Don Vittorio Novels & Stories

“Let’s go, we have an Alpha to make a bargain with. And hopefully, a grandfather beta, who I think would be more than a little happy to know that his granddaughter will no longer be an omega in the fucker’s pack…” ********************************** “I must admit, Diego, I am surprised that you chose to come here yourself.” Alpha Vieri Sforza said, looking me in the eye. He sat at his desk as he invited both Giovanni and I for a glass of wine. One which I doubted was a good idea to take considering that he was still an enemy. “Take a sip of your wine, I am no woman that uses poison to kill my enemies. If I wanted you dead, trust me, both of you are not walking out of this office alive.”

# # # I pushed the office door open, and Vittorio stood before me, sixty two, hard guy, face blank, silver hair always slicked back. A towel dangled from his hands. He was trying to wrap it around my naked waist, but his fingers wasn’t fast enough. Age made him clumpsy. He’d been wirh my father before me. Buried bodies for him. Poured my first scotch when I was sixteen. His skin was pale, slack wirh age, but his eyes were the same. Loyal. “Don Alessino,” he said, voice steady. “Vittorio.” I keep my voice flat. Didn’t ask why he was in my office. Dons don’t ask why. They wait

I would never have agreed to a marriage of convenience without a real emotional foundation. I smiled faintly and continued softly, "If I could start over without any memory of the past, I might just make the exact same mistakes again. It's just that there is no such thing as what-ifs. I actually think things are pretty good for me right now." … Dante Vittorio, the Don of the Vittorio Famiglia, severed all ties with Leone after learning of Papa's fury at the banquet. He came to our house to beg for forgiveness, dragging Leone along with his broken legs.

Enjoy! A D O N I S - D E L L U C C I Age ✓ 31 years old Nationality✓ Italian Nickname✓ Donnie- DD Tag✓ Heir to the Dellucci empire Position✓ First grandson Parent✓ grandparents and Father Siblings✓ Ronnie Dellucci (25yrs) Behaviour✓ cold, aloof, Pokerface Relationship✓ once engaged Education ✓ All degrees cleared C A I T R O N A B A L B O A

Besides, this was another stage into my plan. "What battle ground? You had better be digging your grave. Don Vincenzo is not a man who you'd want to piss and I don't think he'd give you his blessings." Russo explained. "I don't even know why Julian put you up to this!" "I put myself into this. No one forced me into shit" I told him, letting him know I had full control of myself. "Don Vincenzo also be careful of Big Gris!" "You mean, Ris" Romano teased making me laugh out loud at my one time "stage" name.

she hung up and dumped her phone smiling, "I need to see all of Antonio's secretary, is that possible Donatus?" Vittoria asked as she stood up from her seat grabbing hold of her mug of coffee, "Yes but...but...what are you trying to do?" Donatus stammered, "Seizing everything that Antonio owns." Vittoria said smiling, "He may have forgotten our vow when we married in court but no, oh yeah, I think I did forget a bit," she sneered, "But now, that everything began to play out in my favour, I suddenly remembered," she smiled sheepishly at Donatus,

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

Taryn Vescari “Victory to Don Vittorio Moretti! Undefeated in the Crimson Vault Club!” Sergio Costanzo’s harsh voice boomed through the underground sub-level over the roar of the mob heavyweights. Vittorio’s thick arms and broad shoulders flexed as he wiped a line of dark blood from his knuckles. He turned toward my corner of the room and paused, his dark eyes locking straight onto mine. My chest tightened, a violent pulse of heat shooting straight to my core the way it always did whenever I stared at him for too long. I allowed myself one brief second to sink into his heavy glare, then forced my gaze down to the concrete floor.

No fake courtesy. Only power in its purest form. —Always so punctual —said Vittorio, offering him a cup of coffee. —And you're always so sellable —Dino replied, accepting the cup. They both smiled. The kind of smile only shared by men who understand that the world doesn’t turn by laws, but by blood pacts, silence, and lots of money. —I suppose you already know he's back —said Dino, taking a seat. —Alejandro Moretti? —said the commissioner, crossing his legs calmly—. He hasn’t made any illegal move… not yet.

“Why? Tell me why. We were friends. We were like brothers. I trusted you with my life. Why? Why would you do this? Why would you choose to hurt me, knowing what I went through after I lost Stella? You know how much she means to me. And you still did it. Why? Answer me!!” Vittorio broke down, sobbing. “I had to! You were becoming soft! You were changing! It was all because of her! She was making you weak! You were going to lose everything! The empire! The power! I had to do it! I had to make sure that you stayed strong! I had to make sure that you were the Don Marino everyone feared! I swear, I never wanted to hurt her... I just wanted to make you strong again.”