Astuto Protagonista Novels & Stories

I am not Selena Asli Castania right now so I don't need to fake an emotion. "I need you to do something for me" I said in a flat tone. Enzo Stefano. He came from the Stefano Syndicate one of the trusted ally of Costello. He becomes my right hand the moment I become a Costello. I can say that in every mission that I did, he is my support system. He become my shadow, the one who protect me from behind. He is my comrade, a loyal and trusted comrade. I know that he will never betrayed me.

Then he would strike them so bad that they would not be able to get up. As for why he had kidnapped Leonardo ’s daughter, he always knew from his experiences and every day talk that middle-class people like Leonardo considered their dignity as their top priority. It is the perfect opportunity to strike. Alessandro Emilio himself is a very cunning man no one can predict what goes around in that beautiful head of his. He would always strike his enemy in such a way that he would not be able to stand on his feet again. Coming to Sabrina , she’s something that Alessandro Emilio never thought of. She is so innocent that she reminds him of a child. Her innocent talk and stupid replies made him co

Alessandro walked towards the torture bunker while waiting for his enforcer, Romero. He knew the man would be back very soon and the thought that he was coming with a Russian spy made his skin crawl with excitement, he had no idea how she managed to get to Romero but the game has just begun. if they thought he was capo for being this stupid then they need to think again, this man wasn’t someone they could mess with. This man is Alessandro Russo.

Alfonso looked at him without pity as a brother. "Until whenever I will not betray my friend, stop Alfonso before Han Zoku knows everything." Alberto commemorates his twin brother. "Am I too good to you? So you don't do what I want?" Alfonso began to be provoked by emotions. Alberto is too loyal to Han who is not his family. "It's very easy, you just tell me where the letter is, then all business will be done, we will get the money and run from this city." Alfonso always has a dirty plan, selling people's property for his interests. A bad past makes his life a mess.

Of course he notices. “Not met,” I corrected sharply. “More like collided with, verbally.” Antonio’s grin widens. “Oh, this is getting good.” I ignore the asshole and turn to Matteo. “Roman Orlov.” Both brothers blink. Antonio drops the apple. Matteo whistles under his breath. “The weapons strategist. The one they call the Silent Prince. Antonio snaps his fingers. “Right, right. The emotionless one who looks like he was carved from an iceberg nobody asked for.”

The sunlight streamed through the tall windows, making the sea sparkle, it was beautiful, a perfect, calm picture. I sipped my coffee as I looked out the window, I knew this calm I felt now was a trick. I already knew Antonio was coming for me next, and I was ready. Antonio Romano, for all his rage and his emotional attachments, was still a strong opponent. He hadn't been defeated, he had won the small battles. I knew that he was consolidating his power, building his defenses, and preparing for war against me, my network had confirmed his secret meeting with Pyotr.

— Related to D'Agostino? — Yes. — Borghese gestured for me to continue and I nodded in thanks. “It occurred to me,” I said, “as these things were unfolding that D'Agostino could not be working alone. Enzo, he's ambitious, but he's not intelligent, capisce? There must be someone older, perhaps wiser, giving him advice. Convincing him that I would be the perfect target. After all, I control more here at this table. And in the end, this was really about money, not my wife.

“Listen closely, Alfonso. I’ve been in this game for a long time. I’ve witnessed horrors that would freeze your blood. And I’ve committed acts that would turn your stomach. You think I’m crazy? You haven’t witnessed the true depths of my madness. No one, absolutely no one, dares to threaten me!” Alfonso gazes at me, a mixture of fear and defiance in his eyes, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. I can sense his trepidation. “You believe you can take on the Outfit?” he quavers, his voice trembling. “You think you’re tough, Alfonso? You believe you’re a big shot just because you hold the title of soto capo in the Outfit? Well, let me enlighten you. You’re nothing more than a insignificant s

A servant poured wine even though it was barely noon. The table was spread with delicacies, cheeses, olives, thin slices of prosciutto, fruits glistening like jewels. But the real feast wasn’t on the table. It was in their eyes. They were here to feed me something else. Information, Doubt, Or a proposition. Matteo didn’t waste time. “Alejandro is young,” he began, slicing into a pear with his knife. “Ambitious. Charismatic, yes. But charisma without foresight is dangerous.”

"Of course not, Capo. I would never think of going against you. Only a foul would dare to go to war with the Godfather, and I am no fool, make no mistake about that. Austin Foster is a very tricky man. He outsmarts me every time I try to stop him. He was one of us, and he attained the position of Captain while he was here. He trained his soldiers to be strong, and he has the best of our men, I mean, my men.