Italian Mystery Writers Novels & Stories

I recognized some top fashion designers, movie directors and some Italians who were part of an ancient lines of the Sicilian Mafia. It became clear to me why Michael was assigned to another precinct. He was very close to finding something but Camilla had made a few calls and stopped him from going any further. It was all becoming clear to me the more I read. I thought that I was in the game but it turned out that I had not even started playing. This was way bigger than me. It was certain now. Camilla Valdez was lethal.

But Luca was a different case altogether,he screamed danger whenever she saw him,his composure and with his possessiveness gave her the idea that he was a dangerous man,but she loved the dangers,she loved the thrill of him trying to tame her for himself. Talking about danger,she remembered him skipping the questions when she asked him who he was,If he was too secretive towards his information then something is definitely wrong somewhere. What was his name again? The only thing she knew was that his name was Luca and he's a fucking Italian, besides that handsome face there was danger behind it. Is he a gangster? A criminal? No,a criminal won't be bold enough to be out in public,she could rem

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?

"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

His presence was imposing, his gaze was intense, and his expression was that of a lion about to catch its prey. I had a bad feeling. “Chiara, may I introduce you to the signori of Italy (gentlemen of Italy),” my father said in a serious manner. “Marcelo Greco, capo of the Casamonica and our host; Paolo Esposito, capo of the Sacra Corona Unita; Stefano Lombardi, capo of the Camorra; and Alessandro D'Amato, capo of the Cosa Nostra.” Alessandro nodded, and the name hit me like a punch.

“The real truth is he was probably followed into the woods, beaten to semiconsciousness then tossed over the edge of the cliff.” “Yes.” Her dark eyes are full of sympathy. “So, John was killed, most likely by—” I swallow. Nolan’s name bounces around my skull, on the tip of my tongue. I can’t do it. “Someone from the Morfil family. My father was most likely killed through some kind of Mafia connection.” Dai Qing closes the file and stares at me for a moment. “He learned Italian after your brother was murdered, right?” I give a curt nod. “The De Luca family speaks primarily Italian for their business purposes.”

A message she’d received that morning still echoed in her mind: “Brooklyn docks. That’s where the girl vanished. No cops. It’s the cartel. Follow Luca Moretti.” Just a name. That’s all she was given. But somehow, it was enough. Luca Moretti. Alleged leader of one of the oldest Italian crime families in New York. Never convicted. Never caught. Always a few steps ahead. Elena wasn’t ready to meet him. Not tonight. Not with her heart pounding like a broken clock and rain-soaked shoes squishing with every step.

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.

I spun back around, my heart hammering as I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. “The body of prominent Italian tycoon Alex Gray was discovered today in Russia under mysterious circumstances. Authorities report that a cryptic note was found at the scene, referencing a decade-old murder case that once led to the arrest of Russian Mafia leader Nicholas Romanov Fortune and three of his men. Investigators suspect the note may be linked to the elusive witness from the infamous case, though its meaning remains unclear. While speculation points to Mafia involvement, the execution of the crime was so precise—so methodically clean—that no traceable evidence has been left behind. With no leads

I don't know why, but that young woman reminded me of me, when I was 18 years old, something told me that our lives would cross one day. Now that I'm back in Italy it's a new beginning or the return of the past, a past that I wanted to bury but that is coming to the surface and I'm afraid I won't be able to stop it anymore. TO BE CONTINUEEEE........ BOOK 2 "ITALIAN MAFIA 2/she's still mine NOW AVAILABLE You can find my available information in my profile to be aware of my books, which you can find in Spanish here in BUENOVELA and English in GOODNOVEL.