Don Vittorio Novels & Stories

He says shutting down Owen once again, he seemed a little agitated but shook his head. “Want to know what I believe Miss Hart, the friend that picked you up the night of the 16th, was Mr Vito Montalti, a known gangster who has ties to many illegal things. A man you have started to date, isn’t that right Miss Hart?” He asks with a smile on his face, his head tilted as though he was waiting for me to slip up.

he said flatly, lifting a glass of whiskey to his mouth. Ice clinked as his fingers shifted. I couldn’t help noticing the small, bleeding cuts across his knuckles... and remembering what that man’s face looked like afterward. Goddess, Lorenzo was a sexy brute. “That’s me… Victoria Bian… Greco” I answered, standing there like I was in an interview. “About last night…” “The first time, you didn’t think the Greco family was worthy. You were too ‘precious,’” he cut in coldly, one dark brow lifting.

"He’s mine. If you have him, I’d appreciate it if you let him go." Don Vittorio chuckled, taking another long drag before exhaling again. "Oh, I have him alright. But the thing is..." He leaned back against the plush seat, eyeing Ricardo with mischief. "I don’t think I want to give him back." Ricardo’s fingers twitched at his side, though he remained composed. "And why is that?" Don Vittorio shrugged. "I like the guy. Got guts. Not many walk into a place like this and don’t tremble." He tilted his head, lips curling into a smirk. "He entertained me."

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

"Sì." The man chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. "She looks soft," he noted, not as a compliment, but as a weakness. "Does she know who you are? Does she know what we do?" "She is learning," César murmured against my hair, his lips brushing my ear. The man leaned forward, extending a hand that was covered in ink. "I am Vittorio Alejandro Navarro," he said. "Cousin to the Don. A pleasure to meet you, Donna."

He shook his head, running a massive hand down his face as if he couldn't believe how far her imagination had run in a matter of seconds. "Jesus, doll, calm the fuck down," Vito said, his tone shifting back into that low, conversational rumble he used when the Don mask was tucked away and it was just him and her. "You think I just put a bullet in every man who keeps a secret from me? Give me some credit. Rico is okay, he is with Draco at the moment."

Valerio. He’s standing near the main staircase in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, looking every inch the powerful billionaire CEO; 6ft tall, hair perfectly styled and suit, and jaw sharp that it can cut. A hot Italian man. His eyes find me instantly across the room, and for a moment, everything else fades. The way he looks at me, dark, intense, unsettled, sends heat rushing through my body. He excuses himself from the group he’s with and walks straight toward me.

"That's because someone did but it's personal and not really something I discuss with strangers." "Fair enough." He extended his hand. "Julian Voss and you are?" "Donatella Vittorini." I shook his hand. He had tattoos peeking out of his shirt. Jovan didn't have sleeve tattoos, only a heart he'd drawn on his chest. His eyebrows went up. "Vittorini. Italian?" "Italian-American. Fourth generation. You?" "British, First generation immigrants. I came here for work and stayed for the weather." He smiled but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "May I sit?"

Before we left, he brought me to my parents' grave and swore in front of them. We squeezed into a small, moldy rented apartment when we first arrived in Novena, and the best meal we had then was bread. Leo would always push the bread to me and insisted I eat more because I was too thin. He would smile and say, "I'm used to living a hard life. This is nothing." Leo belonged to the bloodline of the Mafia family, and he soon became the all-powerful Don in Novena. As for me, I could spend limitlessly without working. He might have reserved the position of his Donna for me, but his heart was no longer mine.

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.