Donatello Rottmnt Romane & Geschichten

The guard bowed and left, and within a few seconds, the head of the Rossi Cartel, Koen Rossi and his wife, Lavena Rossi, stepped inside the room. They both looked extremely terrified and panicked. Lavena Rossi even had tears in her eyes, which intensified his confusion. “What happened?” He asked them. They both looked at each other before trailing their gaze at him. Koen Rossi stepped forward. “Mr. Salvino….my daughter….” He hesitated. Terror was evident in his voice.

Since then his name sparked fear in the mafia world. With the powerful power of the Russo family led by Dante and the threat of the assassin guild, the Russo's family were invincible and unstoppable. Only a fool would attack them without adequate preparations. Conti had been a fool to even think about usurping power from Dante. Snap! Snap! Dante was snapping his fingers in front of my face. "Earth to Camilla, where did your daydreaming take you to?" he asked me, a trace of amusement evident in his voice. "I wasn't daydreaming," I replied.

"You thought you would be set for life by sleeping with Eric, even though you had slept with Dominic before, when that plan fell flat, here you are again sleeping with Dominic, have you no shame?" "You slept with Eric?" Dominic's voice came like thunder from the door. Rosetta turned around all meek and proper again. "Son, I didn't want to say anything but I cannot keep quiet and watch this charade any longer, you deserve better than this." “Mom, not now please.” he gestured to the door, and Rosetta, forever graceful, sauntered to the door. Before she stepped on the threshold, she turned to Dominic, who was still shooting daggers at me.

The man on the chair immediately starts to shake and I bit back my disgust when I notice he wets himself. Enzo sighs, shaking his head. “That’s the fourth time in thirty minutes.” The man in question sobs, although it is muffled because of the gag in his mouth. “What have you gotten so far?” “A new Monterro is in charge of our dealings. It’s the name I am looking for.” I take in the man, noting Enzo had already removed five of his fingers and from the way his legs were bent, Enzo had broken his knees too. “He is afraid of you. When I mentioned your name, he wet himself. And he did so again when you walked in.”

One voice cut through the others like a blade. “…the shipment routes are compromised. If Enzo thinks he can run his own plays behind my back, he’s more stupid than I gave him credit for.” My stomach dropped. That voice. Deep, controlled, laced with quiet fury. I’d only heard it a handful of times—at family dinners Enzo dragged me to, always from across the room. Dante Moretti. Enzo’s father. The Don. I froze, glass halfway to my lips again. What the hell was he doing here? Enzo said this was our night. Private.

The two ran to the water like kids wetting themselves and jumping without hesitations and fear. While arranging the stuffs I brought, I suddenly realized something and look back at them. They seriously look like humans; they can be wet. I watched them until Angelo came to me running and taking his sleeves off him. My breath shortened seeing his half naked body. His 6 pack abs are outshining the sun. A gulp followed after I close my mouth for almost drooling over his sexiness. “Don’t you wanna join us?” he asked panting a bit.

"B for Balducci. R for Regnante. A for Alleva. V for Vitali. E for Ettore. BRAVE." "Ettore? Who is Ettore?" "Vincenzo (Vincent) Ettore Moretti." "Ah." "They were such good boys, then everything just...fell apart." Teresa reminisced as she stirred the pot, a sad smile on her face as tears welled in her eyes. "It was so horrible. Oh God, the boys never recovered, they all went dark. You have to understand something, Rosalie, they weren't always like this. They weren't evil. But since that day, they never were the same..."

He cursed aloud, his hand curling into a fist, nails digging at the heel of his palm. Donato Markov is one of the personal bodyguards he assigned to look after Erin back in Italy and the one that secures the area around the mansion. He must be spying on her and know when to strike when a disturbance comes. And it did. He must be the one that burned the control panel at the powerhouse and followed Erin to the fences where he made his escape. However, Nikolai only knew a little of him. Their personal data was inside the folder. Usually, Akim scanned and asses his men, and if Donato had succeeded in infiltrating his estate discreetly, this must have been planned long before.

"What's the deal now? Heard you're returning to Italy. That's peak entertainment." The other danger sitting beside me cocked his head. "Careful what you hear next, Donatello. It might not be as entertaining as you think." No humour, plain and straight warning. Donatello looked offended as his chest raised up and down with an irritated expression on his face as he pressed his lips together. "Still," he mocked. "You realise if you leave Russia what it'll cost, right?"

-” “I know what a consigliere is Carlos” “Oh oh, okay” “So who is his advisor basically the person running the cartel for him” Bring another picture to the screen Carlos points out “They call him Scarfaced but his real name Donatello Luigi” “Interesting, go on” As I fold my arms and stroke my chin “After Alfredo was arrested, Donatello Luigi also known as Scarfaced came into the scene, we don't know how he came or from where he came but we know for sure that he fixed everything for Alfredo”