Mafia Name Generator Fantasy Novels & Stories

She looked at the maid with a kind weak smile . “You can call me Setenta, Madam." Setenta replied, causing Ana Sophia to scrunch her brows. “Sententa, the number 70?” Ana Sophia asked, and Sententa, seeing the look in Sophia’s face, avoided her gaze. Reading Sententa’s body language, Sophia immediately kept quiet; she immediately remembered that most Mafia families are involved in human trafficking. They don't hire servants; they buy slaves and give them names according to the number of servants they have. A normal person that grew up in the mafia would not be surprised by this.

Amy uttered in pure abhorrence for the person who tried to harm her friend. “Girls… Girls…Hold on. Do you have any idea who that man is? What he is capable of doing to Gina? ” Mia spoke switching glances between her friends who grew silent hearing her question because both had no idea about the man. Mia exhaled a deep breath and decides to enlighten them. “He is Alvish Lorenzo, the mafia lord of the underworld. He is a very powerful man in Sicily.” Hearing this Amy let out a shriek and covered her mouth in surprise to which Mia only nodded her head.

I then open my laptop to check out the info Alex sent me. I open the email where Rhys and his son Zayden meadows information is there. I need to know whom I am dealing with in case things go worst. In the shadowy underworld of organised crime, one name reigns supreme: Rhys Meadows. The ruthless and cunning Mafia King has built an empire through blood, sweat, and tears, crushing all who dare oppose him. His reign of terror is legendary, and his power is unmatched.

“ The other way around isn't so bad. “ Stacy confirmed. “ And what about Chad? “ Dencia asked lacing a mean glare at Maria. Maria saw the look of spite Dencia gave her, she decided to change the topic. “ Instead of talking about those rich fuck boys, why don't we talk about ourselves? Like why are we girls registered in a game of sex? I am sure not everyone of us believed that we would wind up here. “ The gathering went cold silent. “ Way to ruin the good mode. “ Dencia hissed. “ Are you sure we should be sharing such close information? we were given colors as names for a reason. “ Hope Violet said in a tender voice. “ I don't see a harm in my question, I think it would get us comfortable wi

He had dragon tattoos all over the side of his neck and on the lips of his mouth was a thin stick of cigar which he ouffed heavily on. Luxander dextro Matthew was his name. The leader of ‘SEVEN STARS’, the most ruthless mafia gang in the mafia world and also his f*cking business partner. Luxander stopped infront of Gordons as he chuckled seeing him shiver and whimper in fear. His smile faded off as he placed his hands on Gordons shoulders, meaning business. “What do you say? Shall we sit down and talk?”

He smirked at his teasing but I just glared at him. "You wish. You look like shit." I turned away from him and moved my hands to the doorknob, turning it and pushing the doors wide open to reveal the luxury that lay inside. It's expected of a Pakhan, the Bratva's Mafia Lord. That's what they were called. Sighing, I move to enter the room but his deep voice stopped me in my tracks; "Baby girl," He called and the endearment sent goosebumps up my arms. Good goosebumps though, and I hated it, "You'd better not think about running. You wouldn't get far. Not here, not now.

He asked. I shook my head slightly "No sir" He smirked and released my chin, "ever heard of the word, MAFIA!" He asked. What the hell was mafia I knew nothing, all I knew was my parents, I want my parents, I tried to speak but I muffled. "Speak with your lips Puttana" he said "N..no" I stuttered He smiled. "Well", he turned and walked to a table and sat on it "I'm Felix Montego", the leader of the ITALIAN MAFIA" he stated, he paused and looked at me from the distance his eyes scrutinized me.

I asked in their face. “Yes mafia princess, please spare us” “Hm “I thought. “We’ll do anything,” one said pleading with tears in his eyes. That’s when an idea struck me. If they’re from the American mafia then they should know all the plans and tactics that the big bosses use. They would be of great help to us and then we can kill them off. “What are you guys name?” I asked. “Wyatt” “Jamey” “Keith” “Mackison”

Street musicians gladly entertaining the tourists with their organettos and mandolins. Lovers making out in a dark corner, foolish move, Marco Marchetti thought as he walked past the dark alley. The city was beautiful and bustling, but it was also filled with thieves and criminals that were worse than thieves. He knew, he was one of them. The dignified ones though, the ones who didn't see themselves as criminals per se. It was the twisted law that saw and labeled them as criminals. The mafia. It wasn't a crime, it was a business, a business that has been smoothly run by the current Mafia King. A man whom Marco respected and honored. The man who was the main reason why Marco was out in the st

In fact, I don't believe in fairytales, they are just imaginary illusions that blind us to the reality of life. This man in front of me, who's supposed to be the misunderstood prince is Malakai Lorenzo, mafia king of the biggest underworld organization known in New York, and my father just had to go ahead and gamble all his money to his organization, now my father owes a huge sum of money to this bastard.