Novel & Cerita Carmine Dibiase

Dante, as always, the wise man, kept a cigar tucked at the corner of his mouth. I know it’s serious. Everything’s been a mess since I woke up. Someone’s digging under my empire and I can’t catch that clever rat. "I’ll have it investigated. Thanks for the tip. Keep your men planted... and Dante, talk to Nino. I need him to hack the Vasiliev servers, now. Any supplier info on this drug, anything... whatever he can get!" Dante nodded and stood up to make the call. I blew out a breath, thinking about crashing in the private suite I kept here, but Stephanie’s shadow slid over me as she sat on the armrest.

Carmine comments. “Why is that?” I ask. “Carmine is the current don of the Cosa Nostra and I am his second in command.” Jack says. Well, fuck me. I by no means know everything there is to know about the mafia, but I did do some research once I figured out what Gary was into. However, I knew enough that the Cosa Nostra isn’t one you want to fuck with. I wiggled around to face them, forgetting I was in Dylan’s lap. As I moved, I felt something twitch under me as his hands clamped down on my hips to make me stop moving. I sat there drinking my tea and listening to what they had to tell me. I slid off Dylan’s lap, sat beside him, and drank my tea which did help calm me down.

he smiled and turned to leave. “You know El Diablo, I was told you hardly reject a cool business, and with you doing this, it confirmed my suspicion. No man would have been able to pull that stunt last night, no man would have avoided the camera so much, no man would have kidnapped my daughter without leaving a trace, no man would have killed my men so effortlessly like that, no man would have accepted to that job knowing what I will do, no man would have been so efficient in it, no man would have perform the act so clean like that, no man except the infamous El Diablo.”

For someone to come in and threaten that, she could see why Fabio was on edge. "Have you met him? This Carmine guy?" she asked. Fabio nodded. "Briefly. He’s smooth, charismatic, but there’s something off about him. I’ve heard rumors—nothing concrete—but he’s got a reputation for playing dirty. People say he doesn’t mind bending the rules to get what he wants."

CASPIAN. I didn’t want Carla to dance with that bastard, Leo Monterobio. He was part of the Mafia, working as Marco Rossi’s second in command. A known womaniser and a very dangerous fellow. I didn't want him even an inch close to Carla. Just seeing him sit close to her had my blood boiling. I wanted to gouge his eyes out for staring at her like she was a piece of meat. I wanted to knock his teeth out for smiling at her like he was in a toothpaste ad.

What a lovely day it had turned into for everyone except for a particular mafia boss. The mafia boss let out a muted noise of discontentment. Didn't they have anything interesting to report? Traitors to be made examples of? No people playing in territory that didn't belong to them? Anything would've been better than the financial report his right-hand man continued to drone on about. David's head remained supported by a hand under his chin as he forced himself to continue listening.

“The bastard even refused me entry to my own daughter’s funeral and kept you as far away from me as he could.” I stared down at the plates, wondering how my life might have been different. “I wish you could have gotten to me. Those years were hell.” His gaze locked onto me, his brow furrowed. “I tried. I lost over a dozen men trying, half of them to the man lying in this house.” My eyes widened. “Domenico?” He nodded. “He was younger then, still working his way up. The anger in him…there is good reason they call him la Bestia, mia bella.”

The Italian Branch of the syndicate is managed by Vito Gigante. I slid over to the rules and rituals part. The family is particular about rules and traditions. The code of silence, Omerta, is considered over honor and pride. The black rose on the shoulder blade of the men, and the wrist of the women, denotes involvement in the family. I sighed, and slid over to the page that described Mariano. They had clicked a nice picture, no doubt. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli-Montefiore Rivera is the acting boss 'Don' of the Rivera Crime Family. He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America.

“How was it possible for my father to be working with a man like him? If you claim that he is as dark as…?” “Your father worked with those who we benefited from. No matter what the reason was, the price was, who the person was, and what they did. Bartolomeo has functioned himself to shut his humanity off a long time ago.” Mario said, answering her. She shook her head, clearly wanting to refuse believing what her grandfather was telling her. And I had to admit, even I was both confused and baffled by what we were learning when it came to what Cosimo was doing, and I knew the darkness that my father was often willing to have.

My spouse. Over me, a wave of sickness swept. I only knew two things about Damon Vitiello: whenever his father retired or passed away, he would take over as the boss of the New York mob, and he earned the moniker "The Vice" by squeezing a man's throat with his bare hands. I was unsure of his age. My cousin Bibiana was compelled to wed a man who was 30 years her senior. If Damon's father hadn't already retired, he couldn't be that old. That's what I was hoping, at least. Was he unkind?