Mafia Last Names Novels & Stories

Raf commented in surprise. "Sabrina th—" he froze and cursed himself silently. "You remember her, huh?" Raf said with a playful smile playing on his lips. "Here," he said and ignored him. "Black car," Raf said. "Who is it this time?" Aemon asked. "No idea. Aemon, your marriage almost shattered and the whole Mafia world knows about it. They are probably watching you," Rafael explained. To have enemies who watch them always is not rare. It always happens to them. All their moves and actions were being watched and that is normal for them who grew up in this world.

Grandpa cleared his throat before continuing, 'I assumed you know that Leonardo is with the Italian Mafia? I went pale right away and nodded my head yes. So this was it? They didn't want me together with him? "Well, we were too. Our real names are Gabrielle and Raffaelle Morelli. I saved your Leonardo. I was third in command of his father, the previous Don. I killed the key player of his enemies in retaliation for the attempt to kill his son. And, I took a bullet for Leonardo when he was still a kid." My body went cold. Drained of energy. Lies. All my life has been a big fat lie.

the man said with a stiff smile. “Yes, I'm Faria Johns and this is my wife Aggie”, I introduced. Our new names were modern and normal. When I asked Vincent why he wanted us to use these names, he informed me they were names of a couple that were his former lawyers that he killed because they knew too much and buried them right in the backyard of his ranch. I had found that information very disturbing, but then again, I couldn't expect anything from someone like him. “Nice to meet you, my name is Stan”. The man kissed Taylor’s palm.

But I couldn’t stop now. Riccardo Moretti never needed to raise his voice to command respect. His presence alone did that. “I refuse to believe I raised such a stupid daughter,” he said evenly. “You still don’t get it? In this world, no one does what they want. Everyone does what they must.” “I know,” I replied quickly. “I know how the mafia works. Rules. Deals. Hierarchy. But—” “But nothing,” he interrupted again. “Everything has a price.”

The strange man said, he is also using a pet name for Marissa. How did Marissa know this man? Then I noticed the tattoo on his neck. He is from a mafia family, the Caccini, second most powerful family after the Aldens. Alden and Caccini have been friends for decades. How can Marissa know the Aldens, then also be close to the Caccini , and the heir of the Caccini right hands will be here with her. How close can she be?. “It is fine Emilio, I will handle it from here,” Marissa said, stopping him. I am so sure he won't take a second to blow out Stella's head if she asks him too.

Dmitri said to Dre, a serious expression on his face. "Why?" "It's because we realized something interesting. The mafia in question is under your father's name. Also, it seems whosoever is heading that gang is a part of your family, Xan. We contacted Marcello, your father's main man. He told us that the gang is under your dad's protection but is headed by a family member. He refused to tell us who the mafia boss is. So, we went ahead with our search. There are only four people in your family who own mafia gangs. You, your father, your twin brother, Xanthis and your cousin, Bruno. Your dad is completely out of the picture because even though he hates your guts, he's glad you're heading your m

mom spoke while dad stared at her with a smile on his face. "Okay," I said, smiling a little. At least they trusted us enough. Everley was one of the executives of the Gladiolus. At thirty years old, she was quite efficient. She was my elder sister. Meanwhile, Rio was my right hand and the owner of all the Gladiolus casinos. He ran the mafia's business by himself. He was 25 years old, just like me. He earned his position, unlike his father, my Uncle Cason, who ruined our business in Italy. Uncle Cason was my dad's fourth brother.

Sophia's heart quickened with excitement as she reached for the nearest folder, her fingers trembling with anticipation. The first folder she opened was labeled "Venillia Family," and as she leafed through its contents, her eyes widened in astonishment. The documents detailed a complex web of connections, linking Sandro's father and Kyle's father to the same Mafia family. It seemed that Sandro's father had once been deeply entrenched in the criminal underworld, but had since left the Mafia to pursue legitimate business ventures in the United States.

He was weak from lack of oxygen and the extreme pain she was giving him. “You will regret even thinking that you could steal from me. Stealing from a Di Angelo.” “Di… Angelo?” I could hear a subtle hint of fear upon realizing the weight of that name. Maybe he finally remembered the name Sol. “What? You really think I was only using Sol’s name? My name is Cara Luna Di Angelo, daughter of Domenico Di Angelo, the late king of the mafia. I see the regret and fear in your eyes. Good.” She let him go before rising. In a swift movement, she kicked him and pulled the trigger for the last time. Blood floods out from the center of his chest. I could see the fear and regret in his still opened eyes des