Don Vittorio Novels & Stories

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

“You think I don’t see it? You warn me she’s making me soft. Days later, she’s hit by a car with no plates, tinted windows, no trace. You show up here uninvited. You expect me not to suspect you?” Giovanni’s eyes narrowed. “You think I’d harm her?” “You’ve harmed for less.” He shook his head slowly. “Not this. Not her. I may not approve, but I’m not a fool. Killing her would break you. And a broken Don is bad for business.” The words hung heavy. Dante stepped forward. “Then who was it?” Giovanni’s gaze flicked to him, then back to me. “You have rivals. Enemies. Shadows that wait for weakness. Don’t mistake me for them.”

I handed him what I believed would ensure the lives of my soldiers. “I’ll say it again: Definitely not. I want them to be eliminated, and I want my fucking pharmaceuticals to be reverting back to Italy. I want the messy problem to be resolved right away. Why not ask our many allies in Asentrix—of which we have many—to assist in removing those Russians from the area? My fucking mafia is not to be taken likely; I want an example made out of these Russians.” My father suggested making me chuckle at his rants. “Dimitri, ora non è il momento di divertirti. Dopo aver risolto, puoi ridere.” Federico ha cercato di rimproverare.

The old Don was killed in an ambush by a rival crew. At the mass, Vito, the new Don, stood at the very front of the church. I'd rushed back from a job and barely made it. There were only two spots left in the church. One was right next to the new Don. The seat for his wife. The other was at the very end of the guest line. I figured, without even thinking about it, that the spot beside him was mine. So I walked straight toward Vito. But he looked right past me. "Sofia." He lifted his chin, just slightly. "Come up." Around me, the family elders and the heads of the different crews started whispering. "The next Don's wife is a beautiful woman." "Look at those two. They just fit." Vito took the

“ In short , you want me to beat him up ? “ asked Antonio . “ Yes ! There’s a reason why Damian kept you as his personal assistant and bodyguard and I am sure the answer isn’t simply your pretty face . “ said mr Donovan . Antonio rolled his eyes away , feeling even more annoyed . “ You just want me to beat him up , right ? “ asked Antonio . “ Yes ! Beat him up and shot at hit three times . “ said mr Donovan . “ Let’s be clear about one thing mr Donovan . I beat them up badly but I don’t kill people . “ said Antonio . “ I know ! That’s why I will not force you to kill anyone . I simply want you to shot him . After all , I need to be sure that you are courageous enough to shot at someone . “ s

They waited for a second or so before another one joined them. But this doctor wasn’t just anybody, he was Dimitri Vittori. Dimitri was one of the most successful surgeons in the country. In fact, the very hospital they were standing in was his. He was the owner of the other successful branches of the hospital under the name Vittori Health Care. Being 36, he had dedicated his life to saving the lives of other people. He was one of the most respected people in the world.

"You can't run this family alone, Julian. A Don needs a Donna beside him. That's not opinion. That's tradition, passed down from your great-grandfather, to your father, to me. It's not something either of us gets to decide we're done with." "I know the tradition." I keep my voice even. "Which is exactly why I'm taking another bride." Vittorio's head comes up sharply, and for one long second the room goes quiet enough that I can hear the woman's breathing beside him. "Baby girl." He crooks two fingers at her without looking away from me, and when she steps closer he grabs her by the wrist and hauls her against his side, his other hand cracking hard across her ass. She gasps, more out of shock

And now that error was standing in front of him with Vittorio Carozza, looking at him with eyes that held no recognition, no feeling, no connection to the man she'd once loved. "Dante Russo," Vittorio said, extending his hand. "Finally, we meet." Dante didn't shake it. Instead, he studied the man in front of him. Vittorio was younger than Dante expected. Mid thirties. Handsome in a way that was calculated, not natural. Everything about him was precise. Controlled. Deliberate. "Your father was reckless," Dante said flatly. "My father was emotional," Vittorio corrected. "He let his grief drive his decisions. He came at you and your wife with passion and rage, which is why you were able to pred

So instead, I forced myself to shift my thoughts somewhere else, and to something I could control like Don Vito and the war. Don Vito has said he didn't want peace, that he wanted to come out on top. To me, it sounded like typical old school thinking. The only thing that mattered to him was dominance, his reputation and his legacy. That was the only thing men like him cared about. But I couldn't afford to see it that way. The longer this dragged on, the more bodies that would pile up, and eventually someone important would make a mistake that couldn't be undone.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.