Astuto Protagonista Novels & Stories

the leader stammered, his voice shaking. Ariston smiled, a chilling sight. “Your worst nightmare.” With that, he moved forward and delivered a swift, brutal punch to the leader’s head. The leader crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Ariston stood over him for a moment, ensuring he was truly out, before wiping his bloody hands on the leader’s uniform. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale light over the blood-soaked ground. Ariston stood amidst the carnage, his red eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. He threw his head back and let out a powerful howl that echoed through the forest.

"Don't show me your arrogance, I'm not a fool who would believe your big mouth. The world leaders are not afraid of you, but they consider you a person not worth looking at!" Gama's sarcastic words angered leader Aristo. "How dare you say this to me, don't you know who I am? I am Aristo, the strongest gangster in the city of E'Ador. It's wrong that you dare to underestimate me!" "And you don't know who I am either. Mr. Aristo. The strongest Featherston family fortune in E'Ador city and the world, I have everything you have, even far above your strength and abilities. With all that, I can destroy you, starting with him!"

He gave the gun to my men and once I was satisfied they had nothing on them, I began speaking, “So, your names are?” The obvious master–planner had hurriedly answered. He was too dumb for my liking. He could already sense danger. He could see the dangers, yet, he continued acting dumb. Obviously, their motto would be: “No matter what, act dumb and honest to earn his trust.” Dumb fools! “I am Alessandro Russo and he is,” he placed his hand on the shoulder of the man sitting beside him, “Ricci Esposito.” I nodded my head as my men handed their guns to me. I could feel their gaze dropping as they watched intently the gun sitting on my thigh. When I looked at them, it was obvious Alessandro just

He stepped around Leonardo, so deliberately it was almost like he was taunting him, and held out his hand. “Russo Alonso.” “Arya Mig….er Marcello.” She refused to take his hand and Leonardo gloated in pride. “That’s my girl”, he thought to himself. After a few awkward seconds of silence, Russo dropped his hands. “So about this guy, what exactly is your end game plan?”, he asked Leonardo, going straight to business. “You will do what you do best till he breaks. But I want it to be slow and painful until he breaks”, Leonardo said.

I had a family. But I was replaced. And like a fool, I lived by Timoteo's side for 12 years, risking my life for him and even surrendering my heart. Asterio continued, "I knew all along that you were the true heiress to the Bellucci family. I also knew there would be an attack on the Panno family territory today, but I didn't tell you, nor did I give you time to prepare. "Timoteo kept you too well-protected, and you… you were far too loyal to him. If you hadn't seen his heartlessness with your own eyes, you would never have believed me, even if I told you the truth.

Vespera tapped a button on the treadmill to reset the machine as it started moving beneath her feet, Cassius took over the empty one beside her as they started running, silently, Cassius hyper focused on the mirror in front of him. As Vespera ran, her eyes occasionally drifted to Cassius, the tightness of his abs in that active wear, the indifference in his eyes as he concentrated on his work out, his oh so perfectly shaped face, the sharpness of his jaw, the way his hair firmly bounced as he ran on the treadmill. Cassius was perfect in every way a man should, and the cherry on top was that he was rich and powerful.

Without a response, he walked into his Study and poured himself a glass of whisky. Taking a sip, his mind raced back to things that happened that evening. The meeting with the Russians... He had invited them over to discuss their territory and they stupidly conformed not knowing they were walking into his deadly trap. That was one thing about Sergio. Like a hunter, he carefully sets a trap for his enemies, his prey. And then he lured them and waited patiently for them to fall into it. Alfonso had played his part well. He didn't have to say many words before the men poured out their venom. They were blinded by rage and didn't stop to survey their environment. If they did, they would've discov

I told him gripping tighter. We stopped in front of the huge fire eating up the trees covering the large tract. The fire bringing such a huge distraction looked like it’s speaking death to anyone who’s gonna run though it but I can’t feel it’s heat. Angelo walked in it like a god of fire. It doesn’t even touch his skin as he calmly walked on it. He stopped to look at me, offering his hand. The fire’s light made Angelo look different. It is reflected to his eyes making it look like burning too.

The only possible thing he thought about was that Rafael had betrayed them, but turns out that too might not be true as nothing had come out of Rafael and Marco believes his brother even if he would rather not show it. ***** As Antonio sat there, he remembered Dushanbe Kazakov, the man known as “The Ghost.” Dushanbe had been I Signori Della Notte's most valuable asset in Los Angeles until his arrest. He had connections, knowledge, and of course, plenty of contacts everywhere. If anyone could help Antonio reach the inside of their rival, it might just be Dushanbe.

The silence that followed felt heavier than the earlier conversation. “Guapo has no sense of balance,” I said quietly. “He wants results without considering consequences.” “He wants control,” Gustavo muttered. “Even when he has no right to it.” “Being the eldest does not make him wiser.” Gustavo gave a small nod. “It does not give him the right to double cross us either.” “That is exactly what he did,” I said. “Again.” Gustavo looked at the trees below, frustration burning through his eyes. “He promised he would let us handle it. He promised he would stay calm. But he cannot help himself.”