Italian Mystery Novels Novels & Stories

AURELIA I had a million questions to ask, but I could easily tell Rafael wasn’t ready to tell me anything else though I pestered him throughout the entire ride to the Moretti mansion. Everyone knew Rafael had once been married to a woman named Lucille, but the details of their ‘separation’ had been kept confidential and I had never been bothered enough to find out what happened. Could he have been telling the truth? Had Leone Moretti killed his own brother’s wife?

B: 23 April 1977 Height: 166cm Weight: 109lb Age: 44 years old Crime: Kidnapping, ritualist, armed robbery, pen robbery, sexual assault. History: Once worked in a bank and was fired for pen robbery. Also known for kidnapping young girls, molesting them, and killing them in the end. Those who managed to escape will end up with a lifetime of trauma. “Oh my GOD, my baby has been in these people's hands for two weeks and nothing happened to her? I thank you GOD” she looked up at the officers with a shocked but grateful look on her face.

Though Vincenzo still hasn't been claimed as a mafia king, soon he will be announced as mafia king of Italy through a ceremony. Elena's life has been a rollercoaster for the past few days. Many things happened. First, she found those love letters in their bedroom, which broke her heart when she genuinely thought about giving him and their marriage a chance, but all got shattered into pieces which were hard to put back together. Then she saw her husband killing his father brutally in front of her, which was horrible. She was still trying to process these things when last night happened. That intimate sex shook her and messed up with her thoughts.

"Fucking Italian”? I slurred. I was baffled as to why he was following me. Last time I checked, nobody knows my identity in this city. Not even getting a job done as an ex militant , Have been very careful. I keep trying to figure out who the Italian guy was and why he was on my trail but I was clueless . I closed up my track properly after the escapade at the military base. At this point, I could think of only one prime suspect: Temper.

It was the woman who made the dessert who was occupying his mind. He’d been stunned when she’d plopped the phone down and Furio Matrone introduced himself. At first, he’d wondered how she’d known the man. Matrone’s father was known to be one of the most barbaric mafia leaders in the world. One rumored story he’d heard as a boy visiting Italy with his paternal grandparents, involved a tale about tourists who made the mistake of asking to speak to Severino Matrone and take photographs with him because he was some kind of internet obsession for people who thought the criminal world was a romantic daydream. He’d shot them both right in the heads with nothing more than a “you don’t deserve to say

He had been in the room for over an hour, and so far, it seems he wasn't going anywhere with his investigation. “Romano Cherisi, the anonymous man, the mob boss of Venice. One of these men is after my brother's life. Who could it be?” he thought aloud, staring at the images displayed on the laptop screen. He took the mouse and scrolled through before closing the laptop screen in frustration. He was finding it hard to complete his work. He took a stick of cigarette from the pack and lit it, inhaling the smoke for some seconds before exhaling. His facial features relaxed as he continued puffing smoke into the air.

“You look like Catalina and have her fire, even as you look timid.” “You keep saying that name but I have no idea-” “Your mother was Catalina Moretti, wife of Alberto Moretti, a Camorra Underboss,” he says and I immediately jump out of my chair and take a step back from him. “Your name is Lucia Moretti and you’re their only daughter.” I have heard of the Camorra; they’re a criminal organization that rules parts of Italy. Italian Mafia, to be exact. They’re ruthless…and apparently, I am borne of that blood. This is why he calls me Principessa…

“Principessa Eva of the Moretti family. I’ve searched for you for so long.” Vicenzo clutched his bloodied face, his eyes bulging. “The… the Moretti family… principessa?” The oldest and most mysterious mafia family in Italy. The only force capable of standing equal to the Carlini family. Elena’s Hermès bag slipped from her hand and hit the floor with a dull thud. As for Mario, who had strutted so arrogantly before, his trousers were soaked, the sharp smell spreading in the air. I withdrew my hand without expression and looked down at Stefano.

the way I saw him torturing that rogue the other day left me speechless I have never seen an interrogation end so fast and successfully the way he swiftly broke that rogues bones with precision made everything the council told me about him believable, I can't believe my son was an assassin. I remember a few years ago the other alphas would talk about an assassin in Italy called the ripper or as he was previously known Il Mostro di Firenze (the monster of Florence). He was called the monster of Florence because according to the council he was the reason for the destruction of three of the largest packs in Italy.

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