Buccellati Bruno Novels & Stories

He’d inherited his father’s gray-blue Moretti eyes and my Irish blonde. He was in a deep charcoal Brioni, same cut, same color as Adrian’s that night. There was a scar on the inside of his left ring finger, same place as Adrian’s. Both of them from falling off a horse as kids. On his left wrist was the Patek Philippe 5711 Francesco had passed to Adrian, and Adrian had passed to him. The moment he walked in, every Don, every Consigliere, every Underboss on the East Coast stood up.

And all those hungry customers give an ear-full even if I'm a minute late. Bruno is the second son of Madam Serena, he's a nice guy, Tall, A cool tanned colored skin, Short black hair which he Never combs, and tattoos all over his chest like he was In a gang before now, and I think he's over thirty-eight this year.

CHAPTER 14 "Boss, we successfully acquired the first piece of the Antique as you requested," Di'Carlo said walking into Bruno's dimly lit office at the Club. "Any challenges?" Bruno asked as Di'Carlo placed the parcel, a big black box on his table for assessment. "Not at the auction, Boss. Ryan and Antonio confirmed with the Auction Manager that this is indeed an Original piece, but the only problem is that it is a twin set" Di'Carlo replied.

Katniss teased with a smirk. “This is a Puccini Bracelet made with real gold. The jewels are real too. It’s a highly expensive jewelry. Your friends would forever be jealous.” Katniss explained smugly and winked as the lady marveled at the piece of jewelry. Clara then picked it up and examined it keenly with a beaming smile. “So?...” Katniss said and leaned against the countertop with a sly smile and Clara paused her marvels and looked at her then Katniss flashed her brows at her.

“How about this?” “Yeah, it makes your eyes pop out. I was talking about Bruna.” “She’s jealous of you, babe. Maybe that’s the reason why she’s mean to you. Or she’s just a bitch. And no, she’s not my best friend.” After we paid for our items, we moved to another stall. The handmade lace, which they called Bizzilla, was stunning with unique designs. “I don’t even know what to give to Spade. I mean, what can’t he afford to buy?”

I finished with an air of Finality. I didn't look Gina in the eye, but through the side of my eye, I just saw her nod her head. I couldn't tell what the nod meant, or how to take it either, but I could only but hope that my reply sat well with her. “Fabri, I've got some Intel on the nice bids for tonight. Wanna trade it in for something?” Bruno Bianchi, a made Man of the Bonanno Family whispered to my hearing. Bruno Bianchi was a popular name in the Big Apple, but as the old saying goes, “some dust could be raised, but the void of it's potency can never be erased.”

he corrected with a sharp tone. "I'm sorry," she said quickly, bowing before turning to me again. "Ma'am, we have several brands. Versace, Gucci, Dior and more. Even limited pieces from Dolce & Gabbana Alta Moda." "Designers?" I snapped my head toward Luciano. "She's talking about designers." "Okay?" "I mean." I pursed my lips. "It's nothing. Forget it." The attendant continued. "We also have handcrafted couture from emerging Italian houses—pieces designed for private clients only. Then—"

And here the famous saying falls- looks can be deceptive. “Your men didn’t really tell me exactly what were you looking forward. So I brought the finest and the latest versions. Until I show you there will be no launching.” The arm dealer, Bruno spoke in his cheesy tone to impress the mafia don who was sitting across the centre table in his all power and glory. The man didn’t utter a word but his mere posture was enough to make people bow before him. “Sample?” Bruno glances at the man standing behind the boss, his right hand commander, Dante who asked for the samples.

“There’s an Auction coming. Bigger than any they’ve run before. Word is, they’re selling… not just girls. Not just flesh. They’re selling special items. Dangerous items. Artifacts, drugs, weapons you don’t see on the street.” My chest tightened. I kept my face neutral. “When?” “Soon,” he whispered. “Soon enough you’ll feel it. Everyone will. I thought… you’d want to know first.” I gave him a small nod. That was enough. He stepped back, shoulders straighter than when he approached. The men swallowed him again, but his words burned in my mind. Before I could think longer, a new voice broke through the noise. “Bosses.” Bruno. Our second-in-command. Broad-shouldered, scarred down his jaw, eyes s

A breadcrumb left behind by whoever had silenced Nurse Irene. “I don’t know who you belong to,” I whispered to the charm, my voice small but fierce, “but you’re going to tell me.” I pulled out my phone, snapped a clear picture, and ran an image search. My thumb trembled as I scrolled through the results. And then it appeared… right there on the screen: Custom Silver Charm Bracelet — Designed by Violette & Co. Jewelers. Exclusive line. Personalized orders only. My stomach tightened. Personalized.