Mafia Surnames Novels & Stories

"You don't understand how I felt about it,I knew something was wrong so I went back there I just d-dont know how it happened!" Mikhaila said fidgeting, she was trying so hard to not look like she was scared of Alek even though it was obvious she was.There was no sane person that wasn't scared of Alek Nikolai, he was the mafia boss and the CEO of the largest networking company. People had their suspicions about him using the company to cover up the fact that he was into weapons and human trafficking but there was no legal proof, so many police officers have tried their best to catch him but they all failed and the ones that pushed beyond their boundaries ended up dead, Alek was feared that no

"I had been his favourite, but he chose to treat me in such a manner. Like a common criminal. That was what I foolishly thought. When we got home, everyone was already at our home, waiting for me to return. Nonno had walked up to me and given me such a resounding slap that made every other person flinch. After which he told me that as discipline, I was going to leave for a military training academy at Miami. His punishment wasn't sending me to the military academy. Moreover, I had always been Alexander's spare." "How do you mean?" I asked in confusion. "I mean that, Alexander was originally the mafia heir. I never was." "Really?" That was suprising. There were really a lot I didn't know. "Ye

Father replied. "Damn!" Mikael yelled. "You see brother? you're a pain in the ass even for mother." Xander spoke in a manner that angered me. "Don't worry Mikael, Lilith isn't gonna suffer, I know she's in good hands unlike that peasant in Hunter's room. Uh.. what's her name again?" "Hmm. Iesha." Father concluded. "How did you know that?" I was confused on how he knew her or even her name. "I'm the greatest Mafia there is remember?"

"I see she really does mean something to you. I always thought you had a tough, unlovable heart, Ethan Brown. Did your bitch mother not raise you to be the mafia lord that you were supposed to be?" Ethan tightened his grip around the man's neck, his eyes bulging with madness. The man choked and clutched at Ethan's hand, trying to free his neck. "Keep my family out of that filthy mouth of yours!" The man raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Finally, we learn the secret weakness of the great Ethan Brown, the leader of the largest mafia in the city! What are we to make of that?"

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.

He is sitting near the head of the table, along with two other bosses on either side of him. On one side is Julian, the mob boss from Australia and the other one is Chan, from China. All three of them are in their 70's and are senior members in age as well as experience in mafia life. Julian and Patel are favorable to Luca and Chan prefer Alexi. "Allegation? Against me?" Luca sounded as if he is bored. Mr. Patel's lips twitched with amusement. He knows Luca since he was a little kid. He can see the fury in his eyes. He is waiting to see how he will protect this girl, whom Patel is sure, Luca loves.

I said, my voice dangerously calm, "your presence here is an insult. And who are you to question my right? By our own rules, you are as unfit as anyone you might accuse. Your family's alliances are fluid, your reach is limited." Vlad chuckled, a dry, grating sound. "Ah, but that is where you are mistaken, Sokolov. I have secured an alliance that not even your ruthlessness can counter. An alliance that brings true power, true legacy, back to the Tenevaya Bratva." He paused, letting his words hang in the air, allowing the tension to coil tighter. "My family will soon be tied to a once powerful mafia family in Italy." A murmur swept through the room. The elders exchanged glances, their impassiv

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.”

“What are you fighting for? Aren't you tired of those people, why are you still trying to prove a point. This is how your dad started and ended up going crazy, feeling threatened everytime because he was scared his own son might take his place in the meeting.” “Lorenzo can't you leave the underworld meeting?” “What are you saying Leonardo? Have you forgotten that there is a blood oath binding all of us together, we are mafia's. Even though some hide under their professions. If I leave I'll be their target.” Leonardo was quiet after listening to everything that I said to him.

“Hmm. That’s probably a good thing. We couldn’t find any direct links to you, even though you grew up near Sicily. You always go by Tris, which makes things simpler compared to other undercover folks.” Having a name similar to my own helps me stay grounded. Some people need to completely separate from their real lives, but for me, it’s easier to weave in real details than to make up stories and keep track of them. “So, what’s the deal with the De Luca family?” I pull my hand away from James’s and start rubbing his thigh in slow circles. “They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.”