Bruno Bucciarati Novels & Stories

I sat with that for a long time. Marco sat across from me with the research assembled in front of him and watched me process it with the patient attention of a man who had learned when to speak and when to wait. "The current claim," I said. "Who holds it." "A grandson," Marco said. "Luca Ferrante. Late thirties. He runs legitimate businesses — construction, property development. Nothing connected to our world. He appears to have spent a significant amount of time and money locating and verifying the original documentation."

The masked man continued talking gibberish ‘You have one month to surrender your wife willingly Romano, or it will be a war that would end in both your deaths’ His distorted voice ended and the video went black. That was it? I wanted to laugh. A war I won’t win? They clearly had no fùcking idea. I am Romano Cappellucci. War is my middle name, it seems like I've been too quiet these days. It's time to rain a little havoc on some roaches. I shut the laptop with a snap and reached for my phone dialing my trusted friend. “Romano,” Fabiano’s voice answered on the second ring. Fabiano and Alberto were the only people I could call my friends, they were the people I could trust. Alberto was good at

He gave her a kiss and she sauntered out of the office while Bruno immediately dropped a document on the table. “A new competitor is coming to town boss” “What do you mean?” Nathan was not sure what he was trying to say. “Boss” Beverly rushed into the office with an expressionless look on her face, “I think we might have a problem” After that, she picked up the remote and switched on the television, there someone was having an interview on live television. “Who is that?” The big boss inquired. “I did a little research on him” Bruno began to speak up, “he is Xavier Weber, a former channel model in Luxembourg and now he is bringing the B-clothing brand into America”

"I apologize for not being good company, Mr. Cirpriani." The other hummed, lifting his cup. "I know all about bones, dearest Viktor." "Though I think yours is from fucking your boytoy into the mattress, isn't it?" Viktor's breath hitched. "Mr. Cirpriani—" "Call me Bruno," the other interrupted. He tilted his head innocently. "We're friends, aren't we?" "O-Of course." Viktor nodded hesitantly. "Bruno, if this is about the failed merger between Borrelli industries and Donovan Enterprises," he swallowed, looking at the table.

“It is for Alpha Arturo, I…” “Get one of the wine bottles, Alana, and fill this with water.” He said, looking at the woman over his shoulder again before he turned his attention to me. The maid left us alone before the man extended his hand to me, making me frown in confusion. “I am Lorenzo, Alpha Arturo’s second beta, I don’t think that I have introduced myself to you.” “I beg your pardon?” I asked, voicing out my confusion. The man was just giving me a warning and now he was introducing himself to me? That was not something that I understood.

" Maximo Santino is dead, you see it? " " We shouldn't jubilate yet Mattia. Just get the package and get done with the Italian underboss as well. He shouldn't be trusted. For a man who could betray his boss, he might so worse for you too " " You bet " Mattia disconnected at once and walk out of the conference hall and into his car which has been waiting with his chauffeur. Mattia brought out another cellphone and dialed Marco's number. The underboss picked after the second ring . " Hi Marco. You should probably put on your TV "

I didn’t even know the man personally, and yet, here I was, dreading even meeting him. “But there is something that you are going to need to know if you are to be an ally, Donatello.” Alessandro said, looking out the window as the plane touched the ground. My heart raced, and I watched as my mate stood on his feet, hanging up before the door opened. The fact that the pilot didn’t even taxi, and I knew that it was because of the men who were waiting for him. A man entered, the scar on his face was one that made my stomach churn. His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake.

But before he could speak, before I could fire— Bruno’s phone rang. He looked at the screen. Frowned. “It’s… it’s an unknown number, boss.” “Don’t answer it.” But the phone kept ringing. Something in my gut twisted. “Answer it,” I said. Bruno put it on speaker. Silence. Then a voice. Male. Accented. Amused. “Enzo Santini. I was wondering when you’d catch up to my decoys.” Decoys. The word hit like a hammer. “Who is this?”

He spunned back to face her with his face lit with excitement “You mean two though, Roman and Henry” she corrected him “Oh I didn’t forget about Henry, he isn’t just quiet perfect yet. He escaped before I could even perfect the work on him, and soon his body will fight too. That’s if it hasn’t already started” Bernard said arrogantly “But roman, Roman is the key to creating what I want! How could I have missed this?” He snapped his fingers “But you do remember that he’s dead right? He didn’t survive when your lab went down” Lorraine said

If he chose not to help me, not even with encouragement, why would I have any kind of consideration for that same person? "Why the serious expression?" one of my teammates asked, approaching me while holding a champagne glass. I merely smiled, but there was no real joy in that smile, and Bruno Garcia noticed it immediately. "Don't tell me you visited your father in Seattle again," he said, knowing me well. Bruno was Brazilian and in his first year of Formula One, it was his rookie year. We were the drivers of a highly successful team, which was a great advantage in any driver's career. Despite that, our friendship was instant, and on a celebration night after his first podium, I ended up sha