Dio Brando Part 1 Novels & Stories

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.

Why did Brandon shrink form the very sight of him? Why do I want him to be mine? END OF PART TWO – THE CLAN CELEBRATION

the two bodyguards came and saw the boss was pacing back and forth, tensions rising in his face. Brody inserted the USB drive to the TV and Kane pressed the button of the remote. "Show it to me," Senor quickly got seated, his attention fixed on the TV. When the whole video was playing, Brody and Kane were explaining him everything while his brows sometimes knitted in confusion, other times his eyes bulging out in astonishment. His mouth felt open and a gasp released from it. A Doppelganger?" he murmured. Brody and Kane have found out all the necessary info regarding Billina Bernand.

Drigo said, stating facts, then rubbed his palm together. At his words Brandon scoffed and then rose to his feet. "You have always been a man who has a way with words. I cannot but ask myself why I even listen to a word you say." "Because you know I am right. I don't paint words or try to impress anyone. I tell you things as I see them. And what I see is a man trying to fight the will to be like his father." Brandon stiffened at his words. He raked his hand through his hair, pressing his lips together. He raised his gaze, and it rested on Drigo.

I swallowed nervously as my eyes were drawn to his because I wanted to see what he was going to do. He easily bent over until he was at eye level with me, holding my eyes for some time before his eyes left mine and trailed down my body. My hands were gripping onto the edges of the bathtub and he saw the blood trailing down the stark white tub. He took my hand into his before he opened it up and surveyed the wounds. He didn't say anything, just reached over and took my other hand in his and looked at the deep cuts in my palm. He looked at the bloody water- still not saying a word- and brought out my foot, looking at the deeply cut flesh where I had stepped on broken glass during my rampage.

Drago notified, “I will give you an estimate, you open that door, you will meet hell, what are you going to do when you are injured?” El Diablo smiled, he didn’t flinch when he was told about his wound neither did he look shocked when he was told of his doom, because one thing was for certain, this was not the end for him. “This,” he said followed by a gunshot. Drago flinched, momentarily showing his pain on his face before concealing it again as the black haired man before him walked up to him. “Now we are both bleeding,” El Diablo said before placing his gun on Drago’s temple as he stood behind him, “and you will open the door.”

“…my brother will finish what he started.” Brody licked his split lip, tasting blood. His voice was shaky, but there was something underneath — arrogance, the belief he had leverage. “Your father wasn’t the only one building the Draghi empire,” Brody whispered. “There were… deals. Betrayals. Blood you’ve buried deep. I know who paid me to cover it up. And if that name comes out…” He trailed off, eyes flicking between us. “Your whole family burns.” My fists clenched so tight my knuckles popped. I wanted to rip his tongue out right then, but Xiomar’s calm expression didn’t waver. He studied Brody like he was dissecting a specimen under glass.

he asked, fanning himself with his hand. —Por supuesto, amigo mío. Ni siquiera tienes que preguntar. Ve y usa la habitación en la que te quedaste antes —respondió Brando, notando que Bruno no se encontraba bien. Algo no iba bien, tal vez había bebido demasiado.

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.

Brandon was staring at us with tight fists and clenched jaw. "Hurt even a strand of her hair and I'll kill you" Brandon warned in a dangerously low voice. "Do you want her?" Antonio asked while smirking. "Let her go!" Shira shouted. "I have a challenge for you, Brandon . I heard you're good at swimming? Why don't we play cat and mouse game?" "What are you talking about?" Brandon seemed lost for a couple of seconds.