Mafia Last Names Novels & Stories

I place it on the board in front of me, scanning every face that is present. ‘Ndragheta. Camorra. Sacra Corona Unita. Serbian Mafia. Turkish Mafia. Cártel de Guadalajara. Yamaguchi-Gumi. Sun Yee On. The Yakuza. The Bratva. The Knights of the Road. Even the Nigerian Syndicates. And the Old Guard. The oldest mafia family, consisting of the three main ones. The Italian, the Russian and the Chinese. Together, they oversee the foundational power structures of the empire. They collectively control historical power and legacy. Government. Military and enforcement. Cultural and ritual incidents. Maintaining and disrupting transitions of power.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

“Just get this over with so I can go home.” “Indeed.” His expression sharpened. “What do you know of the mafia, Mia?” “As little as possible.” When she had first realized exactly what her father did, Mia had made a deliberate choice to avoid it at all costs. Her stepmother had helped shield her the best she could, and she had remained mostly ignorant toward the evil her father committed. “There are varying groups who oversee criminal activity in our fair city, but the three most powerful are the Irish, Italians, and Russians.” He

"Forgot about that. It's your nickname." Rolling my eyes, I observed as two others entered the room – Lorenzo Francesco, the son of the Chicago Don, and Miguel Garcia, the eldest son of the Miami Cartel. Noticeably absent was Aleksei Petrov, the true representative of the Bratva, whose immigrant father had secured the Philadelphia syndicate through brutal means. Aleksei, much like his father, was seen as a merciless force, more savage than a respected member of the mafia.

Bria shouts. "Mia is not poor. She is wealthy. She made the Costa family the second most influential family in the Italian Mafia. Now go back to your parents and run your family business. Your father is getting old and will need his heir to run his business soon," I say. Bria looks at me with puppy dog eyes. It may work with her older lovers, but it does not work on me.

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

He heard the second man ask. “Yes, she’s Alex personal assistant”. Those words clarified Alex suspicions. They’d intentionally targeted Maya knowing that she had a ‘connection ‘ with him. As Alex slowly approached the men, the black dragon tattoo at the side of their necks became visible as he scoffed. These were the Jensens. Mafia’s from Vladimir’s side. Ever since the incident of his father’s death, the Wolf’s and Jensens had become at war with eachother and sworn blooded enemies. Seeing that Vladimir was already sending his men out to him, it looks like he already got wind of his arrival in Russia. This was good. Alex thought.

He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it. l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in and day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.

I said looking at Lorenzo worried, I did not understand that I was beating, Lorenzo was the Don of the Italian Mafia, as it is possible that I did not know this news first hand. "He may be dead but his killer, he shouldn’t be far away and if the Russian mafia is involved, I think we already know where to start looking for your sister Camilo," Lorenzo said clearing up the confusion. "you’re right and according to the news the new leader of the Russian mafia, announced that he will rule this city from now on. And most importantly, I heard that he is crueler than other leaders and that he does not know the word of mercy in his life, "Camilo said looking at Lorenzo.

Abigail murmured. "What is it sir?" Maria said. "Nothing, maybe it is another Adrianna," he said. "Do you have her photo?" Dad asked and she nodded. She took out her phone and started scrolling at it. She later gave dad the phone and from his horrified look I knew it was the same Adrianna who was a mile away. "Do you know her sir?" Maria asked. "No, I don't think so. But Adrianna , who I know, I haven't seen for a long time and she is part of the mafia so I can't say whether it is her or not," dad said and we looked at him suspiciously.