Italian Mystery Writers Novels & Stories

Elena’s heartbeat refused to calm. The silence on the balcony felt dangerous. Everything about Roberto Francesco was dangerous. Rumors followed him everywhere—whispers of violence, power, and a darkness even older mafia men respected carefully. Unlike Dante’s easy smiles and charm, Roberto rarely laughed. Rarely spoke. Yet somehow every woman in Italy wanted his attention. His dark eyes were fixed on hers as though they could see her soul. Roberto Francesco was far too old for her. Far too dangerous for her.

I wasn't sure if the words had even left my mouth. Nick sat beside me, placed the file in his hand on the table, and refocused on Captain Howard. "You have some new information, Agent Reins?" Howard nods his head at Nick. "I do, Captain." Nick opened the file and slid it between us. "This is Lenorad Luccese." He pointed to the picture on the front page. "Big time player in the Italian mafia." "I know who he is, but how does he fit in?" "A reliable source tells us he is the man calling the shots behind your murderers."

In her bag, hidden amongst piles of makeup accessories and other irrelevant items she carried around was the damning note she had retrieved from the dead attacker…Luca’s signature staring back at her like the ghost of a betrayal. The door to the office opened, and Chief Inspector Marco Leone looked up from his desk, looking as if he was sizing her up. He was in his late forties, handsome and broad shouldered, with a brilliant mind that didn’t miss much…He looked like the type of man who could easily spot a lie a mile away. “Miss Romano,” he said in a firm but cordial voice, motioning for her to sit. “Or should I say... Isabella Lorenzo?”

"This is good. This is cool. This is interesting, and this is... hmm... pretty wild. Nicholas probably won't let you sleep while you're in your underwear like this." Josephine was wide-eyed to see Anna taking on a variety of colors and sexy lingerie styles. "Anna ... oh, are you crazy?" Anna giggled. "Italy is always impressive. A lot of films about the Mafia are told about Italy. Hmm ... I think Lynn has mentioned several titles, The Godfather, Goodfellas, Scarface, and several others. Lynn is very fluent when it comes to the mafia." Josephine looked up at Anna's bright face and sparkling truly eyes. "Anna?"

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?”

Like he was trying to analyze my reaction. ''Great. If he is alive, then I don't need to know anything else about him. Tell you what? Maybe Ilina really wasn't in New York to find my father, but that doesn't change the fact that she died while investigating Moretti's. She died because she found something in New York. Maybe it is about the fact that Moretti's are involved with the Mafia?'' I have a death wish. No doubt. I still can't feel my swollen lip, my head is throbbing. I probably need some pain killers and a lot of sleep. But I chose to accuse the Niccolo Moretti, one of the most influential people in Italy, that his family has ties with the mafia.

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.

Alberto Negi, the boss of Italian Out fit used to be known as the youngest and the most mysterious mafia boss ever known in the history of the Mafia. Although he is very well known in his outfit, information about him is limited. He used to enjoy his mysterious status, even though he was not one of the most powerful mafia bosses ever known. He used to get the attention of women to the point where he could choose any of his choices every day. But after Kyle came into the picture, all of the lime light which Alberto used to enjoy was unintentionally stolen by him.

He is also loyal to a fault which is one thing they all admire about him. The tension in the air was not the tension of enemie but of predators quietly assessing each other's next move. It was the Brotherhood, after all and Italy’s finest, the ruling syndicate that no other crime family across the globe dared to challenge. And then he stepped in. Don Vittorio Romano.