Frank Della Rocca Novels & Stories

I will always be there to protect her. I couldn't stop thinking about her, and what she was doing. So when my phone rang again, I expected to hear her voice. Unknown number. My chest tightened. I answered immediately. “This better be—” “Don De Luca.” The voice was smooth. Familiar. Frank Rinaldi. The world seemed to tilt sideways. I didn’t speak. “I believe we need to talk,” Frank continued. “Face to face. Right now.” “You have some nerve calling me,” I said flatly.

He had rushed here right after receiving the McCoys' call, stunned to find that fake Ichor Pills were already in the market in just a few days. He certainly had to stop Rocco when he arrived and saw that the latter was ready to hurt Frank—if Rocco really went through with it, Lyndon would be a dead man walking! "Finally, Mr. Zimmer. Please go in—let me deal with this," Rocco said politely. Even if he would refrain from being rude to Dan, he needed his satisfaction by beating up Frank! "Deal with what?!" Dan snapped, grabbing his arm. "Frank's a bona fide miracle worker. He's the one who refined the Ichor Pills—you won't find another across all of Riverton!"

Nor I have an interest in stepping out of America for no reason, I am not Alexander The Great. "Back on the earth, Hunter." Roch snaps her fingers in front of my face to bring me out of my thoughts. I see her sadness vanished and it brings me some relief. "I am sorry, Roch if my words saddened you but trust me he is a nice man." I try to justify my mistake. "Yeah, a nice man who tried to abduct Mrs. Aitana De Niro and also transpired against their previous Capo, Stefano but got a ass whopping defeat." She retorts back and whatever she said is true but every coin has two sides.

he said flatly, lifting a glass of whiskey to his mouth. Ice clinked as his fingers shifted. I couldn’t help noticing the small, bleeding cuts across his knuckles... and remembering what that man’s face looked like afterward. Goddess, Lorenzo was a sexy brute. “That’s me… Victoria Bian… Greco” I answered, standing there like I was in an interview. “About last night…” “The first time, you didn’t think the Greco family was worthy. You were too ‘precious,’” he cut in coldly, one dark brow lifting.

“You didn’t question him. You already know who did this.” Dontrell’s voice sharpened. “Rocco Valeri.” My stomach turned. "New Zealand’s mafia lord?" Dontrell nodded. "The same one I agreed to help transport his coke." I scanned a dead gunman. There—an emblem. A tattoo of Rocco’s face, his eye patch and all. "No doubt," I muttered. "It’s him." Dontrell scoffed. “Well, luck spared us? But we still need to check that warehouse. Let’s grab any working cars and—”

Immediatdiately, I turn back to take a peep at Graciela's face. I smirk at her and whisper. "I win, you lose," She groans. "Caitrona, just wait and see," she whispers back angrily. _The Infirmary_ I was just wondering how good Rocco Ferrari is, but luckily for me, he's not my type. Rocky opens the door. "Come in, didn't you say you were feeling pain?" I smile slightly at him, refusing to enter. "No, thank you, Rocco, I was doing what I did on purpose just now,"

He was a mentor but now Damian was more like a wolf hunting Aldo down. Aldo ran his hands through his hair in frustration, as he tried not to groan. A knock on the door brought him out of his dilemma. “Come in,” he said, and Rocco walked right in. He stood in front of Aldo’s table, his hands folded in front of his groin. “Sir, information reached me just now that Franco didn't come for his shift this morning.” Aldo narrowed his eyes. “Did you try tracking him?” Rocco nodded. “I tried doing that, but his tracker has been disabled.”

And no Jonas. “Shit!” Rocco barrels for Dakor, punches brutal and angry. Dakor is a bleeding mess as Rocco backs off. “L’hai ucciso, pezzo di merda!” “I told you, Papa!” Ferrari wheels, close enough to rub Godfather’s hand. “You should have sent Rocco.” Nephillim drags a hand over his face. Don of the Romanov familia. “What did you do?”

ROCCO "Traitor?" Sarcasm dripped off my tongue like acid. "Coming from you? That's rich." He raised an eyebrow, that unshakable smile still glued to his lips. "You went to the Camorra, Rocco. Walked away from loyalty—eternal loyalty, remember? And now you come crawling back like Alessandro's little bitch? You've outdone yourself."

his finger roamed her face slightly and moved under her nose before she shook her face to swat his finger off That earned her a strong smack across the face, bursting her lips with immediate effect. The fact that his fingers disgusted her made him furious and he couldn’t take the disrespect. “Where is Rocco? Where is the rat hiding? I am very sure he didn’t die that day. I got the information that he was operated on in a hospital but he already left before my men got there. Where is that dickhead hiding?” his growl was getting deeper with each word