Novel & Cerita Italian Mystery Novels

I lost myself. When I crawled out of that dark hole, it was thanks to hatred and the thirst for vengeance. I discovered that Mauricio Rossetti had eliminated all loose ends—no witness but him. How did I know? Simple. Only Mauricio had a motive; only he had the power, besides being stupid enough to attack a Di Sante. The damned feud had claimed its last Di Sante victim. The next strike will be the decisive one.

“I… I don't remember much. He was… an Italian. He spoke with an accent. Didn't say his name, and I didn't ask. I only cared about money.” Honestly, I would have been surprised if he knew the guy's name, but I had to ask. I watched him cradle the broken finger and smirked. The sight was quite satisfying, although the fucker surely deserved to have every single bone broken. “What did this Italian tell you to do?” “Well…” He blew out a breath. “He wanted me to kill a kid, a blond-haired girl.” Cold chills rushed down my spine. The old reporter had done an amazing job finding that fucker. Too bad he hadn't lived long enough to write an article about it. “Who was that girl?”

Jake tagged along like a shadow, giving a small smile to the agents that walked past. "Agent Brown, Agent Spencer." Supervisory Special Agent Harroway dropped a large file on the table that took half the room. "We have a murder case on our hands." "So much for drinking," Jake murmured, bringing a smile to Charlie's lips. "The crime took place at eight p.m two days ago and it's got Cosa Nostra all over it." "Oh, not again," Charlie groaned. Organized crimes never seemed to decrease. Instead, they grew larger in number each day. Despite the risks, they still went on committing crimes while involving in such diabolical crimes giving the squad a non-stop headache.

"I'm going to the basement. I need a doctor to check this out." "I'm coming with you!" Aurora says quickly as she helps him up. I turn around and head upstairs to Stefano. He's back at the computer typing away. He's really good at this. As I enter the room I realize he hasn't noticed me because his eyes still focus on the screen. I stand next to him once again and he looks up at me. "I found it." Translation: Fratelli: brothers Sorella: sister Stronzo: asshole Uccisore: killer

I can feel a shiver run down my spine as I gulp. Something is weird about the atmosphere... how come everyone suddenly disappears? I slowly swallow the candy that was sitting in my mouth. It was a soft candy, so it didn't hurt my throat. Clenching the handle of my bag tightly, I try to walk as normally as I could master. *Bathump! Bathump!* Calm down... there must be a reasonable explanation why this happened, right? A shadow shape of a person appeared behind me. The more I try to walk faster, the more it follows me. Turning around to the different alleyway, I tried to lose the shadow. Since I wasn't paying attention to where I'm heading, I ended up walking to a dead end.

What would The Bishop of New York need with Kieran’s small birthright of Hell’s Kitchen? The Italians left cocaine smuggling to them while they dealt in heroin. That was the agreement he and Luca Andretti came to in order to keep the peace. As for arms dealing, Kieran was the only one who dealt with the shipments. He didn’t trust anyone to do it, not even his closest siblings. “Kieran,” Danielle walked up behind him, anger in her voice. She was a short, slim built woman who had a penchant for violence. Her long blonde hair whipped behind her as she walked up to him.

Although she found nothing, she suspected it was because her mystery man was involved in illegal activities. Kate's hands trembled as she opened the file, her heart racing with anticipation. She had finally found him - the mysterious man who had captivated her heart. As she scanned the contents, her eyes widened with a mix of shock and excitement. Romario Ndrangheta, a Mafia don, was the man she had been searching for.

We watched as he rounded the car and picked up the little girl before kissing her cheeks. Okay, maybe I was wrong about her being Lloyd’s daughter. “Oh my God.” Kimberly cursed from her seat, her hand flying to cover her mouth. “What?” “That is Francesco Contini. One of the deadliest men in the whole of Italy, second to your husband of course.” The name sounded oddly familiar. I tried to gather my mind to find out where I might have heard it. “And he so happens to be your husband’s worst enemy!”

As Tatiana reflected on this, she stared at the details of the first girl’s death and felt certain that she had encountered a similar method of killing before. She glanced around the room, stood up, and found the book on criminal psychology she had previously looked through. Relying on her memory, she flipped to page 165, where she found an introduction about Luca Veroni. He was a notorious serial killer known worldwide.