Mafia Last Names Novels & Stories

But I couldn’t stop now. Riccardo Moretti never needed to raise his voice to command respect. His presence alone did that. “I refuse to believe I raised such a stupid daughter,” he said evenly. “You still don’t get it? In this world, no one does what they want. Everyone does what they must.” “I know,” I replied quickly. “I know how the mafia works. Rules. Deals. Hierarchy. But—” “But nothing,” he interrupted again. “Everything has a price.”

I asked, finally getting curious, sounds familiar. “Yeah, younger son of Lorenzo Marini, leader of the Italian mafia,” Ziven explained. “Italian? I heard they had made up with Zakat”, “Lorenzo changed the plan last minute, well Elion precisely”. “So Zakat had their office blown out” I arched my brow, interesting. Zakat is the Russian mafia and according to the intel I had, they had ended their enmity with the italians. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number.

“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.

Aelia’s breath hitched. “What?” Louisa nodded. “Pedro’s mother was from a feared, powerful family. That’s how his father secured the Montonio throne. Cassius’ family left in rage. They changed their last name, severing ties completely.” Aelia’s heart pounded. Mafia. That word kept ringing in her head like a death sentence. Seeing her pale expression, Louisa shrugged. “You already suspected it, didn’t you?” Aelia forced herself to steady her voice. “I need to get out of here.”

"And from the look of things, this is not going to be very easy." Frowning I asked. "Why is that?" "He has the authorities involed-" He paused and before I could lay that off because of my connection with the officers here, he continues. "I'm afraid, you have no relation with them. They won't compromise -" "Because they are secretly working under a wanted or powerful mafia as well?" "Probably." He nodded, checking the laptop as a light shines in his eyes like another piece of information has been acquired. I leaned forward, my gaze fixed on him. "Tell me more. Where is this Russo of a guy located?"

The consuming look he gave, the threat of a knife, and the man seated in front of me instilled fear, yet I resisted. I noticed how his fist tightened, his icy gaze still focused on me. The rings on his right-hand fingers caught me again. With his fist resting on his thigh, I could read the letters written on each ring in each finger. L. A. Z. Z. A. Lazza The similar name on the knife. A name ringing bells in me. Lazza, a famous name of the Italian Mafia leader. The Don. No, the last time I checked, he wasn't this young. But news has been everywhere that Lazza II 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.