Diego Brando Novels & Stories

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.

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.

JILLIAN “Who is Carina?” The doctor asked leaning a bit closer. “She is my proof,” I answered confidently. The doctor took his laptop of the bag he has with him and typed things on it. “What is her surname?” I realized I don’t know that I can’t answer. My stepmom’s smirk made me grin. “Suero,” Angelo whispered. “Suero,” I said smirking back to my stepmom. The doctor continued doing whatever he is doing and turn the laptop to me. There are arrays of pictures of woman with the same name on the screen. It’s an online site with tons of users. I pointed at her picture, so the doctor clicked on it.

Leaving Franck to fall behind with the chair on which he was sitting on. All these happening without any word being addressed to Franck. Either from Brando nor his bodyguard. And after the beating initiation of Brando`s boy. He lifted him and the chair and positioned him to face Brando again. He then returned slowly and stood where he was standing before. That`s behind his boss. Brando walked slowly towards Franck, bending gently near his left ear. “Do you really think you can destroy the 419 cabal of Makepeville? Do you think you can exterminate that movement with a silencer and a machete?”

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

Antonio added, “she was the light you have always wanted.” Again Lucian ignored him and got into the car but Antonio was not ready to back down, he leaned on the window of the car and stared at him, “back then in Mexico, that night in that party, I saw you Alejandro, not Lucian. I saw Alejandro, my friend, my brother. I never thought I would ever be seeing him again but she…she brought him out, she made me see him again and if I am being honest, I loved that and it made me love her and wish she would stick around because if she does, I would be seeing more of Alejandro.” “You seem to be forgetting something,” Lucian glanced at him, “Alejandro is dead, he died in that accident. So stop wishin

He grinned with blood in his teeth and took my hand. “Yeah, someone does.” I’d been the someone and we’d become friends. Brando was muscle but didn’t have a family who taught him to use the body of a giant to pound heads until he turned twelve. By then, I’d had two summers during camp to teach him to use his fists. He was loyal to a fault. His family had protected the Fabionos, a powerhouse Mafia family, for generations and should have known he needed training earlier. I suspected they thought no one would mess with him due to his size. Each summer, I picked the biggest mother fucker to go after so their neglect hadn’t worked in Brando’s favor.

I didn’t even know the man personally, and yet, here I was, dreading even meeting him. “But there is something that you are going to need to know if you are to be an ally, Donatello.” Alessandro said, looking out the window as the plane touched the ground. My heart raced, and I watched as my mate stood on his feet, hanging up before the door opened. The fact that the pilot didn’t even taxi, and I knew that it was because of the men who were waiting for him. A man entered, the scar on his face was one that made my stomach churn. His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake.

There was love between Rodrigo’s parents, even thou the marriage was arranged, and Rodrigo’s father was devastated when he lost his wife. Rodrigo was their first born, followed by two more daughters, Alice and Sara, both of them have since married, also into two Mafia families. Alice is a year younger than Rodrigo, 27, and Sara is the youngest, aged 25. Diego, we know, is Rodrigo’s cousin, he is the son of Edwardo’s sister. Diego’s dad married Edwardo’s sister. He was Edwardo’s second in command. His mother’s name was Esmeralda and his father’s name was Ralph. Ralph died when Diego was still a baby, killed in a shoot out protecting Rodrigo’s dad and Esmeralda died when Diego was 10, she had