Don Vittorio 소설 & 이야기

As soon as he bowed his head in greetings, his name appeared boldly on the LED screen. ‘Don Vito is the secret son of Don Mattia, who was murdered by Casper Blade twenty-six years ago because he had eyes on Jenna Blade. Dito wants to marry their daughter Cassandra to get revenge on Casper Blade for the death of his father. His intentions towards Cassandra Blade are vile.’ DNA reports and infant pictures of Vito and Mattia rolled with the subversive words. At this time, the women wanted to leave the party. They could already perceive what was going to happen when for the first time, fear registered on Casper’s face.

"I apologize for not being good company, Mr. Cirpriani." The other hummed, lifting his cup. "I know all about bones, dearest Viktor." "Though I think yours is from fucking your boytoy into the mattress, isn't it?" Viktor's breath hitched. "Mr. Cirpriani—" "Call me Bruno," the other interrupted. He tilted his head innocently. "We're friends, aren't we?" "O-Of course." Viktor nodded hesitantly. "Bruno, if this is about the failed merger between Borrelli industries and Donovan Enterprises," he swallowed, looking at the table.

The lead soldato tapped their car window impatiently with the gun in his hand. Vittorio got out of the car, trying to put on the airs of a future father-in-law. "How dare you! Do you know who I am? I'm Mr. Vincenzo Corleone's father-in-law! The Don of the Rossi family! You'd better go announce my arrival immediately! If something happens because of you, you won't be able to afford the consequences when Vincenzo hears about it!" He had expected the soldato to show some deference at the mention of the Rossi family and Vincenzo. Instead, the soldato just scoffed, giving Vittorio a condescending once-over.

He walked to the head of the table like he owned it, pulled out the empty chair opposite Giovanni, and sat. No one moved to stop him; the bodyguards bowed their heads. I glanced at Giovanni. His face was stone — but his eyes were brown fire, sharp like a lion who just found his prey. Rick leaned back, steepling his fingers. His gaze slid to me. “And this must be the famous Nella Moretti," he said, voice smooth as velvet over steel. “The one Vito took away from Madrid only to be bound by a contract to the Don. Isn’t that hilarious?

I was angry at myself for kissing Natalie. I was angry at her for kissing back. I was angry at Diego for interrupting us. I stared at the troubled expression on Diego’s face and immediately realised that whatever he was going to say next would only get me more upset. “Alpha Vincenzo has been killed “, he said.

“The bastard even refused me entry to my own daughter’s funeral and kept you as far away from me as he could.” I stared down at the plates, wondering how my life might have been different. “I wish you could have gotten to me. Those years were hell.” His gaze locked onto me, his brow furrowed. “I tried. I lost over a dozen men trying, half of them to the man lying in this house.” My eyes widened. “Domenico?” He nodded. “He was younger then, still working his way up. The anger in him…there is good reason they call him la Bestia, mia bella.”

“ I am fine. Thank you for coming to check on me. “ I said. He cut me off by laughing his ass off and standing up. He walked to the bar area and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He proceeded to pour me one too and then he walked towards me and handed me the glass. I hated whiskey because it was strong but I didn’t have the heart to tell him that so I kept it in my hands while he drank from his. “ Is that what you think I’m doing? “ He asked as he swirled his drink before taking a sip. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion wondering what he was getting at. “ Take a drink, my dear, “ he said. Despite the term of endearment, he had used, I knew he mean it as an order. Everyone, even Nikolai, kn

"Stepmother." A shiver ran through me. I couldn't stop it. The front door swung open and Lucas stepped back like nothing had happened, putting distance between us so smoothly it was almost choreographed. I turned to find Don Vittorio standing in the doorway. He was dressed for in a black suit, with his gray hair slicked back like he was going to a board meeting instead of coming home to his bride. His eyes moved between us. "Lucas," he said. "I didn't expect to find you here."

And standing beside her now, a shadow cast in old rage and fresh fury, was none other than Don Vittorio Ricci. His eyes glowed with hatred, locked squarely on Vincenzo, who was bloodied, bruised, and kneeling with iron defiance in his spine. Vincenzo lifted his head slowly, his voice calm, but cold as ice. "They killed themselves the moment they crossed the lines between business, respect, and personal boundaries." The slap cracked across his face. Don Vittorio’s hand trembled as he lowered it. "You bastard!" Vincenzo's lip split further from the force of the blow. He coughed, and blood stained his teeth. Still, he didn't look a

He raised an eyebrow, “What are you doing here?” Vittorio’s gaze instantly turned glacial. He recognized Dante Falzone. He was Gilbert Cross's closest friend, the only son of the Falzone. In addition to that, Dante was notorious as a playboy. He was wild, arrogant, and unrestrained. “What the hell are you doing?” Vittorio raised his voice. “Answer me.” Dante let out a low chuckle, casually draping his arm over my shoulder. “Can’t you see it? We’re kissing.”