Novel & Cerita Italian Mystery Novels

And every person in the chapel finally understood one terrifying truth. This was no poison. No illness. No assassination. Someone… Or something… Was killing the most powerful man in Italy. One kiss at a time. End of Chapter 6

“How do you think I found you? Your name, both names, La Rosa Nera, Catalina Lucchese, has circled Russia for five years now. When you annihilated the Moretti’s main branch… you killed a Russian. The Executioner’s little brother. A coward, hiding from Russia, made into collateral damage by you.” For the first time, my breath caught sharp. A variable I hadn’t accounted for. The board shifted. Italy was never the target. I was. I didn’t even know there was a Russian that night. I hadn’t cared who fell, only that the Moretti line broke in my hands. But the moment Voronin’s lips shaped the words The Executioner’s little brother, something cold slid under my skin. My rise had been painted in bloo

Like he hadn’t just shot someone in the middle of a mafia summit. He was everything my father warned me about—and everything I’d ever dreamed of. The meeting was between the three most powerful mafia families in Italy: the Leoni, the Campania, and the Mia. It was the first time in years they had all sat together in the same room. The police were closing in, getting smarter, bolder. Some idiot detective had gotten lucky and connected the dots, and now there were whispers of a joint investigation. Everyone was scared. But not Alexandro.

Bang. Bang. A slight knock echoed into the office. Dante sat at his table, focused on his system. His eyes didn’t leave the screen. “Come in,” he uttered. Creak. The door glided open. Victor walked in, one hand still on the door, holding it wide open. “Dante, he is here,” Victor announced. A man walked in. Andrea Lombardi—the best and most well-known intellectual detective in Rome. Dante’s gaze didn’t leave his monitor. He leaned back in his chair, one hand resting on his mouse.

But what the fuck just happened. I couldn’t place my butts on the bed at all. My eyes landed on my phone as I inwardly cussed Lucian. His hand was way too strong. I picked up my phone, intending to call the hospital to ask for the payment information. But the moment I took another glance at the transaction details, I stilled. Lucian Moretti. That name. That face. Fuck. No wonder he looked so familiar. How wouldn’t I know the most wanted criminal in Italy? How wouldn’t I know the man whose face is displayed on every blog pos

Courtney shot at him. "Are you a Mafia Bride?" Chris asked. I laughed nervously and it helped melt down the shock those words gave me. Court and I joke around about Fabian being in the Mafia but come on, really? "Is it because I'm Italian that you automatically think I'm in the Mafia? Are you loco? Do you know who the Mafia are? I'm not in it! No way!" I denied it profusely. Don Giovanni Matteo Balotelli is a pius man! The man goes to church and he confesses his sins. I have seen him on his knees praying! How can a pius man be associated with something as dark as the Mafia? It can't be true!

I try my best to sound confident, but there are instances that I’m failing. There’s also one question I can’t think of any believable alibi though: “How come you don’t speak and sound Italian when your ID states that you're Italian?” Then they murmur at each other in Italian, before declaring, “You’re under arrest for alleged burglary.” Marius steps forward, not letting them handcuff me. “What kind of investigation is that?” “Signore, if you can provide a law-approved explanation as to why an American known as Hazel Thorne suddenly becomes an Italian with a non-existing recorded name in this country, then we won’t arrest her.”

Cassie said, looking where Blake had stormed off, then back at Damian. “I kept him too close.” Damian said, passing a hand through his hair. “Does he know what you do?” Asked Cassie, taking a step closer to Damian. “Do you?” Asked Damian, turning to face Cassie. With an eyebrow raised. Cassie remembered all those newspaper headlines she read when she was a pre-teen. Ricci’s untouchables, Ricci strikes again? Italy under the mafia thumb and Suspected wanted criminal from the mafia walks peacefully in English territory.

He trained me to overcome all my fears, making me who I am today. The Leonardo Luciano. The backbone of the Italian Mafia. The hidden gem. Who is void of any human emotions. Who has done a lot of crimes who handled all kinds of shady things but never left a trace behind. This is me. A calm, calculative, emotionless killer. Probably even a serial killer.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. “Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess” With a book in my hand, I walked back to Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.