Diego Brando Novels & Stories

It is just a fake wrapper of the cruelest object that Carlos can deliver to anyone. "Boss, we haven't done anything. The shipment was stolen midway before we could even reach there." Brando clasped his both hands together while reciting every single word from his vocabulary. One wrong word from his side can cause his death. "I see." Carlos took a long drag and stood up from his chair. Looking at his figure Brando tried to get up too but Carlos raised his finger to make him stop. Carlos walked towards the large window to look at the cityscape. "New York"

Lucas said, his voice careful, almost hesitant. Brandon let out a bitter, humorless laugh. “Calm down? You don’t get it, do you?” His voice cracked, raw with frustration. “This isn’t some low-level criminal we’re dealing with. This man—Bernardo Provenzano—he’s the Devil himself. He’s not just dangerous. He’s untouchable.”

Alessandro prolonged, tucking his sleeves up to show his tattooed forearms. "I won't get distracted, I promise, Alessandro, pretty please," He teased, and I giggled, but Alessandro didn't want to look so amused. "Fine, but I'm not responsible if she dies," He scoffed out. "Thank you, Alessandro, I won't let you down" He winked at an aggravated Alessandro and nodded in respect to me before hurrying out the door and shutting it behind him. "You should be happy for your brother. He seems excited about this girl," I say, pleading with him.

“Leonardo Lee, out of all one of my most trustworthy man betrayed me right under my wing and then he mistook me as to not find him? Looks like the bastard is finally getting old. He forgot who I am. He took enmity with Alessandro Emilio! The most powerful Mafia Lord of Mexico and Italy! He just signed his death warrant!” Alessandro cold voice was enough for man in front to quiver. He was the most ruthless in his dealings with his enemies. He could only wonder what he will do to the man who dared to betray him….. Leonardo Lee was dead now for sure…. “Make it as quick as possible. You have three days only don't overstep at all!" He warned clearly. The business was no joke. It is either now or

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

But the man on the screen didn’t even flinch, as if he were deaf too. “I think we both know your Arganza supplies were sabotaged and your labs need this raw material,” the interpreter said into the mic. “Was that what Mr. Brona said?” Dante asked me, and I nodded. Those were his exact words. I looked at Lorenzo. His face looked like he wanted to kill someone. The executives sitting beside him had dark, furious expressions too. He glanced at a man in a white medical lab coat and gave a heavy nod. They needed the Arganza, and the man on the other side of the screen was taking advantage of it.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

" Maximo Santino is dead, you see it? " " We shouldn't jubilate yet Mattia. Just get the package and get done with the Italian underboss as well. He shouldn't be trusted. For a man who could betray his boss, he might so worse for you too " " You bet " Mattia disconnected at once and walk out of the conference hall and into his car which has been waiting with his chauffeur. Mattia brought out another cellphone and dialed Marco's number. The underboss picked after the second ring . " Hi Marco. You should probably put on your TV "

I just don’t get why Leo wants a healer. “My brother has a disease,” Vogar dropped his glass on the table. “A disease that turns him into a beast, but takes a huge part of him before setting him free. Leo is dying everyday and has just two months to live if I'm right with my calculation. The only one who can save him is the Omega. But with my bracelet around her wrist, she can’t. Leo is eventually going to die. She will watch him take his last breath - the most interesting part of my plan,” Vogar said so much that I found myself fighting to comprehend.

Diego straightened his suit jacket, then bent forward in a formal bow. “Respected Elders… I am Briella’s husband. My name is Diego Elsher.” ***