Dio Brando Novels & Stories

He nodded his head allowing Brando to leave while leaning back on his desk crossing his legs and making rings with the smoke. Brando walked towards the glass door, extending his hand to open it. "Bang." A loud gunshot was heard when he froze at his place, closing his head to suppress something. He dared not to open his eyes until the voice behind spoke casually. "Did you like it?" Brando wanted to shake his head in denial but decided not to by thinking about the consequences. Maybe the next bullet would be penetrating through his skull. This time it was his left hand only. "Pain." That's what Brando felt as he looked. Carlos shot his left hand to remind him of the mistake that was committed.

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 could never measure up to a brother he felt he should have never been in competition with, a brother he felt superior to. “Four guys tackled him, sending him down to his knees, but he couldn’t shake them off. One held his head while Roman broke a glass bottle and raked it over Dom’s face.” Luca shook his head. “His screams…It was only his first swipe, but they underestimated Dom. They relaxed, while he gained focus despite the agony he was in.” The explosiveness of la Bestia was one I’d seen before. The way he moved was disarming in its speed and force.

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.

Alessiano is my padrino or godfather and has always allowed me among his ranks. If it wasn’t for Vale sitting at his right side, the position would have been mine. Do I want the position? Yes and no. I do because I know it’s one I could thrive in, but I don’t because I’m content with being invisible. Like now, I’m the ghost in the walls, listening in to the deep dark secrets that surrounded Ales and the future Dona. “What crawls up ass” Gregorio asks Franco as he pours himself a drink and downs it in one gulp before pouring another.

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.

I, who was playing online games, was shocked and left my computer to head towards him who was sitting in front of the TV in the living room. "How is that possible?!" I was confused and recalled last week's incident where I landed a bullet right in his left chest, sure to hit his heart as well as his head, "I shot him right in the heart and hit his head!" I quickly shouted to the man who sighed, who was my brother. Yes, my brother is Pablo Denaro, who is the biggest gangster in America but has an equally terrible enemy named Bradley Carillo Castelano or known as Bradley de Ossa, huh, lame name for a gangster leader in my opinion.

Message from Breando, his brother. /Nate is at it again And this time, he’s with Matheus. You know what that means, right? It’s time to remember you don’t just have a married life. /Work! Braston read the message, his eyes narrowing with fury. He threw the phone on the bed with force, the screen cracking on impact. He knew exactly what Nate was doing; he held a deep grudge against Matheus. Even though Matheus was a weak doctor, he had an incredible gift for poisons.

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

Alessandro prolonged, tucking his sleeves up to show his tattooed forearms. "I won't get distracted, I promise, Alessandro, pretty please," He teased, and I giggled, but Alessandro didn't want to look so amused. "Fine, but I'm not responsible if she dies," He scoffed out. "Thank you, Alessandro, I won't let you down" He winked at an aggravated Alessandro and nodded in respect to me before hurrying out the door and shutting it behind him. "You should be happy for your brother. He seems excited about this girl," I say, pleading with him.