Bruno X Abbacchio Novels & Stories

“You’re just as brash as I remember.” “What is she talking about?” Renata asked, finally calmer than earlier. “A toast.” Giovanni held his glass up. “To Giuliano. I hope you live out the rest of your years in the paradise you’ve so yearned for. Thank you for being a trusted and loving brother all these years. To Giuliano.” “To Giuliano,” Domenico and I spoke before taking a drink. “Who is becoming the underboss?” Antonio asked, finally listening to the words being spoken.

“You are well aware that neither one of them is human, Donatello, and even Morozov…” “And yet, each one of them almost pissed his pants the second I entered the airport. I don’t even need to mention Alessio running away before I reached the high tower because he knew that if I caught sight of him, he would have not only eaten his dick, but would have been forced to watch me pull it out and cut it.” He said, and I frowned. Alessandro shook his head, finding this kind of conversation normal, and I couldn’t help but frown at the brutality. I didn’t even know the man personally, and yet, here I was, dreading even meeting him.

“There’s this party coming up at work. Everyone’s required to come with a date, and… well, I don’t have one.” I folded my arms. “What about that Jenna girl you told me about? The one who’s obsessed with you?” Bruno groaned dramatically. “No! I told her I already had a girlfriend when she asked me to be her date. That’s why I need you to come with me.” I laughed softly, shaking my head. “You’re unbelievable.” Ever since he got the job, Bruno had kept me updated about everything that happened there….from his mysterious boss, rumored to have Mafia connections, to the overly clingy Jenna who followed him around.

he slammed his glass down, sloshing whiskey across the table, “—isn’t happy. He’s rushing me to rebuild. Says we need to restock. That this drought is making our product lose value.” “Then tell your partner to go kidnap the girls himself,” Bruno said coldly. Marcello scowled. “He doesn’t show his face. Never has. All communication’s through encrypted mail. Calls with voice distortion. I don’t even know his real name. But he funds half the operation.” “Then you’re a fool,” Varrone said, swirling his glass. “You made a deal with a ghost. What if he’s the one who set you up? What if he’s feeding the cops?”

"Veteran, my ass. In Porto Scuro, I'm the law. You came to the Esposito yard asking for justice? I'll end you right here. You think your bones are tough? Let's find out — your skull or my brick." Bruno raised the brick over Marco's head, ready to drive it down. Something inside me snapped. Every wire in my brain went hot. "You're dead." I roared it and went straight at him. Bruno didn't even have time to turn his head. My foot caught him square in the face. Crack. His nose went, clean. He screamed and went over backward, blood pouring out, the brick dropping out of his hand and landing on his own foot. He howled like a stuck pig.

Seeing the Moretti brand on him could skyrocket my sales. “A perfect plan,” I muttered, my fingers flying over the keyboard as I drafted an email. *** Email to Chris Bruno Mars Dear Fashionista Chris Bruno Mars, I hope this message finds you well. My name is Gabriel Moretti, and I am the founder of Moretti Shoes, a brand dedicated to combining elegance, comfort, and innovation in footwear. Your impeccable style and influence in the fashion industry have inspired countless individuals. I believe your unique presence aligns perfectly with the vision and ethos of our brand. It would be an honor to collaborate with you as a brand ambassador, showcasing our latest collections and embodying the es

“This place means so much to the three of us.” “Enough, you big lunatic. Let go before I have to punch that ugly nose of yours!” Marcos growled playfully. “I’ll back off just to get a look at this cutie here,” Bruno said, eyeing me up and down. “You’re hotter than when you left this town, waving at us mortals with that gorgeous ass.” He held back a laugh, teasing Marcos.

His tone ringing with disappointment as he stared at Don Pablo, "Bruno, what are you talking about?" Don Pablo asked, his voice ringing with a touch of confusion, As I stared at Bruno, I could tell he wasn't oblivious to the truth already, "What I'm talking about is what you're aware of, and now, your downfall has come Don Pablo," Bruno answered firmly, his words bearing the weight of his determination as he stared at him, At that instant, I saw Don Pablo's face grew dark, his forehead furrowed tightly as Bruno's words settled in his heart,

"Oh, wow. Here you are! Coming to help your lover, huh?" Bruno lashed out and asked to cover up his fear. When confronted with someone whom he should not be particularly involved with. Leo narrowed his eyes. "who?" "Bernardo! Now he must be as black as charcoal. Ha Ha Ha." Bruno laughed madly, tried to get away from Leo's men's hold but he couldn't. Leonard strode to him and pulled Bruno's collar until he floated off the ground. "Asshole!"

come in "I say my stepbrother Zach steps in his unruly jet black waves come to his eyes which are framed by thick black glasses hiding the true colour of his eyes sometimes they green or blue I am not sure. "Zack Hi "uhmm i just wanted to give you this and say Happy birthday " ah thank you baby brother "he winces as I say that looking down at his shoes he gives me a small matte blue Milton's box I open I see diamonds earrings they look expensive "oh my God Thank you they beautiful "Alison comes up to take a look at them "yeah they pretty you going to make a good boyfriend when you grow up how old are you again sixteen ?" Leave him alone " I stand up I have to stand on the tip my toes to r