Diego De Vil Novels & Stories

He pauses and I don’t move away quickly enough, so he looks over his shoulder and finds me standing there. “Looks like my little pet came out of her room.” “Is that her?” The man asks, looking at me. Diego whips his head around so fast I barely see it. His hand clamps down around the man’s throat. “You have seen nothing. Do you understand me? The girl isn’t here, and you know nothing about her. She is my new mate from the Stone Rock Pack. Valeria is dead.”

“I found out from his relatives that Philip Alvarez died on April 2015. And the cause of his death was tuberculosis.” The girl said to him, which surprised the old detective and could not believe what he found out. “Are you certain? then, i'm right that he used another name. Do you also know what his real identity is?” “Yes, sir.” In response, she handed a flyer to the detective. “What is this?” confused, he says. “He is Rico Vilafuente, one of the top wanted criminals listed in 2013. He is now involved in multiple crimes. Just like homicide, kidnapping, drug trafficking, assault, statutory rape, bribery, adultery, money laundering and many more.”

"What's her name?" "Villah. She's from a different nation." "Where?" I asked. "My imagination." He said smugly. I gave him a blank look. "I'm sorry." He laughed. "I was dying to say that. She's Italian. She doesn't look like it, but yeah." Jesus, what was this with everyone dating people with different nationalities? I mean, there was globalisation and all, but something was fishy about it. "How did you meet, again?" I asked.

“ Wait! “ Viv called out as I touched the handle. I smiled to myself and turned around. Viv came towards me with Lorenzo in tow. “ We are with you, “ she said and I smiled in satisfaction. “ Would you die for me and Nik? “ I asked. “ Nik is my brother, “ she answered. The days of her answering my questions the way she wanted were over. “ That was not the question I asked. “ I said. She looked off guard. It was like she had never seen me before. I loved surprising people and quite frankly, I hated the way I was behaving. However, I had to be like that if I wanted to find Nikolai and run Sicily. Otherwise, people would run me out of the mafia for good. “ Yes, I would die for my brother, “ she

she reassured him, scoffing lightly, "There's no need to get so worked up about it." "I'm sorry I reacted that way, ma'am," Diego said, his voice low and miffed, "But I was just so angry that he could be that way. He was one of the trusted shareholders of Romero Empire. He even worked with Madam Laura, the founder of the Romero Empire. And yet, he could still do this?"

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…”

“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

He replied. "I wonder if my dad is looking down at me," I wondered, then faced Alessandro, who I could barely see in the dark, but I saw a slight glint in his eye from the light of the alarm clock beside me. "He's proud of you, love," He whispered in a sleepy voice. "If you don't mind me asking, how did your father die?" I sighed. "He was shot by Russians, apparently some dude named Ivan Petrov. I've been trying to locate him for some time now but he kept moving from place to place so I gave up and just dealt with it, I guess"

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

How He couldn’t guess why this bastard called him. Diego laughed, low, dark, full of satisfaction. “Ah, so you figured it out. Clever boy.” “If you touch her..” “I won’t,” Diego said, mockingly. “But Adrian might. You remember my nephew, don’t you? You should. You left his father hanging from a bridge in Naples.” Vladimir’s eyes narrowed, chest heaving. “If Sila is harmed, I’ll gut you all with my bare hands.” “No, no, Vladimir,” Diego chuckled. “You don’t get to make threats anymore. Not after Savannah. You remember her, don’t you? My daughter. Your wife. The one you murdered in cold blood.”