Besides the men I've already tortured and killed for information, I don't know who else could have been working with him besides the Russians. Any of my men could be traitors, and I fucking hate traitors. Nobody steals from me. NOBODY! My blood is boiling, threatening to explode. Killing him wasn't enough. Once you join the mafia, your family automatically becomes collateral. He took from me, and I'm going to take everything from him even if he's already rotting away in hell.