Diego Brando Novels & Stories

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.

I was angry at myself for kissing Natalie. I was angry at her for kissing back. I was angry at Diego for interrupting us. I stared at the troubled expression on Diego’s face and immediately realised that whatever he was going to say next would only get me more upset. “Alpha Vincenzo has been killed “, he said.

Brandon continued to taunt Heather, once again making fun of her. "It's none of your business!" "Aren't you afraid that Silva's wife or girlfriend will kill you?" Brandon repeated it. "He doesn't have a girlfriend. This time, I'm sure I'll be Mrs. Silva instead of just ending up with a mistress like Donovan!" "Huh, how quickly did you forget the Chad Donovan you adored? If I knew this, I wouldn't have to worry about finishing him off. Just let him torture you to death!" Brando shouted at the peak of his extreme frustration until he admitted that he was the natural killer of Chad Donovan.

In my mind, Diego looks like a young Antonio Banderas or like Diego Luna ( I know he’s Mexican, but still). Like how Antonio Banderas looked in Desperado. Or like Justin Baldoni with a beard and long hair. Like this scruffy sexy Latin dude that is just effortlessly charming. That is muscular, he needs to be, since he’s the gamma, but that isn’t like this body builder type. Someone who doesn’t just rely on his strength, but on his fighting skills and smarts. Anyway, I hope you like the next chapter and remember, you’re supposed to be pretend he’s saying everything in Spanish okay 😉

I’m staring at the photo on the screen. I would be lying if I said he didn’t cross my mind in the past month but I started to forget what he looked like. Now the memories flood back in. His face is unsmiling here but he still looks handsome. I read the news crawl. He’s Diego Santoro, millionaire businessman. I’ve heard that name before, wealthy beyond imagination and rumored to be part of the mafia. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Finally, Ricardo spoke again, "Obviously we can't involve the police. They are of no help because Bruno got them under his control. I know a guy De Mario. He is in a gang that has gone toe by toe with Bruno. Maybe he'll help." "Do you mean Los Sombrosos... ermm De Mario?" Luca asked curiously. "Yes, him. Why?" Ricardo asked. "Oh, you haven't heard, have you? Bruno has laid waste to him. He destroyed everything De Mario had and killed his wife right in front of him. Since then no one has heard from him. We don't know if he is alive or dead. Rumors have it that he Is out there somewhere, but nobody knows where," Luca explained to Ricardo who listens in shock.

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

I greeted with a wide smile, immediately throwing my body back onto my bed. "Hello, darling," I heard the thick British accent from my godfather say to me through the phone and a shiver ran through my entire body, "how's my little star doing?" he asked me and I bit the corners of my lips. I felt so shy as though I was beneath his intense gaze, "I'm doing ok, how about you?" I asked him. My godfather was Octavious Bradford, and he's probably the most good looking gentleman I've ever set my eyes on. It doesn't help that I have a bit of a crush on him and he continuously spoils me way more than he spoils my older sister.

“What is it with you giving me shocking responses today? There are other people existing in this city that dad could have gone to. Why that man of all people?” When she mentioned the mafia earlier, it didn't reckon in my head that there is only one reigning mafia in the city. Diego Sanchez is nothing close to a human. I have never seen him before, but rumors of how brutal he is gets everywhere. He doesn't take no for an answer, and his means of torturing people is said to be the most gruesome activity any human can ever experience. The thought of him gives me goosebumps.

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”