Novel & Cerita Diego Brando

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

he asked Diego. "I am not liable to tell you anything, Federico," Diego told him pointedly, and the man looked so mad that I was scared he would shift into his wolf any second now. "Arya," Diego said in a strict tone enough to startle me. "Come to this side," he ordered me, and though I didn't like his tone, the old man is actually looking so scary that I didn't even take a second to walk toward Diego's side. "I already clarified yesterday that I am not coming with you anywhere Federico" I was unable to understand anything in this situation except the fact that Federico is a bad guy.

Pulling out his malbero cigarette, he lit it up, taking a slow drag and puff it out. “Yes boss.” Diego bowed and marched out. “Let the show begin.”

Astonished, I looked behind me and my eyes widened when I saw Luciano with a big grin and slowly walking towards our direction. Shit! Did he hear what I said to Brando? "Well, I see what you did there, babe," Luciano said as he approached, a wide grin was still plastered on his lips. "W-What?" I asked acting like I did not get what he means. "You took Brando for granted, he was in a vulnerable state talking about Korn's death and you saw an opportunity to manipulate his emotion. What a conniving bítch you are, babe." Luciano said with emphasis on every word he spoken.