Mafia Last Names Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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

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

Lucifer asked, noticing the shift in Spike’s demeanor. Spike’s eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and intrigue. “I’ve just received intel on two major Mafia organizations—one based in Eastern Europe and the other in Italy. Both are deeply entrenched in the underworld, and guess what? They go by the same name: *Nosce Hostem.*” Lucifer’s expression darkened, his mind immediately racing. “Are you saying there are two factions with the same name? That can’t be a coincidence.”

, 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.

Bastian asked curiously, when he saw a different smile on Arsenio's face. "We'll see who has made this mess." Arsenio grinned angrily. He opened the Strongest Mafia System application, then read the notification that had just come in. [New Data] [Name: Hendry] [Age: 40 years old] [Race Type: Human] [Level: Titled Mafia] [Action Points: 100++] [Action Points: 1200++] [Position: Head of Blue Blood Moon Organization] Arsenio knitted one eyebrow. Apparently, the organization was called the Blue Blood Moon. No wonder it was different from the one Around led.