Don Vittorio Novels & Stories

Oscar's voice shook as he struck Bernardo across the face once more. "Mr. Olivieri is the most powerful Don in Sicelia. He could erase a family from Newvale City with a mere gesture. "Remember, without Mr. Olivieri's support and protection, the Vito family would've been long gone!" Bernardo was stunned, as if struck by lightning, and turned to look at me mechanically. The woman he ridiculed as a simpleton, whose assistant he allowed to shame and strike with impunity, was none other than the daughter of Sicelia's most powerful Don.

He lit a cigarette and stared at the passenger seat for a long while, his expression unreadable. Just then, Marco's call came through. "When are you coming over, Don Corleone? Everything in Brodlyn's set. We're just waiting on you." "Be right there." Vincenzo crushed his cigarette and started the engine. Marco clicked his tongue and teased, "Don't tell me you're with Ms. Lina again last night? That's a bit much, even for you. You're not actually serious about her, are you?" Vincenzo chuckled softly. His tone was tinged with impatience, and even a hint of disdain that he didn't seem aware of himself. "Serious about what? She's just for fun."

JILLIAN “Who is Carina?” The doctor asked leaning a bit closer. “She is my proof,” I answered confidently. The doctor took his laptop of the bag he has with him and typed things on it. “What is her surname?” I realized I don’t know that I can’t answer. My stepmom’s smirk made me grin. “Suero,” Angelo whispered. “Suero,” I said smirking back to my stepmom. The doctor continued doing whatever he is doing and turn the laptop to me. There are arrays of pictures of woman with the same name on the screen. It’s an online site with tons of users. I pointed at her picture, so the doctor clicked on it.

What? "I was married before your father," Vittoria said, her voice thick with old pain and shame. "To a Russian man named Dmitri Smirnov. He was Pakhan even then, though his empire was smaller, younger. We met when I was barely eighteen." Massimo's mind was reeling. His mother ”his proud, elegant mother who had always embodied Italian tradition and Valentino loyalty married to a Russian mobster? "I don't understand!"

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

“Sayonara Sato.” “Karera wa Anata o neratte iru, Don Antonio (They're coming for you, Don Antonio).” Kenji sneered in his foreign dialect before letting out a gruesome painful scream as the torture began. ° ° ° “Run a background check on that girl and bring her to me.” Antonio ordered his right hand man, Bruno. “The badass who shot Sato?” Antonio didn't respond to his theatrical question. “As you wish.” Bruno playfully saluted the boss and strutted out to carry out his instructions.

Even after years away, it took mere minutes for him to see nothing had changed. The Dons, now rivals, betrayers of the Lucchese blood, still skulked like rats in the shadows of their fear. Vincenzo knew: no matter what he did, none would dare strike him here, not in front of everyone. Not when a single reckless move would only hand him more power, the perfect justification to light the fuse of an unprecedented war and reduce all they’d built to ashes. “Vittoria, back to the altar,” he ordered, his voice low, sharp, almost bored, as if he’d expected more resistance, more drama.

Just as I started to wonder if he had changed, the arrogance I knew so well resurfaced. "I'll say this one last time. Get in the car now, and I'll pretend none of this ever happened." That was classic Vittorio. He was the Don, a man who wielded absolute power. Even when he was trying to convince me to come back, he made it sound like he was granting me a favor. I had no idea how he'd found me, but the fact that he'd come all the way here and was willing to say these words was already the greatest concession someone like him could offer.

Scanning it for any virus, Dawn downloaded the file that turned out to be a video. Lowering the volume so that he would wake Aqua up, Dawn played the clip. Although the resolution was poor, the mafia boss could easily recognise the faces and voices of his loyal subordinates. More importantly, the anger that was kept at bay over the last few days resurfaced and boiled over unrestrained as he kept his eyes trained on Ricardo’s figure. The traitor ruthlessly brought a Swiss knife down on the hand of Dawn’s most trusted bodyguard when he spoke out against the turnover for leadership.

We still have so much more to do together. Our heads shot to the door as we heard someone kicking it. I know this is Lorenzo and Johnny's father wanting us. The door flew open, and Lorenzo and Matteo walked in, smirking at us. With every step they took, we stepped back. I walked in front of Viona, trying to protect her from this evil man in front of us. "Don't worry, my love, I have come to take you back," Lorenzo said to Viona, and just as he reached to grab her, I kicked him in the groin, making him fall to his knees.