Noble Florentine Family Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lucia now smirking at my reaction even as Antonio moves to avoid stepping into the vast sea of blood that was still oozing around his feet, even as he sat before me. “Now then… where were we? Oh right, I remember now” smirking does he continue. “A long… long… time ago. There were three founding families. Each of them friends, each of them neighbors and colleagues. Together, these families managed to grow up together, their friendship strong. Their names were Dario, Stefano and Luca. Each of them brothers, yet each came from a different family. One from Italy, one from Greece and the other from America. Of course, none of that mattered to them. To each of them, they saw each other as a person

Ever since Tucker got involved with the Lind family, he'd been using all means to strive for greater success. But after all these years, the Smith family didn't show progress. Jagersville housed many prominent families that had been around for a long time. The Florentine family was the best representative of those families. It was well-established and had great influence. That family alone had connections in politics and business. They had influence on both sides of the law. As the Florentine family's current head of the family, nobody in Jagersville would dare piss Hades off. Tucker must be dying to ride their coattails through marriage.

“You challenge things. People. Rules. I noticed.” “You noticed?” I repeated, irritation mixed with something I didn’t want to admit. “Hard not to,” he said, and for a few seconds, it was just us in the room. No other students, no background noise—though of course, Jenna was still there, pretending not to eavesdrop. I cleared my throat and continued, forcing my voice steady. “Back to the lesson. The Medici family played a huge role in Florence during this period.” My hand shook slightly as I wrote on the board, though I tried not to let him see.

Ariana’s pov~ By morning, Alessio was quick to return from his errand and he brought me great news indeed. “A man is bragging in the brothels that Mateo is dead and your father is the true Godfather,” he paused before handing me his picture. Of course, I knew the bastard, creepy man who came around the house. Signor Antonio Medici prided himself on the last bloodline of the ancient Medici family. But he was far from respected, his family had disowned him years ago, outlawed after he raped a young girl.

As I listened to their fading footsteps I couldn't help but wonder if my father was still alive. There was something they weren't telling us, my father could not be alive and fighting and groups of men were running around in our house. It was simply not possible. “Which families have attacked us?” My elder brother asked suddenly. “Mainly the Baroffio, Tocci and Venezia family, but also small families like Fallaci and Verratti joined in.” Nero replied. The Baroffio and the Castellano family had been enemies for generations, as well as the Tocci family.

Florence said, clearly annoyed. Out of all the gifts Florence had given me, this one felt like the most special. Her giving me the family heirloom meant I was truly part of their family. Not just because I had a child with Sebastian, but because they saw me as their daughter too .“I hope you won’t refuse it this time. Roman's mother gave it to me. It goes back to the earliest generations of the Rocc family. It's given to the woman the firstborn son wants to spend his life with.”

I wasn’t sure if he hoped Phoenix had disagreed after today’s meeting so we could attack the Famiglia or if he really wanted peace. Cosimo only ever thrived in chaos and violence. “He suggested one of his cousins, Celestina Romano.” “If her last name is Romano, her father must be one of Phoenix’s traitorous uncles.” “You are right. Her father was killed for betraying Phoenix.” “So he gives us the daughter of a traitor?” Cosimo asked in a low voice. “We don’t care about these kinds of things.”

"Now you are being mean, Aaron. We are cousins and you should be happy for me. I did what you couldn't, I strengthened our famiglia's status and power by marrying into a strong Italian family. De Luca's are strong." Aaron didn't give any reaction except for staring at Flavio's face. "She is pure Italian but of course you won't understand the meaning of this, right Cousin?" Flavio was goading him but Aaron's calm features were making him mad. “De Lucas will stand beside me now…"

He straightened up, his eyes blazing with a cold, terrifying light of dawning comprehension. “Julian Marino,” Alessandro said, his voice a low, dangerous growl, “is the nephew of Vittorio Bianchi.” “The head of the New York family?” I whispered, a chill running down my spine. The Bianchi family was one of the most powerful on the national Commission, supposedly a long-time neutral ally of the De Lucas. “The Falcones were loud, brutish, and stupid,” Alessandro said, his mind clearly connecting a decade of scattered dots. “They never had the strategic depth to plan an attack like the one that killed my parents. They were just the muscle. The bloody, public face of the coup.”

Until, so they said, the most prominent heiress of the main family Ginevra Giordano, who had the interest, her interests and those of her family to unify the families by marrying the grandson of four generations of marriages of cousins to cousins. All this so that they could unify the families and keep the inheritance centered in a single place without sharing it with the poor and strangers. The three women competed for just one heir of the main family, which was Romano Columbus the son of fire, whose hair was a vivid red as well as fiery.