Wealthy Italian Surnames Novels & Stories

“Principessa Eva of the Moretti family. I’ve searched for you for so long.” Vicenzo clutched his bloodied face, his eyes bulging. “The… the Moretti family… principessa?” The oldest and most mysterious mafia family in Italy. The only force capable of standing equal to the Carlini family. Elena’s Hermès bag slipped from her hand and hit the floor with a dull thud. As for Mario, who had strutted so arrogantly before, his trousers were soaked, the sharp smell spreading in the air. I withdrew my hand without expression and looked down at Stefano.

"The terms will be as follows, it's just a matter of you reviewing them with your attorney for signature and we will begin the partnership" Dante said as Marcus reviewed the papers on the table. Vance was thoughtful. The Romanof were the most dangerous and important Italian family in the city, one rung below the Vance's and after the Milanis, even so, and even if it didn't seem like it, the jet alpha didn't like unnecessary conflicts, that's why he had agreed to make a deal with them and mostly because of the past that linked them.

Alessia adjusted him against her shoulder, her expression softening, “He looks so much like you did, Adriano. The same eyes.” Claire leaned in, brushing a finger over the blanket with a tender smile, “He’s beautiful. He deserves a strong name.” Dante crossed his arms, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “Something that carries weight. Marco, maybe.” “Marco,” Raphael repeated, tasting it, before shaking his head. “Too common. Needs something rarer. Angelo.” “Vittorio,” Luca offered from the corner, “Name him after Nonno.” Silvio let out a low laugh. “Christ, if he turns out anything like Nonno, we’re all fucked.”

Tommy scratched his jaw a puzzled expression on his face, “Technically, everyone here is related one way or another but an extended branch does not carry the Salvatore name. Only direct descendants” Right, I remember reading that the Italian families can be traced back to a group of brothers from centuries back who started off the business before migrating to the United States occupying different territories as their seat of power. It makes sense but I try not to think so much about it because of the number of inter-marrying that occurs in our circles. But still, the whole extended thing branch.“Er.. I’m not sure I understand” I lean forward so he can take Caela as she now begins to squirm.

It served her purpose and that was good enough. The large church was half filled with probably a thousand people. It was the ‘wedding of the century’ as publicized in the newspapers, with two of the most powerful Italian families uniting. But Talia was sure only half was family and the other business associates—past, present and future. She was sure anyone who was and wanted to be someone was here. Top of the pie kind of crowd. She snickered, a little bitter. Nothing worked better than a wedding celebration to further business aspirations. The only people missing were the press.

"What do her eyes tell you? Can you see the same depth as in the more recent pieces?" My speech suddenly slowed down, then stopped completely. An elderly woman stood next to a waist-high altar with the ledger open, drawing a golden anchor with a black feather. "Who is she?" I asked, swallowing my pride. Luca stared at the portrait. "Lucia Bartuccio, one of our ancestors," he answered eventually. I gasped in shock. "La Signora Nera Bartuccio (the Black Lady Bartuccio)?" "Now I understand what you mean by the style not replicating reality," said Luca, letting out a quick chuckle. "She looks sweet and innocent on here when, in fact, she was a merciless banker."

Finally, he'll have a fatherly figure in his life. After a while, they disentangled from the embrace. "Who's the Antonio you spoke of earlier?" Ivan asked. "Antonio Romano, my greatest enemy. Leader of the Veneto mafia group and a big crime syndicate. One of the wealthiest men in Italy. Also very popular. We've been on each other's neck for a long while causing us to sacrifice many lives but I won't rest till Antonio is dead" his father explained. "What's the problem between you both?" Ivan asked.

That’s why I recognized his name, I heard about his family when I and Ashton where dating. The Moretti family was infamous in italy. They were the leading family concerning drugs, guns, illegitemate buisnneses and anything illegal. They did however, just like Ashtons father, also have many legitimate businesses. Hotels, restaurants, multi-bilion investments in realestese deals. Clint was the heir of the Moretti empire. Just as Ashton was for the De Luca empire. Only Ashton wanted no part in the legitimate businesses, he wanted to get his hands dirty.

My breath hitched as I looked at it. Ricardo’s name was clearly written on the document, but the surname wasn't Lombardi……but Castellano. I furrowed my brows, confused. I turned the pages of the document, and it had his name but with the same unfamiliar surname, Castellano. I picked up another document, and this one had other names too. Adolfo Castellano, Giada Castellano, Clara Castellano, Anjelo Castellano and Ricardo Castellano.

He just sat while clasping his hands together as he placed his elbows on the edge of the table is enough to make the waiter wince as he stared at him. We waited for the drinks to be served first before starting our conversation. "I read an article about you. " He started talking without wasting time. He spoke directly to his point. He took a deep breath looking right into my eyes. I swallowed nervously. "How much was written on that article I believe we all know it's one hundred percent true. I have to say on the first day we met. I saw the similarities between you and your ancestors. Like the Walker, the Bianchi are noble. They are very emphasise about their lineage since they came from pur