All Chapters of Johnny Gravano: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I don’t know why I took her to my home. I don’t even know her. All I know is I couldn’t just leave her there in the alley. I wonder why the Russians are after her? As soon as she wakes up, I will find out why they want her.I decided to go to one of my clubs and sent Stefano a text. Walking back to my car, I told my maid to watch over the girl and to let me know if anything happened.My life has been rough since the day I turned thirteen years old. My old man told me to become a man and that I would someday take over from him. By the time I took over the family business, I had killed more people than most people change underwear in a day. I don’t trust anyone except a handful of people. My three best friends are Stefano, my right-hand man and Samuele. They have known me since I was a little boy. We all grew up together since our families were friends. Kevin and Jake both have their own gang, but they aren't as powerful as mine. Alessandro is a billionaire who took over his family busine

I wake up realizing it was almost night, stand up, go to the kitchen and make myself a sandwich and some coffee. I can't believe I have slept the whole day. Deciding what to do to keep myself busy, I went back to my room. Only one thing comes to mind.I sit in front of my clean canvas, taking the palette into my hands as my fingers start to move swiftly across the canvas. Painting was always a way to keep me calm, to paint or draw my feelings instead of speaking them and being judged for them.Since the day I was born I had no one; I never went to school. My mother told our maid to tutor me at home. She always told me she won't spend a cent of her money on a useless nobody. Our maid became more like a mother to me. Rosetta was diagnosed with stage IV inflammatory breast cancer when I was fourteen years old, so she stayed in bed most of the time. But somehow managed to tutor me.My parents never loved me; they made that clear right from the start. Rosetta could never explain why they ha

I wake up groaning at the sharp pain piercing my head; my body feels stiff and sore. I try to compose myself, wondering where I am. The last thing I remembered was the guy who broke into my apartment and threw me against the wall. Struggling to sit up straight, I looked around; I was met by a familiar room. What was I doing back here? Did this guy send someone after me? Maybe he is working with Sergei? All these questions are going through my head. I stand up abruptly, making my head pulse and my vision blurry for a moment. I let myself have a minute to compose myself before I stood up. I went over to the door only to find it locked. Strange. I thought. Why would he lock me in this room? Suddenly I heard someone by the door and quickly walked back to the bed, ignoring the pain in my stomach. The door swung open and closed, bringing my attention to the same guy from the other night.He looked at me and asked, "Are you hurt?" In his deep Italian voice. I looked behind him, afraid that th

I was lying on the bed when I heard voices outside in the hall. It sounded like they were playing some sort of game. I wondered if there were only guys in this place. After some time, I heard a door being kicked down.Maybe they’re killing someone? my subconscious whispered. Yeah, maybe someone went to hide in a room and they got that person.Standing up, I walked to the door, trying to listen, but all I heard was laughter. Maybe they were just playing. I didn’t know, and honestly, I didn’t care. I just wanted to get out of here.My headache was killing me. I went back to bed, deciding to sleep for a while. My stomach began to grumble, and I realized I hadn’t eaten since yesterday. After tossing and turning for a while, I heard the door open and sat up straight, waiting for whoever it was to walk in.My eyes went wide when I noticed the man who saved me enter, with four other men following behind.They stepped inside my room. And let me tell you—these guys were handsome. One of them I

I wonder why Alessia hid her true identity—what was she afraid of? I have known her father a long time, and he doesn't seem like a monster who would hurt his daughter. Maybe she doesn't want to get married, and I understand that because I hate the Mikhas.Taking out my phone, I call her father. "Long time, Mr. Gravano," I hear his voice coming through the phone."Mr. Berlusconi, I have some good news for you," I told him."Ah, could this be another promising business opportunity?" he asked hopefully."No, but I have the person you've been searching for for a while," I tell him, waiting for his reply."That bi… "Oh, do you mean Alessia?" he said, with a sadistic chuckle. Something seems off—what did he mean before he said her name?"Yes, the one and only," I said after some time."Oh, my boy, you don't know how happy I am to hear that," he said, with another chuckle."When can we come and pick her up?" I heard him ask."I will let you know where and when," I told him. I felt a bit unsur