Mafia Surnames Novels & Stories

Matter of fact, neither does my father. The first most well known family is the De Santis. Most people don't know it but they're also in the mafia. And of course, they're first. Their leader, Ace De Santis is 22 and rumors has it, he is fucking awesome at his job. People are scared of him. I, however, most people think im a damn myth. Not that i care, people believe what they want. The leader of the Italian mafia is Ace while my father is the leader of the American mafia. We are allies... Sort of. "ALEXIA SKYLAR HALE. FOCUS.", My father yelled through the ear piece

He looked tense, which already told me this wasn’t a normal update. That got my attention. “Talk.” He handed me a thin folder. “The company we’re acquiring? You were right. It’s not just business.” I flipped it open, eyes scanning quickly. Names. Transactions. Hidden connections. Then I saw it. A surname. One I recognized. “Say it,” I told him. “It’s tied to a mafia family,” he said carefully. “Not just any family. One of the most powerful ones operating quietly in the region.” I closed the folder.

Raf commented in surprise. "Sabrina th—" he froze and cursed himself silently. "You remember her, huh?" Raf said with a playful smile playing on his lips. "Here," he said and ignored him. "Black car," Raf said. "Who is it this time?" Aemon asked. "No idea. Aemon, your marriage almost shattered and the whole Mafia world knows about it. They are probably watching you," Rafael explained. To have enemies who watch them always is not rare. It always happens to them. All their moves and actions were being watched and that is normal for them who grew up in this world.

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

He placed his hand on the heart and said, "Gosh my name sounds so lovely from the pretty little mouth of yours" I rubbed my templates in irritation. He chuckled and voiced, "Ok I won't tease anymore. I kidnapped you to kill you the cause of the grudge I have for Red Monster". I scrunched my brows and asked, "Who the hell is this Red Monster?". He made a confused face and asked, "Don't tell me RM didn't tell you about his mafia business?". That's when everything came to sense that he is talking about Ian. So, Ian's Mafia name is Red Monster. My thoughts were snapped by Bastian's voice, "Don't you try to lie to me, princess". I nodded my head and replied, "RM didn't tell me his business name t

Before we had the chance to enter I tug on her hand to get her to stop with me. "What is it, why did we stop?" "Do you think our moms knew about this all along?" "I think they do." I spent most of the day thinking about my conversation this morning with my cousin. It was still a bit difficult to believe, my dad is such a good person. How could he have been the leader of a Mafia? That too is one of the largest ones in Italy and Russia. After doing my research I learned that they were responsible for a lot of murders, drugs, and gun smuggling, and the one that terrified me the most was trafficking girls

"Tell me, I want to know what my life was like before the accident." "You... we're a Mafia affiliate out to bring me down, and your pretended memory loss is exposed." What he said made me frown. I? A Mafia? What exactly is that? "Mafia? Is that my family's name? I know our surname is Vasque." I'm perplexed. "Stop acting, you know what I mean."

HAKAN *** Of all the Italian Mafia families, the Il ragni, better known as the Spider Famiglia, were the worst. They had no sense of honour, no moral code, no restriction, no limits. Anything was okay to them as long as they made a profit. Doing any form of business with them was a risk because they were more likely to use you for their gain . They were good at blackmail and backstabbing and their partners usually ended up dead. It was why they were only associated with the worst of the worst sets of people like the butcher. Most reputable crime families and organisations avoided them for a reason. Yet, here I was, using an Alias to try and make a deal with them. Obviously I couldn’t approac

She folded her hands and raised a brow at me. “I am Zach Westley baby" I replied " And I am, a Mafia boss”

They were taken in by the elderly man in a grand mansion that resembled a palace. There, Aleah noticed numerous men in suits surrounding the estate. She discovered that her grandfather was no ordinary businessman—he was the leader of a powerful mafia group in Italy. His real name was Antonio De Luna. At the mansion, Antonio recounted the reason he hadn't been with Aleah's mother for 20 years. He was once the Alpha of a pack, but an unexpected tragedy struck, leading to the death of most of his pack members. He was blamed for failing to protect them from a deadly epidemic. The only ones he had managed to save were his own family. This incident was why he never formed another wolf pack, nor wa