Dio Brando Sons Novels & Stories

“Tell me, Santino, is this her?” The two look so alike yet so different. There is no doubt that they are twin brothers. While Santino has blond hair, Maximo has smokey gray hair. They are both littered in tattoos, I can see it from their neck all the way up to their wrists. Maximo however has a more rugged look, while Santino is a suit and tie type of man who is most likely a clean freak. They both ooze so much danger, my instinct is telling me to run for my life. It's telling me that there is something unusual about the auras these men emit.

As my mother stands with the crowd and happily signals the photographer to take a good photo of us, I held my breath and listened carefully to my own father's important announcement. "I have two sons, both of them is strong enough to be this pack's next Alpha King. However, as the one who has the power to choose my crowned prince, I will announce tonight what is needed in order for one of them to be chosen." I shake my head and look at Brad beside me, I whisper something which is only meant for him. "You can take the role Brad, I don't think that father has to require anything from us. We both inherit his skills and bloodline but you are the elder son so I am stepping back and giving it to y

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."

“Very well then, it’s god.” “It took you a while to place a call to me.” Byron eyed Lex across the stirring. “It is all for the greater good, friend. We want to see you soon; your initiation date has been set. I will send Gbenga to get you when the time is approaching.” “Ok, do tell me beforehand. I have a lot on my hands as we speak.” “Very well.” The line went dead. “Who was that?” Byron inquired, Lex hit the ignition. “Spokesman for The Sons, god.”

Brandon felt a little childish! ‘Is she can solve this problem?!’ Brandon wondered. Then he thought about the short title and the tough question. Although he had several solutions to this problem, all of them were dead ends. Brandon Luisones, the only son of an oil tycoon, ranked in the top 100 in the world and chairperson of a multinational textile corporation with a scale in the top 10 of this country. His family is wealthy, and almost ranked first in this city, but Brandon’s face is very rarely to see by other people because his parents do not publicize Brandon to the press and Brandon Nor did he like people to know him as the son of an oil lord.

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.

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.

I'm eager to finish this call and return to what we were doing. "You won't believe who Hazel's mother signed that contract with," he starts, and my heart sinks. That was really quick of Brando to find out. I rise to my feet and swiftly leave the room, not wanting Hazel to overhear my conversation with Brando, even though I know she'll ask about it later. "Go on," I urge him as I step into my office, ready to hear the unsettling news. "She signed the contract with Ezio Mauro, Aldo's son," he answers. My heart skips a beat at the mention of the name. I swallow hard as anger boils inside me.

Anna asked Brian and he nodded “Thanks!” Damian nodded “Don’t mention it!” Brian replied shortly “So, you don’t want to move back here?” I brought the topic again “I had discussed it with Sandra a couple times, but with Sonia, they don’t want to be apart and their job there and many other things….” Damian tried to explain “Ahhh come on!!! You have Fai, me, and I have a bunch of friends here, job is easy one. Right, Fai?” Brian replied Damian “Yeah! Damian, we’re brothers, say what you want, I’ll help!” I told him

He trembled from pain and rage as he glared at the photo which had been sent to him with an unknown number, cursing loudly, whipping his cane around. "That fucking cocksucker!" He raged. "He killed my son! Antonio has drawn the line for a war between us. He took one of mine, so I will take all of his!" He turned to the armed man who delivered the news to him. "Gabriele! Get me my sons." He growled. "Yes, Don." Gabriele rushed out of the study immediately, dialing a number on his phone to call Dante's three sons. Dante actually had five sons, referred to as the Russo Brothers. Antonio had killed one, Claudio, the last of the brothers. The oldest, Leonardo was out of the country on business, l