Diego Brando Novels & Stories

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.”

“Don Diego” “Don Diego, it’s Armando. I have something you are going to want to see.”

“What did he fucking do to you? Answer me Elena! Did he fucking ride his dick inside your pussy!” “That’s not the point Eric, you should at least listen to what I’m saying. It was indeed Diego, he didn’t say much and then left and after he left, that was when I found Mr Brandon’s dead body. Thought he might have still been alive when I saw him in the bathroom…”

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.

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"

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.”