Diego Brando Novels & Stories

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.”

I sat alone in that row of three seats, and cried and cried and cried. "Donna?" I looked up to see a tall, lanky man with an overgrown beard. "I'm Angelo." He offered. "I am Sergio's underboss." I nodded. "I'm not your Donna. Your Don is inside fighting for his life because of me." Angelo eyed the seat beside me, and I told him to sit down. "Jace is dead." He said. "Good." "Landon is alive, but we have him now." I nodded. "Okay."

“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.

They could not approach him as they were stopped by his men. It just took a mere second to show them who he is. But he doesn't want to create any scene in the presence of normal citizens. He is Brandon Rodriguez, one of the top business tycoons of Italy. He has mentioned his name in many fields like in the hotel business, contraction and chemical factories. Now his new target is getting into the casino business. That's why he's here today. But he has another personality too. He's Bratt. He was the leader of the Most dangerous Mafia group of Italy "

I swear if they didn't kill him, I would eventually. "We don't kill women unless they're a witness." Pavlo murmured in his thick accent and my eyes widened. Am I a witness? Micah scoffed from besides me. Yurik seemed to be younger than the two but I could tell that he was in charge. How did they expect me to help Micah get out of his debt? Who was this brother he spoke of and was he really as heartless as they made him out to be? Of course he was, it's the fucking mafia.

Pierro told him. "Let's discuss it here quickly so that I could return on the bed as soon as possible" Sain demanded. "But make sure to lower down your voices so that we can't disturb my wife" he added. I heard a small movement sound until I heard a series sound of paper again. "Brandon Elliot is dead" Pierro announce. "Averrius believes that the one who killed Brandon is the fourth son of Luscio Costello" "What happen to Brandon's mission?" Sain ask instead of getting curious about the identity of the fourth son of Luscio Costello which is me.

“If I held on, after all the loss that I went through, and if I stayed strong to raise you as a grandson without throwing you out like others would do to bastards; it is because I never saw you as any less than my grandson. When it comes to her, I never did bother looking at her, and I never asked to see her. If she sees me as a stranger and if she treats me as one, then she is not to be blamed. But you, you are to be blamed, not once, but a thousand times if you see yourself as one because you know, very well, that you were never treated as a stranger or as any different. If anything, you got the Sforza last name, the blood of a noble, and the lead of a creed.” “I am not going to work with

Giovanni’s face said it all, he was not going to let this go. “I would first like to introduce you to my older brother, Nicolas D’Angelo, the REAL and rightful heir to this whole empire” Dante said, looking at Giovanni as people gasped, muttering between themselves “I was just as surprised as you currently are when I found out, but then again, it seems like our beloved father hid more than just my brother…”

When his sapphire cat-like eyes meet mine, I fidget uncomfortably. He grips the armrest tighter and forces a smile. “ Samantha, clear your thoughts,” He orders through gritted teeth, and I blush hard. How did he know my mind was in the gutter? “ My thoughts are clear!” I quickly defend myself. “ Okay, little liar,” Santino replies, sounding irritated. While Maximo on the other hand only chuckles and his chest moves at the action grabbing my attention once more. “ Where is Diego? I am sick and tired of waiting. I am his fucking boss, and he dares to make me wait?” Maximo asks, his tone a deeper and sharper.