Frank Fortunato Novels & Stories

Those people you 'busted'—the so-called people pretending to be wealthy heirs—merely wanted to take some photos they liked and, unable to afford the real items, bought a few knockoff watches. "You say they were pretending so they could lure wealthy women, but what you didn't know was that they'd skipped buying the watch and were living frugally so they could donate the money to charity. "Because your heart is filled with malice, you view others through that same malicious lens." Not long after Tyson was locked up, Solana reappeared. After a week of torture, there wasn't a single part of her body that was unharmed. She had even been electrocuted until she lost control of her bladder.

“Because I’m itching to have some fun.” “Me too, Fratello. Me too.” I said as my men opened a path for Francisco and me. As soon as Santoro heard our footsteps, he lifted his head and smiled at us cockily. I really hate the fūcker. Him and his son. “It took you long enough,” he stated calmly before spitting out blood to the side. “You’d think he wouldn’t be so cocky when he’s going to die,” Francisco hissed as he ripped open his shirt.

With every swallow, my throat ached for the cool sensation of water to slick down the column. His eyes traveled to the glass of water beside me and back. A silent command to drink. I obeyed, propping myself up and fluffing my pillows. The wet reprieve of the water against my dry throat felt like the next best thing since shoe laces. Water may not have been my favorite drink of choice—pumpkin spice ice-coffees won that—but one only realized their gratitude for the existence of water when they needed it most. Placing the glass back, I finally took in Victor. He was dressed in a black button-down and black dress slacks. His hair was slicked back in a top knot. His beard was trimmed and framed h

Behind the closed door of the bathroom, I hear everything as if I am beside James. “James.” “Yes.” “Agent Frank Rodriguez. How are you feeling now?” “Like my life could not get worse. I am in a hospital for the fuck's sake, and I lost my mother.” “How did you get to that part of the forest reserve? No one has gotten there. We believe you were an accomplice in hiding with Luciano in that forest, the serial killer also known as the Bullet, the most wanted Mafia Boss. “We have confirmation from the statement of the police officers that before this tragic accident, he ran off carrying you in his arms. And we believe he is the one responsible for your condition.

He fled out of the club as if all the demons of hell were behind him. “You couldn’t let me have just one?” Sal grumbled at me, frowning. I grinned and slapped him on the back. “Spare your strength and your blade, Salvatore. We still need to visit our friend Frank.” *** Frank lived alone on a small farm outside Surrey. He’s never been married and lived a very private life. We arrived there and it struck me that everything was eerily quiet. There was no movement, and all the windows and doors were closed. “Seems like our boy Frank isn’t at home.” Sal said. “Maybe he skipped out on us. Twenty million is a lot, Boss. The temptation was too much.”

She asked and walked slowly to look at them closely. “My friend. He have the invitation. Don’t worry,” said Caminito as he extends his hand to show the card. He seems energetic even he worked really hard for something. “He’s Frando Wseji. A farmer in our neighborhood. Thanks to your horse, madam. We made it to get on time. I’ve put the horse back on its place,” he explained and approached Danie to give her an embrace. He was devastated that time, but Danie saves him to arrived on time.

Before the man could balance himself, Alpha Dalton snatched a brick from the stack lying by a tree and brutally slammed it into his head. My breath got caught as I watched several lines of blood dripping from the sides of his head and down his forehead and staining his shirt. He tripped over his own feet before falling down, out cold. Okay, this wasn’t something to be taken lightly. I took in a deep breath, regretting doing that almost instantly when I got a whiff of the stench that heavily hung over in the air. I was trying my hardest not to think of the smells and sights assailing my senses. The coopery rich scent of blood, the stink of Dalton’s sword as it burnt and tore through flesh and

My Aunt is so talkative. After we finished eating, we moved to the living room to continue talking about Frank. Frank took a sip of his coffee before continuing. “So,” he cleared his throat. “I hope you won’t be angry, Heidi,” he said. “But I looked for a way for you to get revenge on that guy. So, I ran a background check and found something horrible.” Aunt and I frowned when we heard that. “What is it?” “That Frank is a drug addict. He also has an ongoing homicide case,” said Doc Martinez, which widened our eyes.

Taylor, Logan, Nancy, Mila and two guards are right behind us. It takes us about three hours to make it to Storm Forrest pack. When we make it to the entrance of her pack her father, brother and his Luna are waiting by the entrance. “Nick, what a pleasant surprise, what brings you today” Mila’s father Jacob Gibson says, shaking my hand. I lean forward and shake Mila's brother Thomas Gibson and his Luna Mara hand. "Nick, how are things going? I heard about your Luna. I'm glad she was found". Thomas says and I can see the sincerity in his eyes.

He swallowed hard and picked up his cell phone. [Hello, Mr. Carlos Dreke] He dialled a number and it reconnected. "Salve, signor Carlos Dreke." The person at the other side of the line called out respectfully in Italian. [Diago, prepare for my return, I will be summarising everything here tomorrow and returning in two days] "Diago, preparati per il mio ritorno, domani riassumerò tutto qui e tornerò tra due giorni." Carlos informed him. [May I asked why Sir? You had just gone to Seattle three days ago]