Bruno Bucciarati Novels & Stories

I arched my eyebrow for more elaboration on them. “We used to go to the business school together in this country before he went back to Norway and I went back to help my brother. He’s the highest paid cosmetologist in Italy. You might know him. he’s famous around Europe as well. his name is Antonio Romano,” she said before I shook my head.

She explained what he looked like and honestly the description matched him to a T except for the bag she said he was carrying on his back. “ I know who he is, can you describe the bag he had??” Asking this I hear growling from the background from my grandpa. “ hey can you put grandpa on the phone?” Hearing a ruffling sound “ hello?” “ Why didn’t you help him?” “ He stunk of this man that attacked your father years ago way before he met your mother, he got away but not before your father ripped off his left arm. Luca was only 17 at the time so I wasn’t too angry that he got away. He never showed his face after that so I never pressured him into tracking him down and finishing the job.” He gru

They could not approach him as they were stopped by his men. It just took a mere second to show them who he is. But he doesn't want to create any scene in the presence of normal citizens. He is Brandon Rodriguez, one of the top business tycoons of Italy. He has mentioned his name in many fields like in the hotel business, contraction and chemical factories. Now his new target is getting into the casino business. That's why he's here today. But he has another personality too. He's Bratt. He was the leader of the Most dangerous Mafia group of Italy "

Once that weapon was secured, Zaramanni scuffled towards the near end of the huge bath. “Easy now,” said the man as he saw that Zara was prepared to hit him if he made a wrong move. He stopped walking and said, “I am Zoey, Beta of The Crown Blood Pack and present owner of this manor.” “Oh.” His introduction made Zara relax a bit but she was still worried about his presence while she was still naked and deeply immersed in a pool of water. King Darren already had his share of looking at her nude bust, it would be more embarrassing if someone else got the same experience.

Outside, a young man with a cold face and a white shirt was standing by a Rolls Royce not far from the tarmac, waiting for them. The man saw the visitor and immediately stepped forward to meet him. "Mr Munoz.” Sebastian nodded curtly at him. Then he held Andrea’s hand and walked towards the car, Sofia directly sat in the passenger side. Andrea glanced at the man with some suspicion, raised an eyebrow at Sebastian and asked, "He is?" Sebastian caressed her hair and smiled, “This is Bruno’s brother, Franco, who is in charge of the daily management of the branch over here." Andrea nodded, no wonder!

“ My name is Fabrizo Antonelli. I am here because you are my future grandson-in-law.” I couldn’t get past Fabrizo Antonelli to hear the rest. He’s Fabrizo Antonelli as in Fabrizo ‘ The Knife’ Antonelli? The infamous mafia boss and owner of Antonell Enterprises and business tycoon who was a multi-billionaire. What was he doing here and in my office of all places?

He's got the Grecos and Morettis by his side. Mario Greco owns the largest shipping company in the country and is said to have ties with the Russians. If you want to get anything illegal in or out of the country, he's your guy. He has connections everywhere and never gets caught. Ever. Roberto Moretti on the other hand is just ridiculously rich. No one knows where or how he got his money. He just showed up out of thin air and made a name for himself by siding with the De Lucas. See that right there is a balanced sheet. So where does Schiavone fit you ask?

His voice was stern, cutting through the air with an accusing tone. Confusion clouded my mind. "Who are you talking about?" I asked, hoping to clarify the situation, but he seemed to ignore my question. "You might be in the wrong room, sir," I said calmly, trying to maintain composure despite the tension in the air. "Harvey Knight, Aria is my daughter. I am Rocco Marino," he declared, his words hitting me like a thunderbolt. Rocco Marino—the notorious mafia boss and one of the wealthiest CEOs in the business world. His nickname, "The Rock," resonated with fear and respect in the underworld.

His black hair cascaded down his shoulders, his eyes were icy and calculated, and there was a cruel smirk playing at his lips as he looked at the pair. “Ah, the lovebirds reunited,” he said, his voice smooth and mocking. “Touching.” Neither Serena nor Alexandro replied. Maeron approached Alexandro and studied him. “You’re stronger than I expected,” he said thoughtfully. “Even under silver. Remarkable.” “Let me out, and I’ll show you what remarkable really means,” Alexandro growled. Maeron chuckled. “I’m sure you would. But you’re too valuable to waste in a direct fight.”

“But Benedetto left debt. Substantial. Most of it tied to the business. Some are under my name. I came here… not to beg. Just to speak. To ask.” “Ask what?” Vittorio said. “For money?” “I’m not asking for your money. I’m asking for your accountability. You all knew about his spending. About the accounts in France. The gambling. I thought… maybe… you’d want to protect your family name. Or at least the child.” Lucia stood up. “Oh, Montana,” she said. “You married a Rossi. You didn’t become one.” The words slapped harder than I expected. She walked toward me slowly, heels silent on the marble. “You should’ve left when you had the chance. Instead you stayed. Played nurse. Wore the widow’s veil.