Wealthy Italian Surnames の小説・ストーリー

Damien asked Lorenzo. “There’s four major families of Italian incubus. Bianchi, Rossi, Leone, and Santorino. Each family specializes in different pursuits, kinda like the mob. Most of us have to work for the family but there are a fortunate few who are estranged, like Max. Each family has a representative that you reach out to if you need anything. There’s Luka Bianchi, Alessandro Rossi, Francesco Leone and Giovanni Santorino.” Lorenzo explained. “So you guys are real life mobsters?” Brent seemed to ask a little too excitedly.

Two of the four clans had already arrived. To my right sat the Rosetti twins, Antonio and Matteo, heads of the Sicilian clan. They were identical in every way except for the small scar running down Matteo’s jaw. Both wore that same smug arrogance of men who thought they couldn’t be touched. Across from them sat Don Carlo Vitale of Naples, a man whose name alone could silence half the Italian coast. He was older, quieter, but no less dangerous. His calm was the kind that came from knowing you had enough bodies buried to earn peace. The last seat, meant for the fourth clan, the Romano family from Russia, who ran trade through Eastern Europe... was empty. They were running late, as usual.

Or at least he changed the name of his establishment the day I came into the world and knew the name my parents had chosen for me. That's why the men in the Family call me Didi. Andrea is a masculine name in Italy, but my mother liked the irony when she knew it was a name given to girls in France. My grandfather, Dino, was the Don in charge before Vincenzo. When our father announced that he was refusing to take over the Don's position, Grandpa asked my brothers who would be interested in taking over the Bonani Family. Vincenzo was the heir apparent. Salvatore and Terzo have always preferred the field and couldn't imagine being locked in an office for long hours. And, as we all know, Vincenzo

I took a sip of champagne. "You have another name?" Henry asked "Isn't your name Xavier Arcana?" "Half is wrong." I took a bite from a brownie "My real name is Xavier Arivonese. There's no 'Arcana' in my name." "Aren't you Italian?" "Yes. The Italian part is 'Arivonese.' I'm not related to the Gionovese but our names come from the men the mafias follow after." "Oh.......you mean the two men who started the first mafia in Italy?"

"The games I play usually end in blood." Ivan didn't dare move, just glared at me. "Do you have any idea who you're messing with?" I smiled, about to say something. Just then, the crowd parted. A man in a black silk shirt strolled over, oozing a dangerous, magnetic charm with every step. He had the classic profile of an Italian man—deep green eyes, dark brown hair that was just the right amount of messy. Victor Bellini. The Godfather of Italy's largest mafia family.

my eyes couldn't comprehend what am presently seeing I raised my hand to cover my mouth as it opened in shock, and then i leaned in closer with wide eyes. No wonder he had looked familiar and real sexy too bad he's the Playboy type. He's a fucking Romano Of the infamous Romano family. I felt a chill roll over me and my mind begin to race. Wow he really came from a deep real old money. Their family's name is so well-known around the city I wonder why I didn't really remember. In fact, there family is famous around the world. I clicked on an article and opened it wide; he even had his own Wikipedia page, and the photograph in the top left corner was one of him bleary eyed and drunk, staggering

"What have you done? Why? Money? Power over my father? What?" "All your questions will be answered in due time." He moved towards the foot of the bed. "Fine. Perhaps you don't truly understand who I am or the influence of my family. Borgata." I emphasized the last word, spitting it out with disdain. He took a deep breath, his gaze intense. "Madeline Alessandro, daughter of Antonio Alessandro, a well-known winemaker. On paper and to the unaware authorities, that's who you are. But the truth is, your family holds significant power in the Italian mafia, strategically aligned with the formidable Massimo Borgata. Your father is...very dangerous."

(laughs) "Of course. The real estate company in Milan is one of the biggest in Italy. They don't mess around when it comes to commissions. The Del Vecchio family is notorious for spending money on potential geniuses." Sharlynn immediately remembered that last sentence. It was as if she had just heard the family name. 'Del Vecchio, that seems to be Richie's last name,' she thought. Ahh, but not all Del Vecchio names are used by Richie only, right? ["Sharlynn! Are you still there? Hello?"] A shouted voice on the other side made Sharlynn blink. "Yes, I'm still here. Okay, I'll get the contract and sign it soon. Thanks for finding me some pretty good projects. But if your cafe still needs people

She looked around the numerous maids and guards watching her. Yeah! Don't be surprised..... The Walton family has its record of being the wealthiest family in Italy..... They got the money, the influence but not as powerful as the Mafia "ANGELO BANDINI " Arianna dipped her cutlery into the food but her hands kept shaking....cold sweat ran from her hair down to her face. Tear rolled down her eyes. "was this how she's gonna disgrace herself in front of everyone ...again? "she thought as her hands continued shaking.

It showed enough proof of how the Tomassini tycoon and his family of businessmen and politicians grabbed the top three spot, followed by the Falcos in the eighth. The Tomassinis mostly focused on real estate and finance, while Stefano Falco, according to the Internet, had been a shipping magnate for decades now. International shipping and possibly arms dealing, too, among other things. The Valtieris, like the previous year, didn't move away from the top five...still the fifth richest clan in all of Italy, and not just when it came to financial assets. Théo massaged his forehead. What should he do next? Which persons should he concentrate on? "Do I keep focusing on R or..."