Dio Brando Novels & Stories

Don glanced at him. “He is a trained assassin for a criminal organization in Italy and goes by the name, Marco.” Draco briefed up the information on the file without staring into it. “What about the other one?” “Yes boss, he was the same guy who met with Brandon.” Draco nodded. Don clenched his fist as he gritted his teeth. His facial expression at the moment made Draco move back a little. “Brandon sent you?” Bella spoke out from where she stood with her face looking puzzled. Marco's jaw dropped open immediately. This was not supposed to not happen, no one was meant to know who his client was.

A knot of fear twisted in my stomach. I clutched the sides of my seat, my knuckles turning white, as the words from the man seated with Salvatore reached my ears. "That's two hundred and seventy pounds of pure muscle trained for smashing skulls," he chuckled, a sinister laugh echoing in the air, "I've been training him for years for this day." I found myself holding my breath, a silent prayer for Vincenzo echoing in my mind. "Who is that?" I asked Adriano. "That's Sotto DiFato, the one who helped Luciano and betrayed our grandfather so he could get the power over Indianapolis," Adriano clenched his jaw as hatred seeped into his words, "And in the ring is his number one fighter, Bruto."

After all was done, many of the roads would be open to me. “Your father, Gerardo De Luca, once told me to fuck myself when I made a peace offering,” Brando said bitterly, his eyes shuffling between Rione, Darragh Callahan and me. All of us circled the round table. "Quite a prideful man." “Which I wasn’t aware of,” I replied immediately. “What he did was a sign of foolishness. I am a prideful man too, but never have I allowed it to rule over my common sense, so rest assured, I am not my father. I’m a better proprietor than he ever could be, which is why we're all here today.”

I rested my back on the backrest of the seat. “Hmm. I get. Well, I'm not offended.” “You do not have the right to be. I paid you after you were bounced out of my mansion. It’s always the money, remember? Let’s get down to business, Brooks.” “Not my father’s name. Do I still need to keep saying this to you, Alpha Leonardo?” “Your name doesn't sound pleasing to my ears. I prefer your Father’s.” “Oh, there he goes again…” His lips curved up in a smile. “Tell me, my dear friend, what about your disease? How are you dealing with it after you stopped your medication?”

Introduced by my own daughter as her friend. Fate truly has a cruel sense of humor. I extended a hand like I had not more than met her last night. “ I’m Dario Moretti,” I said with a straight face. Brandy stared at my hand like it might bite her. Then, slowly, she took it. Her fingers were cold. Trembling. She looked at me like she had seen a ghost. I closed my hand around hers and pulled her in for a light hug, brushing my lips slightly against her cheek.

Luciano said with emphasis on every word he spoken. "I don't know what you're talking about." I continued to act as if I'm clueless about the things he accuses to me. There's no way I will tell him that I used Brando's weakness to help me get out of this place. I'm not stupid enough to do that. "I'll take it from here, Brando. Go back to your post." Luciano suddenly said and motioned to Brando to leave. Brando immediately walked out, I could do nothing but gaze at Brando until he came out of the training room.

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.

But he wouldn’t give it up and tried to grab him. “You useless piece of trash, I’m not done with you yet!” “Don’t be stupid, Channing!” Chance warned, easily shaking Brando off, determined to walk away. “You calling me stupid?” Brando grabbed again, raising his arm as he forced Chance to turn. Huge mistake! One too many… The blood started flowing fast and red before Chance even realized he’d thrown. Brando staggered back a step, fell on his ass with a howl before finding his feet and running toward the house.

Alessandro and Draco stood there baffled at their childish wife and girlfriend behaviour. They looked at each other and shook hands with no expression on their face. "Hello, I am Draco Blackwood. Welcome to my home." "Hello, Alessandro Williams. Thank you." Sabrina wasn't surprised at his fake surname. He use this surname "Williams" in business world. One of many reasons people recognise him as the CEO and not as "Alessandro Kingston" the mafia leader of California. "Hello, I am Lily Harrison." Lily said as he shook hand with Alessandro. Alessandro passed her the bouquet and she smiled delightfully.

Brando retracted the weapon. “No!” Jeff screamed and caught Alan as he went down. He supported his head and looked into his eyes. “I—I didn’t mean to . . . ” Mr. Brando turned over the bloodstained steel in his palm. “The monster . . . it made me do it!” Jeff shrieked—the primal, guttural sound of a wounded creature. The mob receded, and their murmurs hushed. He cradled Mr. Drake’s head. “I’m sorry, Mr. Drake. This is because of me.” Jeff could no longer hold back the tears. “I’m so sorry.”