Doctor Giovanni Fire Force Novels & Stories

Her caption read: “As the new consigliere of the Corleone family, I’m so busy I don’t even have a moment to rest. But it’s all worth it for the family!” I looked at the post and laughed out loud. Busy with family business? Or busy burning through the last of the Corleone family’s cash? I couldn’t be bothered. I blocked her account. Just as I was settling onto a lounge chair at the villa, raising a glass of chilled champagne to my lips, my personal phone buzzed. The screen showed a private, unlisted number. I answered. “Good afternoon, Miss Madeline,” a deep, magnetic voice, laced with authority, came through the line. “This is Lorenzo Vitiello.”

“Tell me. How has your recovery been in the last few days? What memories have you regained? Have you reconnected to anyone you know?” “Fine, none and not really, unless you count the doorman in my apartment building,” his reply was dry, but Dr. Temple laughed heartily, touching his injured wrist with the tips of her fingers. As subtly as he could, he pulled his wrist away. He wasn’t sure if the burn was because of her touch in particular or if it was just the injury itself, but he found the sensation unbearable. She narrowed her reddish-brown eyes at him for a moment and then resumed her eerie smiling expression.

When the stick was burning, Diego pouted and whispered, "Bye, my love." Raverine looked at him with complete disgust then threw the burning stick to the dead woman's body. They waited for the body to burn completely and fall to ashes then covered it back with dirt. When the scrap was burnt and taken off thoroughly, they went back to the car. It was already eleven and Raverine still need to open his restaurant early tomorrow. "Is it really hard?" Diego blurted out while driving, “To forgive and forget the past?” Raverine did not answer and leaned his head to the car window. "Try to find a girl, a distraction could work. "

He raised his gun, not at Vlad's head, but at his hand, the one he was still holding near the comms device. Vlad's eyes widened, a flicker of genuine fear crossing his face for the first time. He knew Giovanni. He knew he was serious. "If you move that hand, I'll blow it off," Giovanni stated, his voice devoid of emotion, "Then I'll break every bone in your body, slowly. You'll wish for the quick release of the bombs you so lovingly planted." The smell of smoke and burning wires was growing stronger. More secondary explosions echoed, further away this time, as if Giovanni's team was detonating the exterior bombs strategically. The structure groaned, concrete cracking. Time was running out.

It was a ruthless, vicious smile. “It looks like you won’t turn around if you don’t hit a dead end! You seem to care about your female partner a lot. I’ll strip her and hang her up then. Let’s see if your mouth will still be reluctant to admit your mistake!” Alex’s eyes flashed. “You’ll regret saying those words.” Giovanni shook his head. “I never regret anything.” Having said that, he waved his hand. The dozens of disciples that stood behind him stepped forward, surrounding Alex and Cheryl.

The picture was an undeniable proof that Josh was indeed an important person, regardless of his outfit. "Wait, what? You're Mr. Giovanni's grandson?" Her tone had changed from suspicion to surprise. She now felt embarrassed for doubting him, and more than that afraid of his wrath. Giovanni was a ruthless and powerful Mafia boss, and as his grandson, she knew Josh couldn't be taken lightly, she didn't want to know how Josh might retaliate for the humiliation she had subjected him to earlier.

Gio says not looking away from the lake. [Translation: Thank you for coming] "Perché mi hai chiamato." [Translation: Why did you call me?] Gio sighs and looks at Vincent, "Sono sulle ragazze." Oh no, Vincent thought, let it be something good. "Lavorano per l'FBI." [Translation: they work for the FBI] "What?" Gio sighs, "Ho parlato con Kat e mi ha detto tutto." [Translation: I spoke to Kat, and she told me everything]

*_In Giovanni's car_* "So, do you want to tell me why your dad is with my kids?" Ava asked. She watched as Giovanni moved to face her better. "Remember how I told you my mom died in an accident?" Giovanni asked. When Ava nodded, he continued. "Your dad set the car on fire," Giovanni explained. "That's not true," Ava countered.

I had intended to leave her alone for a few days, to let her miss me, to let the fire I started simmer and grow but then she called, not with longing, but with judgment and dismissal. That was unacceptable. A hard knock sounded at the door. I rubbed my temples, trying to force the image of Sofia's horrified face out of my mind. "Avanti," I grunted, my voice still tight with irritation. The door pushed open and Giovanni stepped inside, closing it silently behind him. His gaze immediately went to my side. "The injury, boss. How is it?" Giovanni asked looking worried. "It's fine," I said dismissively, waving a hand. "The bullet only grazed me. It barely hurts." Except when I carry a woman who s

I thought impatiently as Giovanni hasn't gotten to the point of the reason for the meeting. "Well, as you all know, I fired my assistant last week for her incompetence and lack of proper speech, " Giovanni informed them. He didn't look towards me because if he does, then I'll make sure that he dies right on his chair with my murderous look. Incompetence? When Giovanni paused for a while, I thought he was finished talking about the bad news but he wasn't instead, he continued talking about how sorry I was to the board of directors and also to him. His lies got me angry and it made me diverted his attention by coughing.