Peaky Blinders Italian Novels & Stories

They knew better. The moment I stepped outside, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it free, glancing down at the message—a video. Flames devouring a villa, smoke rising into the night sky, men screaming as they fled into nothingness. Below it, in crisp Italian: “È fatto, Daviolo.” It’s done, Daviolo. A slow wicked smile tugged at my lips. I whispered back, “Sciammato, bastardo.” Checkmate, bastard.

"We'll just sell this blind man to a ruthless Lycan in the Alps, Dad. As usual as bait for our journey later!" Susilia shook her head weakly, her lips unable to say no. Her voice caught in her throat. Her tongue suddenly became twisted and folded, very difficult to move. "What do you want to say, Blind. Haha, now you're suffering from being a mute. The blind woman has become a mute!" shouted the Alpha child who was Sicily's age. "I'm not mute, Miss. Indeed, this is my voice!" hissed Sicily with her lips moving. "My voice, where's my voice!" thought Sisiilia as she clutched her neck.

Speaking perfect Italian Conner stood and walked cockily down to stand on the other side of the dance floor followed by Callum, ‘Dove si trova’ [Where is she?] Callum asked equally as fluently as his twin, ‘Non vogliamo problemi, basta restituircela e lasceremo il paese. Lei è di nostra proprietà’ [We don’t want trouble, just give her back to us and we’ll leave the country. She is our property]

Six’s POV Amadeo looked at me. "That was hot," I blurted. "I mean I knew you were Italian but damn that was so hot. What did you order? Is it good? I want to hear you speak Italian again." Amadeo burst into laughter. "Calm down, ragazzo." I tried, but I couldn't stop thinking about how hot the words sounded from his lips. "Um, what did you order?" He chuckled. "The appetizer is an assortment of cold meat, bread, and cheeses. Followed by tagliatelle with porcini mushroom sauce, roast veal, and for dessert tiramisu. Sound good?"

It was nighttime in Catania, Sicily, but it didn't look it. The rain had barely ceased and the endless chatters of passers-by seemed to harmonise with the loud music playing from the street bars. The streetlights brightened the rowdy footpath as three tall men wearing black shirts and hats that rhymed with the darkness walked hastily. "Ehi! Sei Cieco! (Hey! Are you blind?)" A man who looked in his early thirties shouted as he hit his shoulder against the chest of one of the three men. Luca, the third man in question slowly slipped his finger into his pocket.

A bouquet of red roses sits elegantly in the centre. Raffaele pulls out my chair, and I smile at him as I sit down. He takes his place across from me, his gaze unwavering. “Do you like it?” he asks a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “I love it,” I answer truthfully. “It’s beautiful, baby.” “They call this place Club Del Doge,” he tells me, pouring us glasses of rosé wine. “One of the most famous restaurants here in Italy. I promised to show you Italy, and tonight, I’m making good on that promise.”

His warmness gives me warm satisfaction, which I like dearly. Together we stopped, and he slowly took off my blindfold. "You can open your eyes now," he ordered. And as soon as my eyes opened, my lips parted as I couldn't believe what was in front of me now. No wonder the food that I had earlier tasted like no other. Made in Italy, il mio amore... that was written on the top. "Do you recall this, Lizzie? Not only have I gifted you with a stone pizza oven, but I have also bestowed upon you a piece of Italy that holds our cherished memories," he expressed.

,he answered. "Okay fine. Please where are you taking me to?",she asked in a mild tone. "Italy",he answered calmly too. "It-,Italy", she stammered. Andre did not respond to her anymore. He had put his headphones on. ******************** Vanessa's head became the land of thoughts. She had different thoughts in her head. Going to Italy was a dream come true. Italy to her was a land of memories and she was on the verge of going to create a new memory. She had always loved everything about Italy. Her favorite meals were The Italian Pasta and Pizza. There was an Italian restaurant in Beverly Hills, it was her favorite and most visited restaurant. Her celebrity crush is a football player in Italy.

There are days when I wonder what the world around me looks like, what the prey I eat looks like, I even wonder what my mate looks like but I'll never ask because I know that although I am blind and most likely odd looking I will never stand alone. For I am blinded but not deaf, I am blinded but not alone, I am blinded and I will always have a place within this world.

Oh that’s nice of you all I say, “But we couldn’t decide so we made a few things but we started arguing well you know the rest” I smile at them all, “You guys didn’t have to do that” Alessio speaks up and says “well we didn’t know what you liked so Enzo and I just ordered everything they have from this place on the border of our territory they don the best Italian food.” At the mention of Italian food my stomach makes the loudest rumbling sound and now I am the one blushing. That was so embarrassing, but the smiles that lit up their faces made me smile too. “Guess she likes Italian food then,” says Luca