Bruno X Abbacchio Novels & Stories

Sitting at a table with Kyle, Steve, Suzie, and Grayson I cannot stop myself from staring at Alpha Zac as he addresses the pack. I thought Grayson was delicious-looking, but fuck he was just a snack compared to Alpha Zac. He is built like a sex god. He was at least a foot taller than me, with chocolate brown hair that was perfectly tousled. Longer on the top, short on the sides. Piercing blue eyes, the same color as the rivers around us. A slight bit of scruff was neatly outlined on his sharp jawline. I could see every budging muscle under his dress shirt. Corded forearms were showing as his sleeves were rolled back.

Marco »»»◈««« "Lilianna Sofia Bruno, twenty-three years old, daughter of Sanrino Bruno," Alessandro said, his voice steady as he gave me the background check on Lilianna and her brothers. "She attended a prestigious high school in Miami before her father forcibly relocated her back to Naples. During her time in the US, she lived with her brother Samuele and her half-brother Grabriele, along with Emilio Bruno, their Uncle."

Bruno admitted. "Why should I be? You always manage to get yourself into these situations. Your sex addiction has caused me not one problem, but several, and you're starting to test my patience." "I'm working on it and—" Bruno was interrupted again. "You're not working on it by fleeing the country! Do you think you can solve things while hiding in my attic in France? Whose wife is it? Give me a name." "It's Salvatore Bagarella's wife." "Are you telling me you slept with the wife of the Italian mafia boss?" Bruno let out a long sigh. Despite not regretting his encounter with her, he knew it had consequences.

That damn harpy had made them all suffer. The brothers had been very close since childhood until Bruno left for Italy to pursue a master's degree in bioclimatic architecture. Dante stayed in New York to finish his own architecture degree. Their father, Rene Leone, was a famous architect recognized in the country. Bruno decided to use his mother's last name, Vitelli, as he wanted to make his own way. Dante, on the other hand, used his father's last name, knowing it would open doors for him in the world of architecture.

Marcelo questions, raising a challenge. "Bruno? Who's Bruno?" Regina pretends not to recall the guy from Parati. She takes a deep breath and looks at her son with disdain. "Ah, right, the bike guy..." "Cyclist. Bruno is a cyclist," Marcelo corrects calmly. "And yes, if she chooses him, will you accept it?" "Do you really think your sister would trade the heir of the Albuquerque family for a guy who can barely support himself?" "You don't know that," Marcelo asserts. "You have no idea about Bruno's financial situation, so you can't judge him."

what are you two doing here I mean this place is nothing office related" He asked Bruno with a mocking grin But Bruno simply ignored him Just then stacy screamed in high pitch tone "Oh my!!!,I knew it" We all turned to her confused "I said it ,you looked like someone,you are .. Bruno Hathaway,the young billionaire and heart stealer,my favorite fashion idol,oh my!!!,I am following you on all social media platforms,I love you Soo much ,am a huuuuge fan,oh my gosh!!" "Can you lower your voice please"Andre snapped angrily at her

“Let him feel the same what he makes you feel, shouldn’t he? He deserves it!” “Yes, he deserves it. Scumbag!” Blue mutters as well. “Just look at him. He looks pissed off!” Jeremy laughs and dominated by the curiosity jumping inside me, I steal a glance at Dante who is glaring at us. I sigh, finally not minding Jeremy’s deed. Being stupid friends of mine, I know they do not like the people who has hurt me once. Dante Rocco is one of them.

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 a bit calm, although fear still settled at the bottom of my stomach. “Yes.” He pulled out his phone and showed me a photo. “His name is Bruno,” my jaw dropped. I have never seen a man this handsome. Sharp jaws and brown eyes perfectly matched his brown hair. Plumb lips and a tattoo peeked out from his chest as he left two buttons undone.

"Thank you for your trust. We need to act quickly. Internal Affairs won't stop until they've silenced me and covered up Bruno's tracks." With every passing day, Isabella, Luca, and Detective Ben meticulously gathered evidence, connecting the dots of Bruno's empire. They discovered influential figures entangled in a web of corruption, enabling Bruno to operate with impunity. The more they uncovered, the clearer it became that the city's entire power structure was at stake.