Novel & Cerita Dave Franco Brother

Gregory knew absolutely nothing about my mom’s family or my real father. “Susan Lombardi was daughter of Harold Lombardi, capo for Benny Santini. Her brother, Tilly’s uncle, is Vinny Lombardi, current capo for Lorenzo Santini.” Danny paused, nodding towards the man standing next to him. “In case you didn’t realize it, Gregory, the man standing next to me is Vinny Lombardi.”

He believed in teaching his boys that they should take responsibility for their actions. Dave was sitting in his chamber when his brothers all barged into his room and he knew exactly why they were there. The throne was empty, and the people needed a king. “I know,” Dave said before anyone could say anything. Dewayne was standing with his mouth open when he heard Dave talk and he growled a bit in frustration. “Every time! Every time I want to say something you do this. Why can you not just give me one time to say what I want to say before you say it?” Dave smirked and looked at his brother. “You’re not quick enough, but I will keep that in mind” They all laughed but then turned silent. Dave

my sister. "I could accept when Franco chose you over me while I was carrying his child, but how could Chris also end up being yours? Even my own brother, Dexon, sides with you!" As if the previous revelation wasn’t enough to make my head explode, Rebecca threw in one—no, two more shocking facts. Franco... and Rebecca? Oh God, this world must be going crazy. If I hadn’t waited for Chris to get through his critical condition, I would have walked away from this place, unable to handle any more insane revelations.

At all. Franco. Oh, Franco. The love of her life. Or so she thought. She wondered if being her brother’s right-hand man had profited him in any way. The man who whispered sweet nothings in her ear at night but couldn’t find the courage to speak a full sentence to Don Pedro—her very own brother—about them, their love, and their relationship. The same Don Pedro he took orders from every single day. He took bullets for him, but somehow talking to him about wanting to marry her was where he drew the line? She meant, what kind of man was he, really?

“It's all part of the plan.” “You killed an innocent man, Antonio,” I was astonished by my brother's action. “That has nothing to do with you,” he answered dryly. “Like I said earlier, it's all part of the plan.” “Franco was one of your best men on the team and yet you killed him,” I was so pissed. “That man was willing to give his life for you.” “Well, he did,” Antonio answered unbothered and it pissed me off the more. “There are better ways to go about this other than spilling innocent blood.”

- A l e x - "Valentino," I said, walking up to my brother who sat down in his office with one of his strippers perched on his lap. He let go of the fistful of her brown straight hair before turning to look at me. "Fratello, a cosa devo il piacere?" Valentino spoke with a grin of mischief on his face. [Brother, to what do I owe the pleasure ] I chuckled unenthusiastically. He knew what I was here for, and he also knew my patience wasn't something to be tested. I watched as he pointed towards the door before giving her a smack on her bottom as she got up.

“I’m Zandra.” “I know, Ms. Franco." “How long have you worked for the Boss, Damien?” He sighs, lowering the spoon. “I don’t work for my brother, I work with him.” My eyes widen slightly at the revelation. “I knew you guys were brothers!” Damien takes a step back, setting aside the food he’d prepared for me. There’s a shifty quality to him, like he’s always on his toes, ready to flee at a moment’s notice. The only question is what’s he so afraid of?

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

Shit. He stepped back and let two of his soldiers come in. Jimmy and Fran were brothers who looked nothing alike. They were the same height, and that was where the familial resemblance ended. Jimmy was a lanky guy with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Fran ‘Never call me Francis,' on the other hand, was stocky, built like a fucking train, and had a shaved head with light brown eyes. They were also my best tail team. Jimmy nudged his brother. Fran rolled his eyes. "Where do you want me to start in the timeline?" he asked me, his voice low and raspy.

Then the unmistakable rhythmic creak of a bedframe. My face went nuclear. Noah and Lena. Obviously. They’d been “showering” for like forty-five minutes. I froze, plate halfway to the table, mortified on behalf of everyone involved. Ethan noticed immediately. He turned down the heat on the stove, wiped his hands on the dish towel, and cocked his head toward the ceiling. “Sounds like your brother’s putting in work,” he said, deadpan. “Shut up,” I hissed, cheeks burning so hot I could have cooked the pasta on them.