Arturo Braga Novels & Stories

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

she asked exorbitantly. “This is my son," Arthur answered with a big smile. "Douglas Connovan Fraga.”

“What are you doing here?” “I am on vacation with my brother, I doubt that it would be the same case for you. To what do we owe the pleasure?” She asked, and Alessandro raised an eyebrow at the woman. “Alpha Ned? On vacation when he was beside Alaric a few weeks back? I doubt that you really do expect me to believe that, Rheniera.” He said, and the woman’s eyes met mine for a second. Alessandro turned to face me, and slowly extended his hand. I knew that he didn’t want me to proceed with the argument, no matter how tempted I was, in front of the woman. “My mate, Valerie Morozov.”

I really don’t want Vincent to win here, but the others also didn’t want to be the leader, there’s a big opportunity that they give their voices to Vincent because I think everyone here already catches his intention. We started to vote, even though I don’t know them personally, I can do a quick screening that the older might the wisest so I vote for Dave, as he looks older than us. Many of them vote for Vincent as he really opens to that opportunity, and yeah he won the position. They shocked me again when they chose me as the secretary and Arthur as my partner. But I think that’s better than I have to be in Kathy's position to manage our budget during this program. I really don’t know wheth

I turned my head to him again, “accept your family and agree to move on from this. What do you want in return?” “I want my little brother to kneel in front of me and ask for forgiveness,” Arturo blurted, “and I mean now!”

Dr Arturo scoffed. In the entirety of the black saints Familglia, if there is one person that can talk to Vincent however he wishes and still keep his head, it's Dr Arturo. He is the only one upon hundreds of renowened specialists invited to the black saints to help 'cure' Vincent's condition that had been the least bit successful. Arturo is a man, mad about his profession and absolutely obsessed with Vincent's aliments that he abandoned his high paying job in the field, and makes it his life purpose to get to research Vincent strange health, very facinated by it.

The thug was waiting like always, standing stiff. I tapped the desk twice, he slid a stick across, then sparked it. I snatched it, dragged hard, and set the smoke tearing down my throat. Her name left with the exhale. “Sera…” Another drag. “Sera… Sera…” Every puff was her. Her lips, the way she stripped bare just to test me. Her eyes when she shoved me off, like she was the one in control. A knock. “Enter.” Arturo stepped in, coat still heavy with travel dust. Russia on his shoulders, cold in his eyes. He dropped a case on the desk, but didn’t open it.

Why, if I was helping him? Mr. Brona suddenly asked me, if the Bianchis had Arganza, why would Greco need Arganza from his packs? “If you’ve got money sitting in your bank accounts, then don’t you look for the chance to make more?” I snapped back like a whip, no extra explanations, the way my father had taught me. Greco business wasn’t his problem. Again, the room went dead quiet, until suddenly Mr. Brona smiled. A real smile, not fake at all, and he started clapping slowly.

I asked. "Alessandro Russo, tall, tanned, handsome you know the typical mafia man type" My heart dropped and my palms began to sweat, thinking back to my husband, the love of my life who left me at the lowest point of my life, and I was going to see him at the gala for the first time in a year. "I'll send you the rest of the details," Mateo states and hangs up, leaving my head spinning and my mind in a whole different state. A single tear fell from my eye hearing the name of the man who gave me the best life I'd ever had and then destroyed it.