Don Vittorio Novels & Stories

“ Vittorio? Who the hell is that?” “ Dante Ricciardi's junior brother. The ruthless underboss of the Ricciardi family.”

“Do you think he’s behind Michael’s disappearance?” “I don’t know what I’m thinking!” Vincent was so done with these people. Couldn’t they just answer like normal people? “I just want to know who this man is. What do you know about him?” “Vittorio Anthony Falsetti,” Ajax told him. “Also known as Diavolo, which means Devil. An American-Italian mafia gangster. The drug kingpin. And of course, a wanted criminal in more than fifty countries. He’s not the man you trifle with. He has got connections all over the world. Ever heard about the Five Families?” He raised an eyebrow.

Vittorio’s voice came again, this time sharp with an unmistakable edge of annoyance, the cold tone forced me to snap my gaze away from my wife. Vittorio was staring at me, his eyes narrowed, his jaw set in a hard line. I knew he was furious that I had acted without his counsel, but I was the Don of the Romano family. I made my own decisions. Soon enough, he would understand exactly why. “She is Scarlet Romano,” I replied, my voice smooth, and calm. I kept my posture relaxed, masking the deep-seated hatred I held for the old man. “My wife.”

, he said and she blushed. "We would love to chat more but we need to see my parents now", Enzo wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her towards him. Her heart beat sped up as her cheeks heated. Getting the hint, Viktor nodded and walked away. "Who is he?", Arieon asked Vincenzo as they walked away. "Viktor Ivovk, Don of the Russian Mafia", he answered her. She nodded. "Son", a deep rich Italian voice called. Enzo tensed a little before turning to see his father. "Father", he said and cleared his throat. His eyes landed on his mother and he smiled, "It's nice to see you again, mom".

Why the fuck did you kill him" I came closer to him, my eyes level with his, but all he did was whine, blood spilling from his thigh. "She asked you a fucking question did she not?" Alessandro barked, slamming his fist into Ivan's cheek, and a few teeth spurted out onto the floor, including his golden one. "It's just business" Ivan managed to say. "He was threatening to kill my son and I couldn't let him. Alessandro laughed amused at his words. "How old is your son Ivan?" "He's twenty two" Ivan trembled. "So your son can handle himself can't he hm? You don't need to fight your son's battles when he's a fucking grown adult" Alessandro yelled giving Ivan another punch in the face, I could

“You’re the reason we’ve been able to keep the peace. You’re a true leader.” Donovan smiled, basking in their praise, feeling the camaraderie that bound them together. “I appreciate all of you. It’s not just about me; it’s about all of us. Together, we’re stronger.” As he watched the video of the inciter’s failed attempt to rally the factions against him, he felt a sense of pride swell within him. Despite the dangers lurking in the shadows, he had established a network of loyal allies, ensuring that his reign would not be easily threatened.

He called gently and I looked at him as saliva gathered in my mouth while I tried to act natural. "Meet my brother, Viktor Sokolov." He introduced and it felt like a bucket of ice had been thrown onto me. 'This man was Viktor Sokolov?' I gasped as it now hit me why he looked so familiar. I had seen this man before on this news several times because he was a military soldier captain and it was nothing good. Mostly about him bombing other armies, sneaking an attack or planning a coup. A reporter had once said that the only difference between this man and a Black mamba was that this man could walk so what Don Luciano doing besides him?

“You’ve had an interesting day, haven’t you?” “Don Viditori,” I acknowledged with a slight nod of my head. The Don dealt primarily in weapons these days, with no children to take over the family business. I knew personally that he was looking for someone to take on his Bratva one day and would likely be a primary target for Konstantin to get on his side. “A word. He chuckled but swept his hand to the empty seat beside him. “Sit, Pakhan.” I did so, the others leaving the table at once. “I’m certain you have heard of the war.”

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

“ Did you go behind our plan?” I stilled, hearing another accusation for this night. “ Our plan was to destroy the event, right? Mission successful–” “ Don’t fucking go sarcastic on me!” He looked at where I was and I was unbothered. Allistori grip the gear tighter and I’m still unbothered. “ Why does the Don know about Vittorio? Did you let him know it beforehand so he won’t hand his mob to Sebastian? Did you fucking help Giovanni Dela Vin become your greatest enemy?”