Dio Brando Part 1 소설 & 이야기

Brandon continued to taunt Heather, once again making fun of her. "It's none of your business!" "Aren't you afraid that Silva's wife or girlfriend will kill you?" Brandon repeated it. "He doesn't have a girlfriend. This time, I'm sure I'll be Mrs. Silva instead of just ending up with a mistress like Donovan!" "Huh, how quickly did you forget the Chad Donovan you adored? If I knew this, I wouldn't have to worry about finishing him off. Just let him torture you to death!" Brando shouted at the peak of his extreme frustration until he admitted that he was the natural killer of Chad Donovan.

The last thing I see is a pair of Italian loafers. --- **Giovanni** *An hour earlier* I groan as I open my eyes in the pitch-black room. I’ve been drinking myself into a stupor since seeing Brandi with that man. I thought I’d lost her forever, but she… Brandi? She was here. I reach over, but the bed’s empty—she’s gone. It feels empty without her, and so does my life.

__FLASHBACK START__ Most of us had just finished sparring with each other. Brandon had been sparring against Leah, my sisters, and Rye. Donte and I had been sparring against each other and were heading back into the house when I heard a scream. The two of us turned around to see Brandon on the ground, convulsing. We rushed over to figure out what the fuck was going on. “What happened?” Donte asked.” “I don’t know. We finished sparring and were walking back when he dropped to the ground and started convulsing.” Leah cried.

He raised his weapons, he used his left hand to fire shots at Roderigo’s men while the right hand fired one, two three, four bullets into Roderigo’s skull. Silence followed as Bruno dropped to his knees beside his brother. “Stay with me Diego,” he growled. I reached them, tears spilling as I touched him. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered over and over again sobbing hard. “I didn’t know I swear, I didn’t know.” I sobbed, Tiano dragged himself towards us, ignoring his bleeding leg. “Boss..” He called out. Diego’s eyes, fluttered open weakly. “Mom, Rosita.” He mumbled. Tiano managed to get up on one leg.

“It’s him. He’s back.” Rocco’s laugh is static. “Let’s sober him, Il Padrino. Water and electric and you’ll see.” Dakor produces his phone from his pocket. Nephilim swipes through the bloody phone, plays the recording of Jonas' trembling note, and gasps. “Impossible.” Rocco snatches it. Ferrari. Then Godfather. Their eyes clash. He’s not lying. Mad-Bishop is indeed back. Ferrairi shivers twice, thrice, then an ugly sound escapes him. Godfather clutches Ferrari's hands in comfort. “It’s over. You’re here. You’re safe.”

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.”

Candy asked as she made me sit still and rubbed my back. I faced Brando. "What happened to T-Troy?" I just asked. "How's Troy?" I asked again. Brando tilts his head and shuts his mouth. "At the clinic, that guy's nose just bled because he's so tired and he still hasn't slept. Don't worry baby, that guy is just fine." There was reassurance in Brando's voice but I didn't move. "Can I see him?" "Oh, Jack is there. You better go when you don't have his boyfriend over there." He said as he opened his fan.

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

Is this real? ‘Brandon is going down! This is insane!’

"Do you want to see?" Liv sucked in a breath before a shy smile tugged at her own lips. She nodded. Brodi stood and whipped off his mossy green henley exposing his superhero-sized chest with a large howling wolf's head covering his right pec and shoulder. When his fingers undid the button of his jeans, Liv threw a hand over her eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why are you going all Magic Mike on me?" Brodi stopped and cocked his head inquiringly at her. "Who is this Magic Mike?"