Novel & Cerita Italian Mystery Novels

"They've been watching us dismantle the network from the inside and they have been waiting." "Waiting for what?" Lorenzo said from the doorway. "For us to find the name," Caselli said quietly. "Because the moment we find the name we become the most dangerous people in Italy to this person." She put the paper down. "And dangerous people need to be managed." Valeria looked at the paper. At the name. She thought about Benedetti's car accident. About a driver with no identification and false plates running a red light at speed. She thought about all the things that had gone wrong in this investigation at convenient moments. The archive disappearing. Vitale feeding information to Marco. The trans

Luca Martinelli was the fucking boogeyman. "Bloody smart idiot," I grumbled under my breath as I gave up looking for any information on him. From what I saw on Antonio's search, he was the Don of the Martinelli familia. The biggest crime family of the Italian, Russian, and Mexican mafias. I didn't want to admit but I was impressed. Luca covered his tracks well, making it seem like the Martinelli familia fell after Antonio's sudden disappearance. I sighed, having seen enough, and closed all tabs, removing everything from the search history too.

Aurora spent the rest of the day at Maria's apartment trying to make sense of everything. Maria had printed out newspaper articles about the Romano family. Headlines about suspected racketeering, money laundering, bodies that turned up in the river. And at the center of it all was Luciano Romano, described as brilliant, ruthless, and completely untouchable.

"I probably wouldn't have met him if he and Miles didn't break up." Who really killed Niccolo? Was his death mafia-related? We still had no definite answers. The Italian police didn't seem to care enough to conduct a proper investigation. Why? I just had no clue. "What original copies?" Enzo asked with scrunched brows. "Of your birth certificate?" "Yeah." Plus the adoption papers, in fact. "How did he..." "I dunno, actually. All I know is that, he was...a hacker for a while." "Yeah. Heard about that. But, why did he send you copies of your birth certificate?"

She didn’t know what was worse, crying over it thanks to the pregnancy hormones that were driving her insane, or having the Italian look at her like a crying little girl. “So what? What are we waiting to go? Look I’ve already cancelled my meeting for you. The least you can do is let me give you a ride.” “Don’t mess with my head sir,” Melody couldn’t remember what the hell the driver/assistant had called him when he arrived. A name like díaneto or ganetto. The little bell on the door rang and Doyle walked in through it. “Melody, what the hell is...?” Doyle let the question hang in the air as his gaze fell on the Italian, Melody watched as his expression changed from confusion and concern to p

I didn't read any meaning to it and just went on with my food before I went over to the safe where my money was being kept. I had kept that many funds in the grave while waiting for the day to use them, but foolish Marcelo made me bring them out prematurely. “The popular mafia boss also called the Tiger of Italy was found dead this morning with a bullet lodged in his glabella. We are yet to know his killer, but we believe this is another clash between the mafia gangs. The police are working tirelessly to narrow down the suspects. Kindly stay tuned as we bring you more updates on the case”, the news came on and Bojana played it for me to see.

" I growled, but no response came from Caleb, my assistant. He just turned off the ignition and rested his head on the steering wheel. I have to think about a way out, and if possible, I'd love to kill two birds with one stone. But then again, how could I have trusted the winter-white-haired man? I don't give a damn about his fucked-up name. What if he has been playing me all this time? Gosh! I won't hesitate to tear him into a piece of chopped meat. "We heard the culprit lives in Italy?" Right ? Why the USA all of a sudden? Does any of his family live in Italy or something? This is so frustrating! I ask no one in particular and, as expected, get no reply.

The Monticello Arrangement PART 1 Intro; Isotta Monticello is Italy’s quietly dangerous mafia princess not born to gowns and gilded halls alone, but to an empire stitched together from ports, secrets, and old debts paid in blood. She walks the world smiling, bilingual and immaculate, but beneath the silk and diamonds are the iron teeth of a woman raised to survive in a world that devours the soft.

Referring to Italy, without mentioning the beautiful flowers with unique scents, it is very lacking. Emma finished the examination of the organs in the body, and it was already afternoon. They sat on a large campus in the middle of a forest of colorful flowers. She changed to another dress, light yellow color both graceful and flexible. After completing the health test, Emma becomes more and more curious about the person of Ivan Domenica - the young Italian mafia boss. What kind of person is he? And why did he protect her and bring her here to care for her when the bomb exploded?

So he’s an Italian, huh? Giordano nodded, “Like what you’ve said... Still the same. Europe is in my control.” Adam stood up. He went to where the alcohol is while I am just wandering around, fascinated with unique books and literature. My eyes went on the specific. It was called The Doctor by Nikki Sloane. I arched my eyebrows, thinking the owner of this book is probably reading Nikki Sloane’s story. “When are you going back to Italy?”