Bruno Bucciarati Novels & Stories

We stood together, recognizing that the unfortunate incident had weakened the leadership of the Ferrari pack, leaving them vulnerable to the strategies of those with a more calculated mindset. Just as I was about to leave, ready to put my plans into action, Bruno's voice cut through the air, demanding my attention. "Salvatore, stop toying with my toys," he said, his tone carrying a mix of warning and veiled threat. I immediately understood what he meant. Bruno had seen through my calculated interactions with Sofia, realizing that she held the key to uncovering the secrets of the Ferrari pack. The revelation startled me, reminding me of the depth of his intelligence network. Annoyance briefly

“There’s something I didn’t tell you last night.” Aria’s spine straightened. Luciano reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a thin manila folder. Inside—two photographs, both grainy surveillance shots of a man with sharp eyes and a serpent tattoo curling down his throat. He slid them toward her. “Who is he?” she asked, frowning. Luciano’s jaw tightened. “His name is Damian Carrera. Head of the Bravik Cartel. A ghost from my father’s era. He’s been off the map for a decade. Until recently.”

"How come you're here today? why didn't you say anything about coming to the anniversary too?" "To surprise you. You don't like surprises?" He smirks at me. I blushed. Not wanting to feel melted by his charms, I frown at him. "You scared the hell out of me, Mio Caro!" "Although Lucca Armani is the youngest son of the Armani family, he still has connections outside of Italy and he wants to collaborate with Signorino and Diego, but Signorino is doing it for Diego's sake to secure his future. " Alessandro says.

He didn't ask why and how because it was his duty to fulfill Alpha Darren's request without curiosity. “What is it?” asked Alpha Darren when he saw that Cedric had not yet left. “Do you think the bomber is the same person as the owner of the car you're looking for?” “I don't think so. They seem to be different,” Alpha Darren said. “About that bomber, make sure to catch him too and hide him while I decide what punishment is appropriate for him.”

"The b-aby. He hit the baby." He propped my back against the wall, returning to the guard. "I gave Marcus instructions... Didn't he give them to you?" The guard's gaze dropped from Nikolai to me. "Isn't she a first grade criminal?" Nikolai's claws bared without hesitation, and in an instant warm blood splattered across my face. I rose my gaze up to meet his. The guard's eyes had a look of horror in them, and the space where his throat should have been was empty.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Bruno felt his scalp tingling and his heart racing. He silently prayed, 'By the gods, this has to be a dream! His Ladyship is actually bowing to me, showing me respect?! I'm old... My heart can't take this!' Patrick immediately beamed when he saw Amber, and he said to Bruno, "Sir Severn, my beloved Amber studied Economics and Trade, and she has extensive experience in corporate management. Regarding our collaboration..." Bruno had been in business for decades and instantly knew what Patrick meant. He swiftly said, "Of course! That's absolutely no problem!"

GIOVANNI “It’s quite pleasing to see the turnout for this event, don’t you think, Mr. Enrico?” This came from André Cassini, the host of this event and the head of the Cassini Mafia family. He was a tall, greedy man with thinning gray hair and spoke with a thin voice that grated on my nerves. If he wasn't already my enemy from holding onto a territory I wanted, his voice alone was enough to put him on my wrong side.

I asked with a bit of humor to try and make him smile since it looked like he could use a smile for himself. He smiled and nodded his head. "I suppose it would help you out here. I don't need anyone too serious dear. Just need someone who's willing to do work but you will never be alone with a patient for your own safety and protection." "I understand, One of your guards named Martin said he would be willing to protect me." "Ah yes him, he is our best guard." Mr. Baxter spoke with a bit of a smirk.

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.