Francisco Gattorno Novelas Novels & Stories

Fransisco nodded immediately and did as he was told, fingers flying across the screen before he pressed the phone to his ear. The first ring went unanswered. He tried again and faced the same fate two more painful times. Lowering it tentatively, he said, “Sir, he's not picking—” Before he could finish, the door opened and in strolled the devil, unaware of the storm brewing. Leonardo watched as he walked towards him, casting a glance at Francisco who immediately shrank back, already knowing how things were about to play out. “Grandpa,” he dipped his head in quick greeting. “I left some documents the last time I came over so—”

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I excused myself from the table and Lorenzo and Carlos followed. In my office, the whiskey burned down my throat as Carlos leaned back, feet on the edge of my desk. Lorenzo stood against the window, silent as stone. “Who would’ve thought?” Carlos said, his grin wide. “Giovanni Moretti, the first one to get tied down.” “Hmm.” Lorenzo’s grunt was low. “You’ve been out of sorts all damn evening, princess,” Carlos prodded him. “Shut the fuck up before I put you in the ground,” Lorenzo shot back.

Francisco gulped feeling his throat dry. “Have some water Mr Verninan.” Stephano told the man who was quick to grab the glass of water present on his table and gulping it down. “What do you think? Is the deal nice?” Stephano's eyes were still on Francisco but Flame knew the question was directed at him.

Antonio commented and shook his head. “Do you still have it? Maybe I can trace it down to where it was bought, and who purchased it.” Rafaelle said. “I do. But I broke it.” He gave me a blank look. “And why would you do that? A magnet would have done the job just fine to disconnect any signal.” “I didn’t want to take any chances.” I shrugged. It didn’t matter anyway as I knew it was Gataenos’s doing. “We underestimated the bastard.” Antonio sighed and I nodded in agreement. Gaetano was an eager man, and it appeared that his eagerness had no limitations if it meant he would get what he wanted.

"That's enough prying gattina" "What is gattina? And why won't you let me ask more questions?"Nicole whined like a child. He narrowed his gaze at her"Gattina means kitten and I have the right to stop you from asking me questions pertaining to my life" Nicole felt frustrated. She was here trying to know more about him and he was restricting her. She gulped down the third glass immedately and poured herself a fourth. Then a fifth. A sixth followed. She gulped down to an eighth glass.

My father and his plots made sure of it. “Charlotte?” I must’ve zoned out as Francisco is standing in front of me with a look of confusion. “Who is this?” I ask abruptly. My annoyance was evident. “His name is Roman, Mon Cher. He has something to share with you.” “I’m not interested.” I say as I turn to walk away. I’m stopped in my tracks as I hear my unwanted guest speak. “You don’t want to know how I crushed that woman’s hand?” I turn quickly to see a smile appear on his face.

"Someone else is coming? Who?" Jonas had just finished asking when the door suddenly opened. "Sorry I'm late." A baritone voice of a man said. I was stunned to see the pair at the door. "Mr. Atanante! Good evening." Mr. Francisco suddenly stood up and warmly greeted Mr. Atanante and shook hands with him. "Mr. Francisco, good evening. Have you guys eaten?" Mr. Atanante greeted back. I bent down and suddenly seemed to shrink. If earlier I was eager to eat and taste the rich dishes of this restaurant, now I felt as if I had suddenly stepped on the number. I'm not ready to eat with Mr. Atanante in the same table as this close.

"Don't they teach you in the butler school how to knock before entering? “I whisper. "You with the butler again. I told you already. My name is Francisco!" He said with an odd accent. It sounded like a mix of French, Spanish, and Italian all in one phonetic melody, "but you can call me Francis if that's easier. Anyways, can you point me in Omar's direction? I have something important to report." I point downwards to my lap. He walks closer, peeking over the sofa's back to witness the large piece of a man sleeping like a baby.

The chances of getting caught made him nervous but he had decided to dismiss these thoughts and mainly focus on getting her out of Dante's house. "Where to Franco huh?" Gallo asked mockingly as he leaned over the car window to get a clear view of Franco. "I thought of checking out the new ladies and the casino we just opened " Franco clearly was pleased that even his voice wasn't giving away a thing. He leaned over in his seat and looked over at Gallo who shook his head in disbelief. "Now that's the Franco I know.." He replied and adjusted himself before opening the gates automatically. Franco was proud of himself that now he managed to get through the gates of the Conzalato mansion without