Frank Della Rocca Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Rosa greeted softly, offering a small smile. But Dr. DeLuca didn’t return it. Instead, he stared at her—his eyes sharp, tense, holding a weight she had never seen in them before. “Rosa,” he said quietly. A beat passed. “Was he your ex-husband?” Her breath faltered. Shock flashed in her eyes, but slowly… almost embarrassingly… she nodded. Dr. DeLuca’s expression changed instantly—his eyes widening, disbelief and fear flooding into them. “Your ex-husband is Luciano Mancini?” he whispered, stunned. “The man rumored to be the Italian Don?”

Flo Romano died the night she ran away. For six years, she has lived as Antonia—a skilled hacker with no past, no family, and no intention of ever looking back. Until she walks into a six-month mafia recruitment program and finds herself surrounded by the DeLuca brothers. Raffaele is the ruthless Don who can't stand her defiance. Giovanni is the broken enforcer who never thought he'd feel desire again. And Theo is the brilliant hacker who finds her impossible to resist. They were never supposed to want the same woman. They have never shared a woman. But somehow, they all want her. Then a powerful Sicilian Don sets his sights on her too. Four dangerous men. On

I turned slowly, keeping my cool. “What do you want Rocco? Wanna die? “Die? Who’s gonna kill me? Who? He sniggered. “What do you want? “I want you to get the hell out of here” “Rocco, why are you terrorizing them? Seems like you’ve lost your grasp as a mafia. I mean, you’re forcing them to leave, but then… I need not to bat my eyelids for them to leave the building because I am Serena Riccardo” I smirked.

someone ordered. The men holding her pulled her to her knees. The blindfold was tugged off her eyes. She blinked at the sudden light. Her vision cleared enough to see a man crouched in front of her. Rocco. He tilted his head a little, studying her face. His mouth curved into a slow smirk. “Well, well,” he said. “The de Luca woman.” Sarah’s heart dropped. Her lips parted, but no sound came out at first. She forced herself to glare at him even though her stomach twisted.

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.