Mafia Last Names Novels & Stories

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

I never knew Isaac had a brother, I asked dad thinking he may have heard something but he is just as clueless as us. I sighed heavily, "Who the f-ck is this uncle and how the f-ck is he the answer to all our questions." I mumbled through gritted teeth. That Emma was with no benefit, she claimed that she doesn't know who her uncle is, but she had heard Nikolas talk about him a lot. Roman rubbed his jaw, "Okay so there are four families in the Italian mafia -" He said, "The Viarchi's, the Dolan's, the Palmero's and the Armone's."

“You said two other crime families. Who are they?” “There are three heirs that live under the radar but will be very powerful one day. Saint Vittori is the most prominent one. Niko Volkov has Russian ties and Elian Makolli has Albanian ties. Many years ago, the three families made an alliance through marriage. In Italy over fifty prominent people were killed. The only people to walk away from that bloody war were those three families. They ousted the Russian Bratva, the Albanian mafia, and the Italian mafia, to whom they all had certain ties. A leopard doesn’t change its spots, Demetria, they are still very dangerous people.” “Then why did Dean Huntley allow them in here?”

A Lazza. The similar name on the knife. A name ringing bells in me. Lazza, a famous name of the Italian Mafia leader. No, the last time I checked, he wasn't this young. But news has been everywhere that Lazza the 2nd died five years ago, and another leader took over. If I paid more attention to the mafia shit, I might have known who that was.

"This is Javier Pérez, the Columbian Mafia leader." Javier. The man she was looking at. He's not as old as the other men here. Maybe in his mid thirties. It seemed like he hadn't payed much attention to her until the introduction. His eyes checked her out quickly before they exchanged a handshake, both aware of the attraction to one another. My father continues, "Next is Conan Fitzgerald, the Irish Mob boss. Boris Kolev rules in Bulgaria, and Simon Kaminski is the leader of the Polish Pruszków mafia."

Erica shouts at her daughter once again, trembling — with hatred and fear. “Marchetti?” Mr. Henderson's eyes grow even wider… He knows very well that this family is involved with the underworld in several cities in Colorado and in other states. It's a surname that means trouble… A surname that has been taking root since the last decade… roots that everyone can see, but no one can pull out. The Marchetti's reputation is recognized beyond any rumor… This is because the mafia they run has always been very well known… The name that nobody dares to say nowadays… LA FAMIGLIA.

I could tell that Aiden wanted to say something, but he couldn't. '' What is it Aiden? I can tell that you want to tell me something.'' ''You know the letter that you gave to me last night.'' ''Yes.'' "Do those names sound familiar?" '' No. I have never heard them before.'' '' Those by this man's name belong to two of the most powerful mafias in the world,'' Aiden said to me, and my jaw dropped. ''What?'' I say, looking Aiden dead in the eyes, hoping this is a joke.