Diego Brando Novels & Stories

" 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.” ***

“Who?” “Someone from Diego’s past,” Luca replied, his voice tight with urgency. “A ghost from the shadows. His name is Victor Drago.” Rafael’s jaw clenched. The name was all too familiar. Drago was a brutal, calculated man who had worked with Diego during his early days in the underworld. He’d been one of Diego’s most trusted lieutenants, but Rafael had always known there was something dark behind the man’s eyes—something even Diego had feared.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

She’s thrown me off my game completely. “Who is she?” Alessandro asks. Wouldn’t I like to know that too? “Let’s talk about Marcello. What if he doesn’t come for us first?” I say. “Why wouldn’t he? You’ve been a thorn in his side for quite a while,” Brando says. “He’s doing all what he’s doing to kill you because he knows you’re going to kill him if he doesn’t get to you first.”

I take a deep breath and nod. Sebastian Ferreira, better known as Dio, is the biggest mafia boss in Rome. He's in charge of most of Europe and he has some strong ties with the Mexican mafia as well. Everything that's happening in the city right now has something to do with him. And his presence in Rome means it's going to get even more dangerous out here.

“You should know more than anyone that I wouldn’t do anything that would harm the pack, Arturo. Therefore, I do believe that you should be aware that if anything is done by me, then it would be to help you somehow. The point of me being your beta is you trusting that.” His words were like a slap in the face, I had to admit that much. And the fact that I knew that he was right was a completely different case that I should have been aware of blindly. The man and I were brothers by choice and not blood. The two of us grew up together and though his father was not originally a de’ Medici, he was given the last name like most of the family members as they showed their brotherhood by blood. “You a

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“They are well known. I’m sure you heard it on the news. Their leader, Laureano Vitale, is old school.” My spine straightened, and I froze. Laureano? My heart hammered as I realized that Domenico really didn’t know who I was. At all. “I thought the leader’s name was something like Thomas.” “Tommaso,” he corrected. “He died a few years ago and his brother Laureano took over.” I stared at him as tears welled in my eyes. “What’s wrong?” Domenico asked as he moved to sit beside me. His finger tipped my chin up.