Frank Della Rocca Novels & Stories

“I’ve already lost one son today.” “Roman got what he deserved,” Domenico hissed. “No doubt there,” Giovanni said with a sigh. “He always was driven by his selfishness. I thought maybe he would learn something from you, but alas, he only stayed the sociopath he always was.” “What does that make me?” “That depends. You’ve stolen my goods. She’s worth a lot, being Francesca Vitale Santoro’s daughter.” A deep growl rumbled in Domenico’s chest, and he pulled me tighter against his back.

Looks: 5’7, White, brown round eyes, wrinkles, brown short hair always on a ponytail, slim. Family: Raphael Lockwood (boss, like a son) / Robert Smith (husband) / Isbella (Tammy) Smith (daughter) Friends: N/A Romeo Karkov (62) Job: Leader of the Russian mafia Raphael’s biggest enemy Personality: despicable, unfaithful, rude, dangerous, womaniser, disrespectful Looks: 5’7, White greasy hair, Fat, wrinkles, with uneven teeth. Scar on the right side of his face, green eyes.

His voice was stern, cutting through the air with an accusing tone. Confusion clouded my mind. "Who are you talking about?" I asked, hoping to clarify the situation, but he seemed to ignore my question. "You might be in the wrong room, sir," I said calmly, trying to maintain composure despite the tension in the air. "Harvey Knight, Aria is my daughter. I am Rocco Marino," he declared, his words hitting me like a thunderbolt. Rocco Marino—the notorious mafia boss and one of the wealthiest CEOs in the business world. His nickname, "The Rock," resonated with fear and respect in the underworld.

I won't tell you yet Mr Riccardo, you only have to promise that you'll fulfill that wish of mine" "Riccardo DelMonte" I whispered which made Rocco raise his brow. "Did you just... "You heard me right Rocco, get Riccardo DelMonte, I want him to be my attorney" he chuckled in disbelief and rubbed the corner of his lips with his thumb. "It's funny how you spill out jokes in the most serious moment" I shot him a glare and immediately his humor died down. "It's a not joke Rocco, I want Riccardo DelMonte, get him to come here tomorrow" he remained silent with a thoughtful gaze on. "Did you do it...

"When did he become a bodyguard? My Diego is not a bodyguard, Drake! He's mine! Call him now! Or give me his number. I need him!" Carolina Del Fiore, commonly known as Carmella, is the only daughter of Eagle Sebastian Del Fiore, the mafia Don of the Del Fiore clan. She is untouchable, incredibly stubborn, and often acts like a spoiled brat who ignores the rules set by her father. Despite her father's restrictions, she comes and goes as she pleases, showing little concern for authority. To be honest, she can be quite a pain. I sighed, resting my back as I looked at her. She chuckled with a fake laugh.

I was here to command. One by one, they arrived. Francesco De Luca was first, of course. Always early, always elegant, with his gelled hair and crisp charcoal suit. He greeted me with a nod, not a smile. Then came Rosa Mancini, as sharp as ever in her tailored navy blazer, her lips lacquered in a precise blood-red that had never once smudged. She gave me a cool once-over and took her seat silently. Giancarlo Bianchi entered next, leaning on the cane that concealed a hidden blade. Age hadn’t softened him it had made him crueler. But today, his expression was unreadable.

Romeo's explanation already reddened his eyes. "I've done all the Beta tasks so far. I am making the pack safe despite yesterday's obstacles. I've tried to make the people not in trouble, I've also helped all your work well, and lastly ..." Romeo pointed at the black ink list. "I've cleaned the rogue from every corner of the pack, without exception." There he pointed to Rena's name listed. Early fall, 2009. A small teenager entered the Southwest region. Name: Rena Schaci. Status: Rogue.

Rocco looked tense. Like something bad had happened. Massimo’s heart skipped. Without thinking twice, he spoke sharply. “What happened to Chiara?” Rocco blinked. Then he shook his head quickly. “No, boss. She’s fine. She’s safe.” Massimo’s chest loosened slightly, but his expression remained cold. “Then why are you here?” Massimo asked. Rocco hesitated for a second, then spoke. “The strongest Don in Russia…” Rocco started carefully. “It’s James Pietro.”

"You! Check on Fraser!" The man hurried to the door, peering outside before returning with a grim look in his eyes. "The bitch is right, boss. Fraser is dead." A smirk tugged at my lips as Rocco's facade of control began to crumble. "I'm much stronger than you think, Rocco," I taunted. "Not so little anymore, am I?" "I should have raped you bloody in that warehouse!" He roared. "You won't be so cocky if I'd done that now, would you?"

She was lucky they weren’t running down to the other coffee shop because of the bad wifi they had. “You motherfucker! Fuckkk” Roman gritted as he fired, trying his best not to yell “You realized that you murdered my mother and my brother!” he yelled, the waitress took a sharp glance at them again