Francisco Gattorno Novelas Novels & Stories

Belle broadened her eyes when she whispered. “Yes,” Franco said in a whisper. “How come Bianca, doesn’t know, and Gaby does? Isn’t Bianca supposed to know better than Gaby?” Clark asked “That nasty kid just found out about me,” Franco said while squeezing Gaby’s nose. “Aw! He can’t hide anything from me!” Gaby said, giggling. “He is my inspiration, and I want to learn every sport. Because Tito Franco can do all kinds of things. I learned from him some sports I know. It’s a pity because my dream of becoming an agent like him is vague.”

Her face shows the great liking of Arthuro's idea. "Sure! There are many there," he answered briefly. Now she felt pleasure in her body. She thought she wouldn't feel that because her mind was occupied with disturbing thoughts. “Thank you.” Her smile was wide. She also saw Arthuro's smile. She didn't realize that the car had stopped so she looked outside. She saw the gate with a large letter and a plaque with Hacienda Gatciano written on it. In the surroundings, she can say that it is very beautiful because she feels the fresh and like a fantasy garden because of the beautiful flowers.

Dante said as he gave me a file but his eyes were still focused on the document in his very before "I have no idea on who mr Franco is" I spoke, making sure to express a fake smile on my face "I'm mr Franco" a voice jolted me out of my thoughts and I gazed up at the direction of the voice. Franco is the same man whose gaze was dipped into my cleavages, God damn it Dante! what mess have you brought upon me? My eyes rimmed with anger and I could feel adrenaline pumping through my veins as I made my way towards Franco and I handed the paper to him.

Three years believing his lies. Pathetic. He stepped closer, cracking his knuckles. Then, the crowd started shifting, parting for someone else. Matteo. The room stilled as he entered. His eyes flicked to me, wet clothes clinging to my skin, then to Anthonio. Anthonio was quick. “We were just welcoming the new recruits, Lord Matteo.” Then his arm slid over my shoulders. My body stiffened, my heart stumbling against my ribs. “Right, Franco?”

༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒ “Say my name, Gattino.” His voice came out low, smooth, and controlled, the kind that didn’t need to be loud to make your body react. It wrapped around me, heavy and dangerous, as his body pressed mine deeper into the mattress. I could feel the weight of him, solid and unyielding, hovering just enough to remind me that I wasn’t going anywhere unless he allowed it.

He had a one-night stand in a popular resort in Las Vegas with a mysterious, virgin woman, who until now he is still trying to find and hoping to see again. “Hey, Atty. Garette, so when? When can I get close to that Ms. Fortunata Freely? Ouch, I don’t like her name, let me call her, Fort? Tuna? Nata? Hahaha. Hmm, I finally decided, I will call her Fortune.” Atty. Paolo said aloud again, which Atty. Garette answered with laughter.

Greedy bastard. So I brought backup. Dumb idea. I hate working with men. They shoot too early. Talk too much. Think with the wrong head, thier dick. Now Franco was dead, the car exploded, the girl gone, and Vittorio? Still breathing. Still untouchable. People say he keeps a witch. That she does rituals for him. Keeps him safe. Keeps death off his back. Now it felt like she was guarding Katarina too. Scarface thought he was slick.

Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Five- Emperor Franco Centauri Gervais- 164 yrs old Franco sat on his throne, finally back to his old self and feeling better because he threw caution finally to the wind. Of course, he found it trying to listen to their whining and excuses. But the more the people on his list spoke, the longer the list became as they revealed other guilty parties. He really didn’t care anymore, beyond he didn’t want to deal with Tatiana’s mess. So it connected many of her people to the Blood Traitor’s Network. All he could see there being any way that she wasn’t aware of their affiliation or had any other leaning herself.

“Wreck the project, and send it back here. Let the Morettis finish what they started.” I clenched my hands beneath the table, my nails digging into my palms. I counted the seconds as the dinner went on. I needed the perfect time to get out of here. Francisco leaned back, swirling his wine, then without warning leaned forward. “And if you betray this family,” he said, his voice dropping to a cold whisper, “I’ll be the first one to drive a bullet through that empty skull of yours.” He smiled. Not kindly.

I was the usual loose cannon in most situations, and he was the more levelheaded, but he also never had to deal with both his wife and daughter being kidnapped and abused. “Tell me something, Santoro,” Francisco said in a thick voice as he ripped Santoro’s clothes apart, leaving him in just his underwear. Most times, the guys do that for us, but we wanted to enjoy every single step ourselves. I leaned against the wall, and watched him do his thing, wishing like hell it was me slicing through his clothes. “How many times?” Francisco finally asked after a long pause as he waited for Santoro to quiet down his whimpering. “Everth dath,” he tried replying as more blood dripped from his mouth, mak