Mafia Last Names Novels & Stories

I know we all want to know what happened next on Lidia and Bruno’s part but why don’t you grab a box of popcorn and let journey together into the mafia world part. Thank you for reading, you all mean a lot to me. And let me quickly remind us of their names again: Bruno the ice king Lorenzo the tall man Matador the blacksmith Alarico the balancer accountant Gennado the old wolf Salvatore the ghost money laundering Gravino the cleaner

The only way Della would take over is if she married another Mafia's son, there were so many options, he had thought about it for a while now. There was Alfredo Molinero the son of the biggest mafia bosses in Mexico. There was Lucio Bongiorni from Italian Mafia, also Kay Schürmann from German Mafia, as well as Hoashi Kakichi from the Japanese Mafia, also Oskar Borgström from the Swedish Mafia, also Féng Shen from the Chinese mafia. He had been Enemies with the Chinese for a while now so that would be so good but an alliance was good. Feng was just a hot headed faggot, he wouldn't let his daughter marry that English none speaking idiot. Nicholas Passos of the Portuguese mafia. Nikita Shatov o

Luca Martinelli was the fucking boogeyman. "Bloody smart idiot," I grumbled under my breath as I gave up looking for any information on him. From what I saw on Antonio's search, he was the Don of the Martinelli familia. The biggest crime family of the Italian, Russian, and Mexican mafias. I didn't want to admit but I was impressed. Luca covered his tracks well, making it seem like the Martinelli familia fell after Antonio's sudden disappearance. I sighed, having seen enough, and closed all tabs, removing everything from the search history too.

Dana insisted. "I'm sorry for keeping a secret from you, Dana. But I hope it won't change your mind about me." Marcus nervously said, as he starts sweating. Dana gently held Marcus' hand, as she gave him an encouraging smile. "I trust you, Marcus." she firmly stated. Marcus took a deep, calming breath and he mustered all his courage to speak. "Dana, my grandfather, Michael Montserrat was the Godfather or the leader of an organized Mafia crime group, which is notoriously called as "La Familia." he started.

Nickname: Pen, little girl, or tesoro Age: 20 yrs. Morello Mafia Household: AURELIO TONY ROCCO PAOLO ETHAN *Hacker DENZEL CALLISTO ALONZO *Traitor TITO *right-hand man in Miami VIC *bartender MARINO Blanco Mafia Household: FRANCISCO BLANCO *Isadora’s father and Alberto’s best friend, 40 yrs. GIULIA BLANCO *Isadora’s mother. DAVIDE SAUL *Traitor

Just like everything else on earth, there is a hierarchy in the mafia world. On one side is Padre who has two powerful families behind him. Luigi Marino, a real estate mogul who owns more than a quarter of the buildings in this country. He comes from old money which makes him almost untouchable. Then there's Clemente Russo. A billionaire and the son of the former Prime Minister. With those two behind him, Padre is kind of invisible. That doesn't mean Cris isn't powerful. He's got the Grecos and Morettis by his side.

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.

, he said "I did not complain", she muttered. "Don't do that next time", Antonio said which slightly angered Ginevra. "There won't be a next time, stop wishing yourself bad", Ginevra frowned "I'm a Mafia Lord, I have rivals and they all want me dead. It's either I die now or I die soon after all, I have killed a lot of people", Antonio said coldly. "Stop saying that", Ginevra said with cracked voice and sniffled

His voice was stern, cutting through the air with an accusing tone. Confusion clouded my mind. "Who are you talking about?" I asked, hoping to clarify the situation, but he seemed to ignore my question. "You might be in the wrong room, sir," I said calmly, trying to maintain composure despite the tension in the air. "Harvey Knight, Aria is my daughter. I am Rocco Marino," he declared, his words hitting me like a thunderbolt. Rocco Marino—the notorious mafia boss and one of the wealthiest CEOs in the business world. His nickname, "The Rock," resonated with fear and respect in the underworld.

The consuming look he gave, the threat of a knife, and the man seated in front of me instilled fear, yet I resisted. I noticed how his fist tightened, his icy gaze still focused on me. The rings on his right-hand fingers caught me again. With his fist resting on his thigh, I could read the letters written on each ring in each finger. L. A. Z. Z. A. Lazza The similar name on the knife. A name ringing bells in me. Lazza, a famous name of the Italian Mafia leader. The Don. No, the last time I checked, he wasn't this young. But news has been everywhere that Lazza II died five years ago, and another leader took over. If I paid more attention to the mafia shit, I might have known who that was.