Mafia Last Names Novels & Stories

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.

"I said then that the mafia was formed not only by the Rios family but also other families, right? But after a struggle for power for the throne, the Rios overpowered the other families. Do you remember the names of the other founding families?" "Yes. I think it was... Rodriguez and Cassano." "Right. Old Barry's real name is Bartolome Rodriguez. He's close to being the second most powerful person in the mafia right now. So he can't be easily killed for this." I knew that. That's why I need you to exercise your authority and order for his death... "How about the Cassano family? Is there someone here from that family?" "Mhmm." He nodded. "Aster's a Cassano. As well as Niamh. They're cousins."

- I need your loyalty, because I can't do it alone, but I can't allow myself to be betrayed either. - Okay, start by telling me who Maria De La Cruz is, the beautiful Mexican who saved my life, and it wasn't by chance. - I won't tell you much, but I will tell you a little at a time. But let's make it mutual. Do you know who your daddy is? - Yes, a former hitman, and right hand of the most mafia doctor in Latin America. - Very well, you have accepted reality, congratulations, and me? do you know who I am?

Not with anyone. Detective James had been circling both Lorenzo and Martin for weeks. Their sudden closeness wasn’t a coincidence, it was a strategy. He needed Raphael to see it. They met at a quiet coffee house, far from prying ears. Raphael arrived first, hat pulled low. “You’re getting paranoid,” Raphael said when James sat across from him. James ignored the jab. “Have you noticed how close Lorenzo and Martin have been lately?” Raphael frowned. “Lorenzo wouldn’t work with Martin. He’s my brother. You don’t know him like I do.”

Dmitri spat out blood in my direction, an act of disrespect. I stood up from the chair and walked closer to him, raising his chin so he could take a look at me. "Unlike your miserable father, I am the biggest Mafia Lord in the entire city. Every single one of my enemies fears me, and they all have the right to do so. I am showing you mercy by exchanging your freedom for that of your sister, you should be thankful." I let go afterward, and with one last look at him, I walked out of the room.

“Hmm. That’s probably a good thing. We couldn’t find any direct links to you, even though you grew up near Sicily. You always go by Tris, which makes things simpler compared to other undercover folks.” Having a name similar to my own helps me stay grounded. Some people need to completely separate from their real lives, but for me, it’s easier to weave in real details than to make up stories and keep track of them. “So, what’s the deal with the De Luca family?” I pull my hand away from James’s and start rubbing his thigh in slow circles. “They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.”

~ DEMETRI [POV] ~ Life has a way of just fucking one in the face sometimes. And sometimes it throws a bone at your feet and forces you to be grateful for it as fucking compensation. I sat behind my desk, staring hard at the photo of Rowen Santaro from the files Jacob brought over two days ago. At first I thought it could be a coincidence that the man shared the same last name as the family of the once biggest mafia organization in the country, the one that had been wiped out.

“Yes, sir! His name was Anthony.” Every single muscle in my back locks into stone. My blood turns to absolute ice. “He wouldn’t give me his last name, though,” Briana continues, shrugging her shoulders innocently, entirely unaware that she was just making small talk with a psychopathic mob boss. “He claimed you would already know exactly which Anthony was calling.” I push violently past her without another word, stride into my office, and slam the heavy door shut behind me.

"Wait, what did you say his name was?" "Luciano. Why?" Maria's face went pale. "Aurora, please tell me you didn't sleep with Luciano Romano." "How do you know his last name?" "Because everyone in this city knows that name." Maria grabbed Aurora's hands. "Aurora, Luciano Romano runs the most powerful crime family on the east coast. He's not just dangerous, he's lethal. People who cross him disappear." Aurora felt the blood drain from her face. "That's impossible."

He finally wants to go through the right procedures after making me waste my strength. " And the name is Rain Moretti." Rain Moretti. My breath became unsteady. I knew that name. Everyone knew that name. As in the Moretti family offspring, I hear that a million times per month, the strongest mafia family–no one else claims that last name. Stay away from anyone with that last name everyone advises. They collect debts in blood. It's always a bad news with them, they never spare the prey. I’d heard the stories in gossip tones at lunch. Seen the news clips. People who crossed them vanished. Or even worse.