Mafia Last Names Mga Nobela at Kwento

His father, more than once, attempted to take my life many times. “Who are you?” I heard someone ask. I smiled brightly, actually feeling happy for the first time in a long time. "My name is Isabella Montenegro, and I am the last living child of my father and the heir to the mafia throne.”

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."

If I'm being honest, I once begged Uncle Allision to take back his position in being the head of the mafia family. There are two mafia families that are the strongest of all time, my family the Bianchi family, and The De Luca family. Our families have been enemies from day one, we both get in each other way and cause riots between each other. I believe my dad has something to do with the De Luca family which caused a lot of hate towards one another. "What are you gonna name the baby?" I asked as I stared at her stomach as the baby kicked. "We don't know the gender yet, but if it's a boy Emilson and for a girl Adanelia" she beamed and rubbed her tummy.

- 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?

“You have no idea who the fuck you are talking to right now. I ought to whip you until you bleed for this disobedient and disrespectful outburst.” Her eyes widened and her mouth went dry as it hung open. Not at his threats but rather the vclaim that he made—his words echoing in her mind. The mafia king? As in the leader of the vicious MMM group from Karachi? Never in a million years had Anissa thought that she would be facing the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. The identity of the leader of the mafia was kept hidden from the public but his malicious and merciless killings and acts were infamous throughout the country. Anissa wasn’t that much of a news person or a socialite

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.