Bruno Bucciarati Novels & Stories

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:

Eduardo advanced, grabbing Ignacio tightly. "I'll speak," Ignacio blurted out. "It's Mr. Francesco!" Antonio's eyes narrowed as he pondered the name. "Francesco? You mean the man who sucks up to Buccolini?" Ignacio nodded nervously, "That's the one." Antonio smirked, "Looks like Mr. Francesco isn't just a bootlicker; he's actually trying to bring down Buccolini, am I right?" Ignacio nodded nervously. "So, Francesco is behind all this?" Antonio growled.

Turns out Bruno is currently in Russia taking care of business as Mr Vince explains . “ I’m the mafia “ once more his words echoed through my head. Bruno said he’s the mafia . I’m not supposed to feel this way towards him . For starters he's my stepbrother . He is also associated with the mafia . Bruno is like a forbidden fruit which I am not supposed to taste . But after having a taste of this forbidden fruit . I anticipate more .

The short sleeves on his black t-shirt revealed his old military tattoos. Monroe wasn’t a werewolf, but he was a tough son of a bitch. I met him when I first moved to Toronto. He helped me get into this game, and he was the first person I asked to join my crew. Flint trusted him just as much as I did, and it helped to have a seasoned veteran in the business to keep us prepared and ahead of the game. He claimed that civilian life was enough to drive a man crazy, and after being in the war and seeing death on a daily basis working for mafia bosses was the only thing that kept him from losing it completely.

No heartbeat. Riccardo Romano is gone.

“Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.” The name didn’t ring a bell, though something about it made my wolf stir uneasily. “Mr. D’Amaris,” I said carefully, returning his smile. “And what brings you here? I was told that you were interested in an investment proposal.” “I heard of your plans for a new independent firm,” he said, his gaze sharp but warm enough to disarm. “A bold vision, Luna. I admire that. I’d like to be your first investor, if you’ll have me. Given that I am not from your council, I believe that having something of your own should give you a bit of an advantage.”

The soldier made a choked sound as he put the weighted down cart into gear. Cricket settled more of her weight against me, relaxing her upper body into mine. "So, what's your name?" she asked the driver. He flicked his eyes at me first. I nodded. He cleared his throat. "Amato Amatucci." Cricket turned back to look at me. "How many of you are there?" The driver bit his lip, focused on the tunnel. "Amatuccis are everywhere. Amato's father is one of Papa's younger brothers."

Roberto muttered sipping his drink. “So I got some information about him, he is coming back to town in two days, he is coming back because his daughter is in town. The name of his daughter is Greta Ferrari, just finished college education, and she has a fiancée Matteo Bruno. He is the head of the local mafia in Bologna, very brutal but loves his woman so much.” Vincenzo explained while Roberto stared at him paying rapt attention. “I don’t care who her fiancée is, he is the head of the local mafia so what?” Roberto asked and Vincenzo sighed.

Alessandro and Draco stood there baffled at their childish wife and girlfriend behaviour. They looked at each other and shook hands with no expression on their face. "Hello, I am Draco Blackwood. Welcome to my home." "Hello, Alessandro Williams. Thank you." Sabrina wasn't surprised at his fake surname. He use this surname "Williams" in business world. One of many reasons people recognise him as the CEO and not as "Alessandro Kingston" the mafia leader of California. "Hello, I am Lily Harrison." Lily said as he shook hand with Alessandro. Alessandro passed her the bouquet and she smiled delightfully.

, he said cheerfully. He hopped towards us and that was when I saw his full figure. He was a short man with a plump figure. His skin was evenly tanned and he only had a loincloth firmly tied around his waist as he approached us. I could not imagine why Vincenzo, or anyone at all, would dislike such a man. I had not even met him yet but his countenance excited me. “And Roberta, my Luna”, he said, bowing as he reached us.