Buccellati Bruno Novels & Stories

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—"

“Mhm…” Bruno simply nodded and then walked over to Kaze, leaving Master Quint and the others stunned. He then said respectfully, “Mr. Lee, the furniture you bought from Brock is here.” He then signaled his men to unload the furniture into the house. “Be careful! The rosewood table alone is worth ten million! Don’t scratch it!” Bruno ordered his men around and even helped to move some of the lighter pieces. “That set of study alone is ten million, and there are so many more!”

But before he could speak, before I could fire— Bruno’s phone rang. He looked at the screen. Frowned. “It’s… it’s an unknown number, boss.” “Don’t answer it.” But the phone kept ringing. Something in my gut twisted. “Answer it,” I said. Bruno put it on speaker. Silence. Then a voice. Male. Accented. Amused. “Enzo Santini. I was wondering when you’d catch up to my decoys.” Decoys. The word hit like a hammer. “Who is this?”

“He asked me to meet him tonight... at this location.” Sir Bruno’s eyes narrowed as he snatched the card from my hand. He studied it for a moment before signaling his men to verify it. Moments later, one of them returned. “It’s legit, sir. One of the Bellarico’s private residences out of town,” the man confirmed. Sir Bruno’s dark mood instantly shifted to one of triumph. He laughed loudly, as he loosened his grip on me. “I knew this pretty face wouldn’t fail me,” he said, patting my head roughly.

“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

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