Novel & Cerita Frank Della Rocca

"What the fuck is he doing here?" "He's with me Luca. Leave it," I told him harshly. "You're aware that he not only kidnapped your children and tried to control them with drugs but he's also the reason you've come close to death so many times?" Luca seethed. His eyes shifted from green to black and his fists were clenched at his side while his canines appeared from his gums. "And you're aware that the only reason he did that is because of Nicole Stone? Correct?" I asked with just as much venom.

I laughed. Frankie stood, walking over to the counter, and grabbed the bottle of whiskey. “So with bad news always comes good news.” I was more confused now. “So what’s what?” Frankie walked back over, refilling everyone’s glass. Luca walked over to Spot, got on one knee, and started petting him. “So the bad news is, they want it.” He stood and walked over to us, “Rocky has apparently been following you for a few years. Each job, he also worked, but under different names. I’m honestly surprised you didn’t notice that.”

I didn’t even know the man personally, and yet, here I was, dreading even meeting him. “But there is something that you are going to need to know if you are to be an ally, Donatello.” Alessandro said, looking out the window as the plane touched the ground. My heart raced, and I watched as my mate stood on his feet, hanging up before the door opened. The fact that the pilot didn’t even taxi, and I knew that it was because of the men who were waiting for him. A man entered, the scar on his face was one that made my stomach churn. His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake.

he stated softly, but the sheer rasp in his voice was enough to freeze the entire coastal square. Rocco didn't take a single step back. Instead, he smirked with that insufferable, aristocratic ease. "If her man leaves a woman this beautiful all by herself to faint under the scorching sun, then I am going to wrap my arms around her waist," he countered. However, he emphasized the "wrap my arms around her waist" part with a heavy, deliberate dose of mockery, explicitly aiming to dig right into Matteo’s nerves.

he said with a smirk on his face. He was such a cocky bastard. I opened my mouth to swear at him but I was stopped from doing so by a distinct accented voice. "Long time no see, Sienna," Rocco said in Italian as he entered the booth, and I shook my head while smiling. Rocco owned the Santa Maria. He was a tall and well built man. His muscles were accentuated by a tight T-shirt which he wore with a pair of leather pants. His head was full with neatly tousled jet black hair. His face was sharp and defined and he had light stubble around his face. He was a handsome man indeed.

“I suggest you speak now, ragazzo. Torture is Cara’s most favorite sport. You’ll regret not talking.” He then pulled the knife out of his thigh… slowly. Dylan Ross groaned again in pain. “I’m impressed. He holds omerta very well.” Sol scoffs. “Look at him. It’s obvious he doesn’t belong to the mafia.” “And yet he knows your name, fratello. It’s such a wonder.” I spoke calmly. I stepped to his front as I looked at him trying to lift his head to look at us. “You know the guy standing in the corner of this room.” His eyes weakly traveled to Franco. “His name is Franco as you have heard me speak his name many times. He's the best tracker. The best of the best. He finds anything and everything I

Ivan and Alexander froze, knowing this was a brutal invasion of privacy, but knowing also that to hesitate was a death sentence. (TRANSCRIPT – ROMANO COMMAND VEHICLE) DOMENICO: (Expletive) Stupido. You put us at risk, Rocco. You challenge him in his own lair? ROCCO: He insulted our father’s name! He froze our accounts! Who does he think he is? A savage Russian brute.

I said, smiling at him and extending my hand out to shake his hand. His eyes turn dark for a mere second, and then his lip tugs slightly into a smirk. The big scar over his left eye made him look even more mysterious, just as Ricky had told me. "Luna Dannelly. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for the invitation. I apologize for my lack of communication and for not responding to your invitation. I've been so busy. I thought I wasn't going to be able to make it, but, I just couldn't miss today. Alarick is a good friend and I just had to come and greet the old Rascal." he says, smiling. He delicately grabs my hand, pulling it forward and placing a kiss on my knuckles.

Just barely a flicker behind his eyes before the smile returns, smoother than before. "I'm Rafael. My father has a meeting with the head of the Romano family." The name lands like a stone in still water. De Luca. I pull my hand back and resist the urge to wipe it on my towel. Of all the days. Of all the people to walk through that door while I'm sitting here in nothing but a bikini, laughing about bad kisses. "You're Rafael De Luca," I say, and it comes out quieter than I intend. "In the flesh." I shift closer to Francesca without meaning to. He notices. I can tell by the small curve of his mouth. I hate that he noticed.

They knew nothing of Rocky or Dante as far as they were concerned Rocky was just an acquaintance from the old country who he occasionally met up with to reminisce over a beer. In this way Franco kept touch with events in Italy and Sicily, through his work, he had access to sensitive information and whenever he could he handed one of Paolo’s men over to the Authorities. He was ultra careful though and it was only after he was sure it could not be traced back to him did he gave them what they wanted. It was a painfully slow process but it was weakening Paolo as one by one Franco picked off his best men and he became slightly more vulnerable because of it.