Doctor Giovanni Fire Force Novels & Stories

What the fuck? Giovanni yelled out to another psycho with an impressive beer gut and in a too small leather jacket to get the fucking car and drive it inside. Amber caught her father’s gaze. “Padre? What did you do? How did you make them have seizures?” “I cannot tell you all our secrets Figila.” “And Ghost was not a psycho I take it?” she said. “No. He was not one of us. Just a hired gun they brought in,” confirmed Giovanni.

“And I will. Consider it a welcome gift for your husband who just got back from abroad.” Cristiano was abroad the whole time? Was he… was he the caller behind the German number? I didn't even get the chance to ponder on an answer when I saw the screen begin to light up. “Do it.” Giovanni had ordered one of his men over the phone. Tears blurred my vision as I watched flames erupt in the warehouse, spreading quickly. Smoke billowed into the sky, and the camera carried by the drone shook as the fire almost caught up to it. My heart shattered into a million pieces.

He parked his car at a safe distance, some meters away before stepping out, his gun tucked safely at his waistband. He walked closer to the scene. A group of patrol men was already on ground, inspecting the area. The fire was put out, leaving the car burnt and bare. “Good morning, officer.” Giovanni greeted, shaking hands with one of the uniformed men. They exchanged pleasantries for a minute before Giovanni walked away, going closer to the car. Something about the car looked too familiar to him. He tried to look at the number plate but it was all burnt out. He placed his hand on the car as realization hit him like a tornado. His legs felt weak and he almost fell forward. He tried to pull th

I said, unable to keep the defensiveness out of my voice. He exhaled, his jaw tightening. “The big deal is that Zion belongs to the Giovanni family.” I stared at him, trying to process what he’d just said. “Do you know the Giovanni family?” I asked. Lionel let out a bitter laugh, “We have history,” he started grimly and dread crawled up my chest, this can't be good “John Giovanni, his father... he was the one who set the fire to out house, the fire that killed your mother and brother.”

“Every word. I’m telling you this because I will need your assistance in getting the Dobres off your back for good. Of course, I would leave Italy when we are done working together. You are under no condition to—” Giovanni interrupted Ricardo by slamming the folder shut, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. “Are you kidding me?” His voice cracked as he glared at Ricardo, but there wasn’t anger in his eyes—it was something raw, something pained. “They did this to you? And you didn’t tell us?” Ricardo blinked, startled. He opened his mouth, but Giovanni was already moving, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. “You were a kid, Ricardo! A kid, like Luca! Younger than Laz! And

his voice is almost a growl. I wasn't wrong in my speculations. All of him is screaming of force and power. Even his voice. I couldn't help but feel scared. "I'm Leon Versius Reniel Mondragon. It's nice to meet you again, Mariel Evangeline Cuevas." He introduced himself stiffly in his very brusque voice. I stood up slowly, and with a trembling hand, I accepted his outstretched palm. I could clearly see in his eyes the amazement at whatever it was he was seeing now.

Praise Renard was awake long before dawn. The digital clock on his bedside table glowed 5:12 A.M. He had barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes, the same memories resurfaced: cold gray eyes, an unreadable expression, and a calm voice that had dismantled his entire world with three devastating words. “You’re fired.” Praise stared at the ceiling, breathing slowly. Seven months had passed since Vanel Lense had been erased from existence. Yet those words still echoed as sharply as they had on that humiliating night under the bright lights.

As the little bell on top of the door rang out a sweet tune, both Lani and Blake twisted around expecting another package but were instead faced with Jax' angered face. "Jax? What's wrong?" Lani asked. "The feds, they're here." "What?" Blake said with his face etched in confusion, "What'd they want now?" "They're here to snoop around, they know about the fire and they want to know what happened," Jax spoke in a bored tone. "What? The fire that happened nearly a month ago? I call bullshit," Blake laughed as he placed more paint in Lani's hair. She giggled shortly before returning her attention back to Jax, "He's right, there's nothing to investigate," Lani added.

Please, it will really mean a lot to me," Giovanni mimics. “Don’t forget its not too late to throw you out.” “You wouldn't dare.” "Can you still see her?" I ask, trying to determine if Valentina is still within sight. “Can you still see her.” Giovanni mimics. “You seem to forget I was trained by a mafia.” “I shiver in fear,” he says hissing. “You really underestimate me many times.” "Start this thing and let's get out of this place before pictures of our lifeless bodies circulate the news by tomorrow," Giovanni urges.

I frown when I see Tia is not coming in after me. I close the door when she shakes her head at me. I walk over to his bed and take a seat. “You wanted to see?” I ask. He nods. “Look here, I was thinking I don’t want you telling anyone about what I’m about to tell you.” He makes me promise. I nod. “Okay I won’t tell anyone.” He was worrying me. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could someone opened the door. “Hi sorry to disturb you, but I’m with the Arson investigator squad. I am Fabian Marr.” He introduces himself.