Dio Brando Novels & Stories

Now I see why he is watching this stuff. From what I have observed, Santino is a workaholic, and he spends most of his time doing the paperwork of the business while Maximo is the one who does the killing if any is needed. These men work in perfect harmony, which makes sense as to why they are billionaires. My gaze drifts from the TV and falls on Santino, he is so relaxed with his inked arms spread out on the armrest. I can’t help but observe every curve on his body and notice the way the shirt clings to his muscles and shows off his great physique. He isn’t as huge as his brother, but he is ripped too, so very ripped.

she asked, surprising her. “What?” Sharon smiled. “I’m not naïve about my brother’s activities.” She said. “And he knows it.” Boma decided to come clean with Sharon since she was no stranger to Donovan’s ways. “I lost it to a- con artist- a thief- today.” Sharon gasped. “What? How did that happen?” Boma explained how the whole scenario had played out, seeing the depth of concern on Sharon’s face. “I’m sorry to hear what happened but, people like that are everywhere.” Said Sharon. “Does my brother know what happened?”

Lucas said, his voice careful, almost hesitant. Brandon let out a bitter, humorless laugh. “Calm down? You don’t get it, do you?” His voice cracked, raw with frustration. “This isn’t some low-level criminal we’re dealing with. This man—Bernardo Provenzano—he’s the Devil himself. He’s not just dangerous. He’s untouchable.”

“Yeah,Bryan is a wolf” Dorris said in excitement. “Yeah, do you know the actor that played Bryan?” “Sure he is Damon Montero”. “So it was really him!…Why didn't you tell me this, Dorris? Damon is a member of the Monteros family. I had a crush on him as a child”. “Oh.. I thought you knew”. Dorris replied surprised. “Of course I don't! I told you I don't know any of the Montero brothers except Anthonio”.

Leia POV: I couldn't stop staring at him, he was the most beautiful person I've ever seen. He was smiling from ear to ear and I'm sure I mirrored him. "My beautiful Leia.." He whispered and I stopped breathing. He knew my name. How did he know my name? Now I was going to look like an asshole because I had no idea who he was. He must have read my face because he let out a low chuckle. "I'm Brandon and it is so nice to finally meet you." He said kissing my forehead and sparks erupted everywhere. Brandon? My brother's friend.. The one that hunted me to try to find me. "Hi." I squeaked and then mentally face palmed myself. Una let out a barking laugh. "Shut up." I snapped. "Get it together would

Why had he persuaded Dolf and Malia to bring her on board? "Yeah," Malia said as Jenny dabbed the blood on the man's head, concluding he didn't need stitches. Jenny offered him painkillers, which he accepted gratefully. She quickly bandaged the wound to prevent further mess, and he soon disappeared into the back of the room. "Alexander met Brando during one of his trips abroad," Malia explained, gesturing toward the efficiently working doctor across the room. If Brando noticed their scrutiny, he didn't react. "He won't disclose what happened, but it's apparent that he trusts the man with his life. He brought Brando back and said he was the doctor we needed. Shortly after, we hired Talia, the

“You let someone crawl in and almost kill my merchandise?” “I didn’t know!” Gino wailed. “I didn’t see!” Brando pressed the blade against his eye. I covered my mouth with both hands. “Should’ve ripped your eyeballs out the second you fucked up,” Brando said. Then he plunged the knife in. The knife sliced through the air. “AGHHHH!” The sound was worse than the sight. A wet pop. Like someone stepped on a tomato Gino screamed so loud I felt it in my chest.

He was shirtless. He sped toward Elder Xan, who was busy sinking his fangs into the neck of the trumpet player he had overpowered. Adrian grabbed Xan and slammed him against the wall with brutal force. The wall cracked on impact. Xan crumpled to the ground, unconscious, as Adrian released him. “In my office in twenty minutes,” Adrian said as he walked past me and headed for the exit. Medics came running toward the wounded. I helped support the injured men, but they couldn’t save the trumpet player. He passed away a few minutes after they arrived.

"Can you at least say something that makes sense? You are seriously scaring me!" He took a slow, grounding breath, his intense gaze locking me in place. "I’m Dario’s older brother, Roman." My jaw dropped, my arms loosening slightly before I caught myself. "The priest?!" I knew Dario had an older brother, but according to the sparse stories he shared, the man was a ghost to the family. The rumors among our circle whispered that he had walked away from the family business to take holy vows. I always thought that was a crazy combo, how could a mafia don's son be a priest? It made no sense.

He glances between Uncle Theo and me. “Ah… I’m…” “Could you give us a moment? It’s been a while since I’ve seen Brandi—I just want to check in,” Uncle Theo says. Gio frowns, clearly uneasy about leaving me with him. Good—I don’t want to be alone with him either. “And you are?” Gio asks. “Sorry, that was rude. I’m Theodore French.” “Ah, Mayor French. I’m Giovanni Caputo.” “Real estate mogul Caputo?” Uncle Theo’s eyes light up—he’s always chased money.