Dio Brando Part 1 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."

Brody seems not to really get the severity of the unfolding drama because he tilts close to me to whisper back that he’ll be at the other end of the room. And that is all it takes for the demon in Cicero to snap. He lunges over, and his fist lands a solid blow on Brody’s face. The two men crash into each other, knocking over my drink and nearby chairs. The people in the bar scatter around. Brody has Cicero on the floor, smashing on his face before Cicero tackles him down to the floor and his fist begins smashing repeatedly into Brody’s face. I see a burst of blood, and I leap up to tug at the back of Cicero’s shirt. His whole body feels frenetically heated, like he is on fire.

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

I did not want to relive this. “That night, Brando came with a...girl. She looked so young, barely older than eighteen. It was a strip club, but it wasn't unusual for people to do stuff in public. It was basically an open club, a sex club, if you like. Brandon...did things to her". Some emotion surfaced in her voice. “She was willing at first, them he wouldn't stop and...he has weird...likes. she passed out. And they just took her away, and he moved to another girl." Her eyes had a faraway look. “They were all, asking, willing."

4, while I was learning the technique. WTF? Aye Dios Mio. My head was going to explode. No, it exploded. My heart went crazy. Brody was a virgin.... Brody was a virgin. BRODY WAS A VIRGIN!!! Brody: U still there? Me: I think my brain exploded. I'm checking around the room for brain matter splatter. Brody: Is it that big of a deal? Me: No. Not really, but, am I really going to be your first?

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?”

What had he included in the second part, that he was worried about the audience’s reception? Well, I didn’t need to wait much longer. After one last endless commercial break, the clock hit zero and the stream switched to the theater, where everybody was back to their seats. A moment later, the feed focused on the box seat was minimized and pushed to the bottom corner, and the screen turned black. The second episode opened with Brandon by the Quabbin, sitting on my fallen tree again, elbows on his knees, looking ahead, intercut with those awesome shots Ted had taken with the drone flying low around the Manor. Brandon’s first words set the mood right away.

War Drums The cracked phone screen cast harsh light across Sandro’s face, turning his features into something demonic. Elena watched the color drain from his expression as the surveillance clip ended, leaving only the damning freeze-frame of Luca handing over the USB drive like it was nothing. “Motherfucker,” Sandro snarled, voice low and lethal. He set the ruined phone down carefully this time, though his fingers lingered as if he wanted to crush it into dust. The tender man who had just worshipped her in the shower was gone. In his place stood the Don, cold, calculating, and ready for war.

Brandon- the dust just before the rain comes down. Cody- color of his eyes? Brandon- brown. Cody- where is Nova? Brandon- stop it .. I see what you are trying to do. I am not crazy, his my mate. Cody- name of your previous male partner. Brandon- I, I.. fuck you!!!