Camilo X Bruno Novels & Stories

“This one’s almost done. The big one, Bruno, he’ll crush the kid. No one bets on the skinny bastard.” I leaned forward, eyes narrowing as I studied the young fighter’s footwork, quick and precise. “You’re wrong, caro,” I said, voice sharp. “The kid’s got fight in him. He’ll win.” Henri laughed, shaking his head. “You’re dreaming, Catalina. Bruno’s a machine.” Dante’s low chuckle rumbled beside me, his hand squeezing my thigh. “Care to bet, Henri?” Below, the fight turned brutal. Bruno charged, a bellowing bull, slamming a fist into the kid’s ribs, sending him staggering into the cage.

“Fine.” “Thanks big bro, I love you!” “The feelings aren't mutual.” Rosella smirked. “If I was Cam Cam over here, what would you give as your response? Huh?” Leonardo immediately coughed and so did Camila. “I have to go.” “I have to go.” The duo spoke at the same time and Rosella immediately bursted into a fit of laughter. “Ah yes, you both are excused, haha.” The Following Day.. Camila Vincento

Bruno nodded in acquiescence, his loyalty to Alejandro unwavering. Alejandro strode away, leaving Bruno to handle Sally. He checked his wristwatch and noted that it was half past nine in the evening. With the newfound information, he felt confident that he and his twin brother were one step closer to fulfilling their longstanding vow: the assassination of Salvador Morello, their most formidable adversary.

Camilo said as he walked onto the back patio. His eyes were alight in the afternoon sun. His lips turned up in a smile. When he saw me laughing, he rolled his eyes but his smile grew wider. "Please, no! They are going to fucking shoot themselves at this rate! Get someone else to clean the guns. Fucking hell, I'll do it myself, just don't send them to clean them!" Brandon pleaded. Somehow this sparked even more laughter in me and Rafael. Sent both of us spiraling deeper into our fit. Camilo only gave us a side glance and sighed. Shoved his hands into his pockets.

They've been friends since their college days back in New York, although they separated when they went their separate ways and met a few years later in Paris “Why don't you worry about your reputation, isn't it enough that your divorce is causing an uproar,” Ricardo suggested, he didn't even know why he decided to use Camilo for his work. But he had to say, Camillo was quite an influential man, his father was well known. His father was Mexican while his mother was French, Camillo was the only child; hence they spoiled him from birth. He was an artist, although Ricardo found his work quite inappropriate “She's beautiful, you hit the jackpot… I asked Gaston to look her up, she's everything you

Helena asks nervously, pulling Marcelo's arm. "Finding you a suitor, sis," he responds with a smile. "Marcelo!" the lady seated next to him scolds, tugging at his shirt in vain. "Please, don't do this to your sister." "What's your name?" Marcelo asks. "Bruno." "Do you want to be someone's boyfriend for a 'happy birthday'?" Marcelo asks Bruno. "I accept." Bruno surprises everyone at the table with his response.

Why did Bruno even say they are engaged when it isn't even true. "Bruno."He looked at her."I need to talk to you.Now."She stood and he did too. "Everyone!"Camille said,clinging her glass with a fork."Can I get your attention please."Surely she wasn't about to do what Sage thinks she is,she met Bruno's eyes. "Camille.Don't."He warned,but it fell on deaf ears.

The cool breeze soothing him. " Boss, Boss? " Camilla the wife of Aldo called from behind Maximo who was busy puffing out from his cigarette. " It's ready. All we would be needing for the funeral. We can move out tomorrow per your order now " " It looks like it will rain anytime soon. Good job Camilla. Will you be Kind enough to call upon your husband for me? " " Sure boss " The lady walk away and later Aldo appears before the Italian Mafia Boss.

" 'Bingo!' I think 'Aninka is there, in that big and well guarded house. My effort is not in vain.' Camilo takes Esteban by one of his arms again to help him walk, but before he can take even three more steps and take the end of the show for granted, he brings it to a close with a flourish. Throwing up the shoes of Camilo, who holds back a scream of anger but unloads blaspheming everywhere, of course in a moderate tone. At that moment I got something more than Esteban's secret entrance.

Who could have predicted that Enzo and Bruno were acquainted with Sebastian? Even more surprising was Bruno's willingness to stand up for Sebastian. Bruno could crush him like an insect if he wanted to. "Mr. Kantz, Marquess Romano, I-I was wrong, but he made me do it," Cameron stammered and pointed at the frightened Trevor.