Mafia Last Names Novels & Stories

He gestured to the chair across from him. “Sit.” I didn’t want to. But I did. I hesitated, then crossed the room and sat down because I needed answers more than I needed air. The silver coin gone now, replaced by a silence. “You want answers?” he said quietly. “Then listen.” I nodded once. Silas leaned back, exhaling slowly, like this next part was a weight he’d carried for years. “Before the Circle. Before America. Our family name was Moretti. One of the oldest mafia lines in Italy. Powerful, respected... until we wanted out.”

Antonio extended his hand to me for a handshake while I hesitantly accepted his gestures. “i’m Antonio, the leader of Cipriano family and one of kai’s good friend” the man introduced, and I felt my breathe hitch for a moment. I remember that name, Cipriano. Cipriano family were the second largest mafia group after Alessandro family. I wasn’t too surprised, not like i expected a murderer like kai to be surrounded by priests and saints, as they say, birds of the same feathers flock together.

Just older. The caption reads: "Lucia Santino, heir to the Santino fortune, attends annual charity gala." "That's my mom," I whisper, shaking. Your mother wasn't Lucia Hale. She was Lucia Santino. And that's why people are hunting you. "I don't understand. Who are the Santinos?" He writes slowly, carefully: One of the five founding families. The most powerful one. And you're the last surviving heir. "What does that mean?" It means you're worth more dead than alive to four families.

The walls were concrete, lined with old security monitors and files stacked on shelves. Adrien began sorting through them, his expression tightening as he scanned the documents. “What is all this?” “Transactions. Shipments. Names. Everything Alessandro’s been hiding from the rest of the family.” Elena hesitated, reading a familiar surname on one of the folders. “DeLuca… they were your father’s allies.” “They were.” Adrien’s tone was grim. “Until Alessandro had them wiped out.” Her voice trembled. “He killed them too?” “He kills anyone who doesn’t kneel.”

I just kept staring at Papa. "Their family is one of the biggest mafia organizations, not just in the US, Arietta. They do a lot of illegal things, and one of them is murderer. Do you really think they can't lie? Lying is nothing to them, Ari." Papa stared at me, as if he was trying to make me believe what he was saying was true. "I-I don’t think Aunt Giovanna would lie—" "Giovanna is part of another mafia organization, Arietta. She’s the daughter of Ciro Verdi, the former boss of their group. Now the two organizations have merged because Giovanna married Marcello. Do you really think that Giovanna Grimaldi is as righteous as you think?"

I rake my eyes down and notice just how clean cut his outfit is and notice just how expensive it looks, I may have been out of the rich game for a while but I still know my fashion and my labels and this guy is definitely wearing both. “So now that you have my name, Do I get to know yours?” I ask him but before I could I hear a bunch of broken glass hitting the ground and I quickly turn around and see Kevin looking over at us with pure fear in his eyes, I furrow my eyebrows and follow his gaze which lands on him, the handsome stranger but as soon as my eyes land on him again, his lips are curved up in pure amazement almost as if he’s having fun and before I knew it he places his mug back dow

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.

“Even before the birth of Master Reign, his father and his grandfather and his great grandfather and his…” “I get it.” I say quickly, fearing he might go on and on, if I let him. The man was a like young puppy. “So, the Rafe Mafia go way back many decades.” “Yes, ma’am. The Rafe Mafia is one of the most feared and respected cartels in Italy. We have ties all around the world.” That word ‘respected’ often translates to the most ‘hated’ in the mafia life. “So, the shipping company is just a ‘legal’ front for their shady business.” I conclude

I didn’t leave anywhere after I carried out the order. The idea of going out—even for another cup of coffee—felt more like an imposter’s advice, like it was trying to lure me into meeting him again. Adrian Vale. That wasn’t even his real name. I was sure of it. I might have lied about myself to him, but I had made sure to dig into everything about him—so much that there was nothing left for him to hide. His name was Romane Antonio—the last son of a wealthy Mafia family I had crossed paths with long ago. Seven years ago, to be precise. We were both young then, and he was too naive. I took my chances to survive around him.

Penny explained, rolling her eyes in obvious annoyance. Most of the guests for Zia’s party were close business associates of their families, the Walkers, and Lucianos. Zia is from the Walkers who held power over the American mafia for generations, while Xavier’s family, the Lucianos, controls the Italian mafia. Their marriage turned Xavier to the sole heir of both mafia families. Their life might look extravagant from a mundane point of view, but the danger it brings is not something that should be taken lightly.