Dio Brando Novels & Stories

" Seeing how heartbreakingly mature Brando Falcone had become, Salvatore suddenly slapped himself hard across the face. "It's my fault. All of it! If I hadn't been such a fool back then, Brando would've had the gentlest Madre in the world. He would've grown up surrounded by love. I destroyed this family with my own hands. I didn't even give you the chance to look at him one last time." The regret twisted through his chest so violently he could barely straighten up. I simply watched him in silence. "You know… Brando really looks like you. Especially his eyes. They're so clear that I can't even bear to look at them," he murmured.

As I sat next to him, Brody poured a drink into a shot glass. "Here," Brody handed me the glass, "have a drink." I drank it in one gulp. He's very friendly. Is he really a mafia boss? "So how was your concert in Brazil, what was it called?" asked Brody, smoking his cigar. "Good. We managed to perform very well. The crowd likes us,” I answered stiffly. “Good,” said Uncle Brody, “have you considered my invitation?” "About?" I said, "I'm sorry. Too much has happened to me lately."

Soon my leg was dead and I couldn't feel a thing anymore. I saw him pull up some tools. After cleaning up the wound he checked it. "Your leg is gonna be fine love. I just have to put a cast on it. He busted up you leg. I got some medicine you can take to help with the pain." After Brian had doctored my leg he put a cast on it and gave me some strong pain killers for the pain. He helped me walk out of his torture room with a warm fire going. Shortly after he brought some hot soup and some bread. Buttered garlic bread to be exact with some tomato soup.

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 "

Jason explained and Leonardo cocked his riffle pointing it at Armando "You plan on killing me?" Armando laughed "I'm the Mafia boss here Leonardo DiCaprio and you cannot kill me, not unless you want everyone in my family to be out for your head" "Maybe you haven't heard but I am Leonardo DiCaprio and I always eliminate those that comes against me, regardless of the consequence" Leonardo said as he pulled the rifle's trigger blowing Armando's brain out "Bullshit" he spatted and walked out while Jason followed him from behind They got back into the car and this time, Jason drove

Brandon was in front of me now, after he'd grabbed Henri and thrown him by the side. "What the hell?" I barked at him. "He's working for Luciano. Luciano is actually his godfather, so he's like a son to Luciano. If you kill him, you'd incur the wrath of Luciano. We've lost too many people this year already." He reasoned, then when he saw that Henri was trying to escape, he stuck out his hand and smacked the side of the man's face brutally. Henri fell to the floor, though not unconscious yet. Brandon wiped his hand later with a white handkerchief.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(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.

She looked at Caddaric pleadingly, as if sending a silent message. Caddaric was expressionless but lowered himself and sat beside her. “I want to hear the story too.” He said, shattering her last hope. Ariana let out a painful smile but when he held her hand soothingly, she instantly relaxed. The fact that he wanted to hear the story, didn’t mean that he believed it. Anna saw their gesture and looked away with a complicated expression. Marshall continued, not for once taking his eyes off Ariana. “Don Brando was once a good man. He had a warehouse where he sold cars before but due to his greed for money, he went into drugs. Tell me that I am lying,” he dared her. She looked at Caddaric and he