Bruno Bucciarati Novels & Stories

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Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

I was so glad that only Luca, and not Alessandro was the one taking me home. I really didn't like that guy. He was scary and looked like a cannibal. I kept thinking he’d rip out a part of my skin and chomp on it in front of my eyes. " Ti sei divertito , giglio?" Luca asked as I strapped myself in the passenger seat of his Bugarti. (Did you have fun, lily?)

Where Romano is a tiger, his power on full display, this man is a hawk – cool, precise, and patient, but just as lethal. Don Bonetti, I know, instantly. It’s not hard to figure out. “Sir, I know it’s her,” the man called Bruno says, stepping forward a little to defend himself. Bonetti rolls his eyes a little, straightening and looking Bruno in the face. “Still,” he says, soft and slow, “it won’t do any harm to fact check a bit. Just to make sure your memory serves. A little…interrogation will do that just fine.”

The sharp ring of Bruno’s phone split through the quiet office like a blade. He shifted his gaze from the glowing system monitor to the vibrating device. On the screen, a single name flashed. “The Balancer.” With a measured breath, he pressed the call. “Hello, boss of all bosses,” came Alarico’s voice, thick with forced cheer. “Hello, Alari.” Bruno’s tone was calm, smooth, but underlined with an authority that left no room for pretenses. “Is the money ready for shipment?”

Dante: “The fucking bastard bought Mikhail’s shares, and had him as his CEO, or in other words, puppet; that means, that we are now partners with Giovanni and Mattia, while working with a puppet of the two bastards” Leonardo said, handing me the file that just arrived “and it doesn’t seem like Mikhail would withdraw on any of his shares now that he has Giovanni by his side” “The man is sick” I said, watching as Aurora sat down to look at the two of us.

“One of the servers we cracked was tied to an account traced back to New York. Someone’s still feeding intel to her network. A cleanup crew.” Camilla stepped forward. “Who?” Luca hesitated. “We don’t have a name. Just a codename: Specter.” The word hit the room like a gunshot. Riccardo’s expression darkened. “Specter was Bruno’s phantom handler. We never caught him. Thought he died in that Milan raid.” Camilla’s voice was cold. “He didn’t.” Marco stepped up. “Give me an hour. I’ll find him.” Riccardo shook his head. “No. This isn’t a mission for muscle.”

she muttered but the way the sound came out from her mouth made Archie to look at her more, but removed his gaze after a moment. After reaching the highest floor, with a 'ding' they left the elevator into a suite, inside the suite, a young man was standing near the window looking down the city, the resemblance between him and Emma was so huge, the differences was his taller frame, angular face with sharp jawline, ripped irresistible body, with intimidating vibe, he was so breathtaking that one might forgot himself when looking at him, he's Emma's senior and only brother, Bruno, the owner of Martinez Corporation that was only second to Cillian's corporation.

For reasons I couldn’t explain, my stomach tightened the moment I saw him. “Cristiano, meet my brothers — Matteo Rinaldi and Marco Caruso,” Luca introduced. The man stretched out his hand toward me. “Cristiano Romano. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” I shook his hand and offered a wry smile. He greeted Marco as well. “I met Cristiano at a roulette table nearby,” Luca continued. “He owns a daycare academy and needs properties in the eastern part of Italy to expand his school. And who owns properties everywhere, if not you, brother?”

It meant someone would end up paying the price. Bruno took a deep breath. “I’m serious, Alessandro. Control yourself.” My jaw tightened. “Don’t do anything impulsive.” I released a small breath. “I’ve never been impulsive.” Bruno stared at me intensely. “Exactly.” He stepped closer. “You’ve always been observant. Cold. Calculating.” Silence. “Don’t ruin that now.” My gaze hardened. “I won’t ruin anything.” Bruno hesitated. Then he said, more quietly: