John Difronzo House Novels & Stories

Dant P.O.V “You live here?" Genesis eyed me skeptically, her arms crossed over her chest and her brows furrowed as she glanced around my living room. "Yes. Surprised?" I arched a brow, already knowing the answer to that question. Unlike my brothers and sister, I did not live in a house large enough to fit an army. My place was an old greystone in Bridgeport...as fucking far from Robert as I can get without encroaching on territory that did not belong to the DiFronzo family.

I tried to smile but he didn't react. "It's break time. See?" He pointed to the clock on the wall, Yes, it's break time. I sighed and stared at him. I started telling the story when I almost killed myself on my birthday, including IN an old apartment where Jake and Inspector Dizon live. Even though it's old, it's better than Rufa and I's house, which is just a shack. It is part of a long 5-door up-and-down rawhouse next to the main road to the bridge and slum area. It is notable because of its bright yellow paint. They rented the first door. This is where I went straight after I got from Benjie and Kate.

We end the call, and I pull out of the parking lot. Twenty minutes later, I drive up to a luxurious five bedroom house in the suburbs. It’s a beautiful place, but not very secure. There are no gates or walls, just a vast open front yard, with summer flowers in full bloom, and sloping green lawns. I scan the perimeter. I see no guards, no cars. Just Frankie and Tito in their sedan, parked in front of another house and behind a tree. Sforza truly just upped and left his family here - alone and vulnerable.