Mafia Last Names Novels & Stories

I pushed her to the brink. “Boss, you good with that?” Deron asks, snapping my focus back to the present. I look around the dark SUV as my inner circle, Deron, Stephon, Kris, and Max, are preparing to help orchestrate a raid on a meatpacking plant. It’s one of many business fronts for the Scarfo mafia. This one, in particular, is run by Vinnie and his crew. It took a little digging, but Max managed to track the bastard down with ease.

"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.

"Lucian Sterling. Age; 57 years. Occupation; same as fucking Fiore's. Guess who's on that list too. That's right, Peter Harding." "And what does that exactly mean?" Fiore asked. "There's one thing all five of you have in common that doesn't sit right with me. Human trafficking." Lucian snorted. "It's the fucking mafia, kid. What do you think we do? Paint each other's toenails for a living?" "Of course, it's the mafia. I understand that, but that didn't make Angelo Caruso, Riccardo Bernardi, Pietro Greco and Raffaele Catalano get involved in human trafficking, did it?" I asked through gritted teeth.

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.

The grandfather signalled him to go back, he knew Andretti would do nothing. " Do you boys know who I spoke to last night?", the godfather asked. "Enough with the suspense papo!", Andretti had had enough. "Luca", the godfather answered. The room turned silent, Luca is the Capo of the serpents Mafia gang, he and his grandfather were the original founders of the Mafia gangs in Sicily, they have been rivals for a long time. Luca and his grandfather had never seen eye to eye, for his grandfather to have a sit down conversation with Luca something was really wrong.

Everyone in the city knew the name, so he was expecting his grandson to know it too. Josh took a moment to think about it. He had indeed heard the name before, it was a name that was always on the news, so it was hard for Josh to miss it. Giovanni De La Cruz,was not just any name. It represented one of the most powerful and influential Mafia bosses in the country. Giovanni controlled vast territories and businesses, from legitimate enterprises to more shadowy operations. He was known for his ruthless tactics and the web of connections that allowed him to maintain his grip on power.

"I think you both need to sit down for this." They both walked over to the small seating area near the window. Stefan and Mia sat on the couch while Mose took the chair across from them, moving carefully but with determination. "I think it's the Santiagos." The name hit the room like a physical blow. Mia's eyes went wide, and Stefan's jaw tightened. "What?" Mia whispered. Mose nodded grimly. "The Santiago family." "The biggest Mafia family in Italy?" Mia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "The family that everyone fears?" Another nod.

“What do you want with me?” He laughed, a low, mocking sound that sent chills down my spine, and took a single step closer. “You really don’t know who I am?” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “I’m Eric, Alpha of the rogues. And you, Noah, you’re the little human who’s got Enzo, the big bad Alpha, all soft and weak. How does a kid like you manage to do that, huh?”

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper