Novelas y relatos de Bruno Bucciarati

JILLIAN “Who is Carina?” The doctor asked leaning a bit closer. “She is my proof,” I answered confidently. The doctor took his laptop of the bag he has with him and typed things on it. “What is her surname?” I realized I don’t know that I can’t answer. My stepmom’s smirk made me grin. “Suero,” Angelo whispered. “Suero,” I said smirking back to my stepmom. The doctor continued doing whatever he is doing and turn the laptop to me. There are arrays of pictures of woman with the same name on the screen. It’s an online site with tons of users. I pointed at her picture, so the doctor clicked on it.

Romero added. "What about the branding?" I asked. Vic nods and pulled up a picture of a branded skin. It was Luca Romano. The man who used to be the head of the Romano Mafia. After the last time that we retaliated against them, Luca was left heavily wounded. We never confirmed his death and he never showed up afterward either. My breath hitched as I realized that it was the same as Luke's. Luca Romano was the heir before his father. Romero looked over at me with concern in his eyes.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

“You’re just as brash as I remember.” “What is she talking about?” Renata asked, finally calmer than earlier. “A toast.” Giovanni held his glass up. “To Giuliano. I hope you live out the rest of your years in the paradise you’ve so yearned for. Thank you for being a trusted and loving brother all these years. To Giuliano.” “To Giuliano,” Domenico and I spoke before taking a drink. “Who is becoming the underboss?” Antonio asked, finally listening to the words being spoken.

Massimo's POV Markus left with that stupid victorious smile still stuck on his face, and the silence that followed him was loud enough to choke me. I stood there alone, one hand around my whiskey glass, swirling the amber liquid in slow circles. The ice clinked softly, mocking me. I stared at the smooth swirl like it held answers, like it could explain why the hell I—Massimo De Luca—had let a foolish, reckless girl stay in my home. It shouldn’t matter. It should not concern me if Pablo wanted her.

“I think that it would suit him well. A strong name, and it would be one that carries his strength as a leader.” Marcel looked at me. “Leonardo,” he repeated. “Strong,” I whispered. “But thoughtful. A leader who listens before he commands.” Marcel’s jaw tightened slightly, but not in anger. In understanding. “Leonardo,” he agreed, his voice low. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to our son’s forehead. “Leonardo,” he repeated again, like sealing it. “Welcome to the world, little wolf.” Then Aria handed him the second bundle.

A knot of fear twisted in my stomach. I clutched the sides of my seat, my knuckles turning white, as the words from the man seated with Salvatore reached my ears. "That's two hundred and seventy pounds of pure muscle trained for smashing skulls," he chuckled, a sinister laugh echoing in the air, "I've been training him for years for this day." I found myself holding my breath, a silent prayer for Vincenzo echoing in my mind. "Who is that?" I asked Adriano. "That's Sotto DiFato, the one who helped Luciano and betrayed our grandfather so he could get the power over Indianapolis," Adriano clenched his jaw as hatred seeped into his words, "And in the ring is his number one fighter, Bruto."

I told myself to give the right impression. "You're as beautiful as Rocco told us,” One of the brothers commented, and I smiled with enthusiasm. "I'm Adib, the eldest. These are my brothers Haid and Yusuf, and this gentleman is none other than Luciano Basciano, the CEO of the Basciano conglomerate." I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows in surprise. It was impossible that Luc, the guy who came to the town with nothing, claiming to be an orphan, was the mysterious owner.

He wore a Richard Mille on his right wrist and a Rolex on his left, with a glamorous and expensive customized chain, with the word 'DON’ engraved in it, resting on his chest. Don Fabrizio Colpani. He walked slowly but purposefully towards the two Mexican thug heads, with Lucca and the rest of his entourage coming behind him, disregarding Carlos’ and Di Stefano's raised guns. When he stood directly before them, he proceeded to say in a voice that carried authority: “Good evening, hermanos.. I… am Don Fabrizio Colpani.. Head, lord, and master of the Uomini Marrone.”

Marco »»»◈««« "Lilianna Sofia Bruno, twenty-three years old, daughter of Sanrino Bruno," Alessandro said, his voice steady as he gave me the background check on Lilianna and her brothers. "She attended a prestigious high school in Miami before her father forcibly relocated her back to Naples. During her time in the US, she lived with her brother Samuele and her half-brother Grabriele, along with Emilio Bruno, their Uncle."