Italian Mystery Novels Novels & Stories

The elite guests practically shrank back into the shadows, terrified to even be standing in the same room. ***"Is it the Moretti family from Italy?" a wealthy foreign diplomat muttered, his face turning entirely pale.*** ***"The underworld bosses..." a woman breathed, gripping her husband’s arm so tightly her knuckles turned white. "The rulers of the Italian syndicate. What are they doing in Paris?"*** ***"Why are they here? And more importantly... Why do they have the real Damascus heirloom?"*** The confusion and terror in the room were palpable. Everyone knew the name Moretti, but nobody understood why the most feared mafia family in Europe was casually stepping into a Damascus family dram

Twelve men are sitting around a long, polished table—each one a relic of an era that raised my lovers, judged them, and now fears them. We don’t bow. That alone earns murmurs. “This is the girl,” one of them mutters. “Your stepsister,” another says aloud, deliberately. Vincenzo’s hand tightens around mine. Don Salvatore, the oldest of them all, leans forward, eyes sharp and assessing. “Elena Romano,” he says. “Or do you no longer carry that name?” “I carry the name I survived,” I reply before any of the brothers can stop me. A ripple of surprise moves through the table.

Cassie couldn’t be anymore bothered, her thoughts and hope was on surviving the night without doing something as drastic as removing her clothes and relieving herself from her ordeal in the presence of everybody, she sank back into Raphael’s chest and rested her head on him, blocking out everyone but the masculine scent of him. They were five men and three women in the room including him, excluding the extras as each of them had a lady or two, even men on their arms, except one. Mr. Piccotti, Domingo, Luciano, he was the one without a lady on his arm which was not surprising, Lord Duncan, Lady Winthrop who wasn’t pleased with him for not hooking up with her daughter, Mrs. Henrietta and the s

"I don't get why I need to have a pretend marriage to a man I don't even know." "Amore mio, Lucas De Marchi came from one of the purest and legendary bloodlines in the entire Italian Mafia." "And you believe that if I marry this Lucas, we—you and I—should be stripped off from the most-hated list in Italian Mafia?" I asked briskly.

Lucia I sat in the Russo's family office, my eyes fixed on Dominic's tortured expression. His words hung in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Dominic, the man I had come to trust, the man I had grown to admire, was a murderer. My mind raced with questions. How could he have done such a thing? What drove him to commit such a heinous crime? Was the lady worth the death? was he an obsessed creature? And why was he telling me this ?

‘This book is about the Italian Mafia, which is based mainly on the Italian mainland and Sicily. As such, when the main characters talk to each other sometimes it is in Italian, if you do not understand Italian I have translated the words into English in the brackets. The Italian speech is to make the storyline more authentic and I believe it enhances it. It will not distract from your enjoyment of the plot or the characters. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you

Lucia’s POV I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Dante’s stare, the unspoken warning in his gaze. Now, as I sat in front of the vanity, watching the news unfold, my stomach churned. The world was talking about it. About my father. About Dante. And I had started it. The article had gone viral overnight. ‘Who Is the Mysterious Writer Exposing the Flaws in the Romano Case?’ ‘A New Perspective: Is Antonio Castellano Really Guilty?’

"What? A powerful, brooding mafia boss trying to win your trust? That’s something straight out of a romance novel.” Amelia shook her head with a small laugh. "I can hear you even laughing — my fucking goodness, you're gone totally." Mia chuckled. "It's not as if he is going to hurt you. You understand the scenario better than me because you are the one living in it, and before this, you know he has been making his advances towards you. You are not a child, Amelia so suck it up. A Mafia don here in Italy is interested in my best friend. While I am scared, I am also excited."

The heat had been on the Bologna's for so long, that Morello's movements went almost completely unnoticed. I needed to spend some time investigating the Morello's to see what I could come up with. I still wasn't convinced I was wrong about the Bologna's being behind this town turning into a criminal dumpster. But if—and that was a big fucking if—Roman was right, I needed to start paying closer attention to the other Italian family in town. I grabbed my phone, scrolling to Vanessa's I*******m page before I sat on the couch, wondering why I felt the need to disinfect the La-Z-Boy before I made use of it again. Probably because of Roman's dirty ass.

"Earlier at the confession box. Remember, Mariana How did he know her name? Her heartbeats collided with a crash. Why had her name rolled out of his tongue like he knows her? Her gaze darted to her father. What was going on? Why were these men here? Did her father gamble with them? Who was this man? Was he here to hurt her and her family? A lot of questions seeking answers ran through her mind. Fear clawed at her chest. "Who are you?" "I am a man who knows what he wants." He stared down at her She stared up at him. As a corner of his lips lifted, she realised she was amusing him. Her cheeks heated with annoyance. "And what I want right now is you." Her heart skipped a beat as his words echoe