Frank Fortunato Novels & Stories

“There’s no one! And I actually chose the worst day to jog in the lower part of Città dei re. They found a gangster burned to death. His organs were all… out.” “His name ends with stavo.” He said slowly. “I think it’s Gustavo.” My stomach did a full gymnastics routine. Dante only shrugged like Leonardo had just told him the weather was nice. “Probably overdue,” he muttered, unfazed. My mind went to Dante’s last sentence before he stepped into the car; Clean up this mess. That was Dante’s idea of cleanup? Fire and gutting? Leonardo kept describing the scene. He was saying something about intestines, charred flesh and Aria covered her ears, screaming.

He signal every workers who had saw him to greet, he signaled them all to continue their jobs. " Ignore me, continue " He would say as he walk pass them. But to the staffs, it's impossible to ignore him. He is the Almighty Maximo Santino, the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss. The most feared man in Italy, a classic criminal who befriend both evil and virtuous at the same time. A man who could kill swiftly with his bare hands and also save with his bare hands. As he was walking about, he reached out in his breast pocket to retrieve one of his cigarettes in the pack. He look about for any signals that says no smoking but he find none so he lighted up his cigarettes and puff out the smokes slowly. T

Daniel was pissed that he was overruled and he stormed out of the room. “If Wrath is coming, I’m not going to stick around, I wouldn't want to have to send him home right after he shows up.” He murmured as he made his way back to the room. What seemed like hours passed.Then the Hotel doors swung open and in walked a heavy-set man with red hair, and a blonde woman dressed in all green.Envy, Gluttony and Wrath had arrived and were ready to set the city of Boston on fire.

We could not risk the lives of our people because someone tried to touch our mate or looked at her wrongly. Soon wine was served, and Scarlett excused herself. There was something off about the wine. As Scarlett left, I tried to link her but could not connect with her. Trusting that she was okay because I knew no one dared attack her, I continued with the party. "Is it just me, or is something wrong with this drink?" Clay said, and I was glad I wasn't the only person that felt strange. "Maxwell, how do you feel?" I asked, almost slurring my word, and he shook his head.

“I don't know how I feel about surprises, Charlotte, “ he said, stooping down to the bag and emptying its contents onto the floor. I nearly gagged as soon as a head rolled out of the bag, a trail of slimy, blackened blood following after it. I did my best to swallow whatever had travelled to my throat back, doing my best to remain unaffected. Declan stopped the head from rolling with his foot. He kicked it forward, looking at the charred face of the person. “He was a hard cockroach to kill. My men had to use fire to take him out, and I lost good men for it”, I said. Declan squatted down in front of the head and poked at it with his fingers, seeming to be oblivious to all my side comments. I

Fuego hard, sending him crashing to the cement floor. "Kill him, Fortnite," Uno ordered before leaving Castigo, followed by Santi. "El señor—" "—A dog that can't bark and hides behind a weak wall is annoying. How long will that bastard hide to get what he wants? I'm fucking curious to know," Uno said, staring at his manor visible from Castigo. "Is she asleep already? I bet she's anxious to sleep right now," Uno said, looking at his hands. Santi stared at Uno in disbelief; it was the first time he'd seen a smile on Uno's lips.

Jose said and Francis realized that it was the first time he was calling his man. "Ok, Ok chill man" he said and gulped "So that means you saw then immediately you returned?" Francis said and Jose looked at him in a questioning gaze "Don't look at me like that man, there was news that the older son of Mr. Lumeré was not in the country till this morning, that was why" Francis explained and Jose breathed out a sigh, he gulped his drink and stood up from his seat "I'm out of here Bartender, how much is your money?" Jose asked not knowing the exact amount to give the guy, Francis shook his head grinning "Don't man, take it as a friendship drink" he said and Jose snorted "Whatever you say bartend

The distance between him and the opponents was clearly closer, but Waltz had moved first and killed the three men with a single blow. This difference in their strength was enough to make a grown man cry inexplicably. “Frank Accardo, where did you get the balls to come and be the CEO of my Thousand Miles? And where did you find this short old man?” Waltz stepped on Frank’s back as she leant over to speak.

he muttered thickly. I stepped closer. He straightened immediately. Good. He remembered. “Talk,” I said. Frankie inhaled slowly through his mouth, calculating now. The drunken sway was gone, replaced by the ruthless man who’d built an empire from scraps and corpses. “Are you aware there’s a bounty on your head,” he said carefully. His words landed like a stone in still water. When I didn’t say anything, he continued. “There’s a ghost, running around, chopping off members of the crew like their weed.” He said breathlessly. “He isn’t just killing then, Ronald. There’s a pattern.”

Poor kid, hopefully he’ll prove smart enough to crack a window within the next hour, lest he fry in the late-morning heat like a puppy. Bill really means to have a shot of whiskey or two, the early lunch of champions, but he finds his best friend Frank at the bar, loading up. Frank is a homicide dick (emphasis on the word “dick”) who lives with his mother, snorts mountains of coke swiped from the evidence locker, and recites more Bible verses than a street preacher. He’s such a walking contradiction it’s a wonder that he can stride more than a block without vaporizing into thin air, his warring impulses canceling him out of existence like a negative subtracted from a negative. Maybe someday