John Pinette Relationships Novels & Stories

But she had sworn it would be either him or death; her love for him knew no bounds, and she was determined to have it. A week had gone by since Silvio and Penelope had made love, and their encounters did not stop at the car; they continued every other day. They no longer hid their relationship from anyone. Penelope spent most of her time in Silvio's room, while Silvio was frequently seen enjoying time with the kids, and Silva became increasingly comfortable around him. Their relationship attracted a lot of attention, not just within their household but throughout the entire mafia, as everyone engaged in hushed conversations and gossip.

Scott clenched his jaw, "He's not getting out in the next twenty years, and trust me the second he will step out of that prison, I will kill him myself. You don't have to worry about that part but are you sure it's a good idea to build a relationship based on secrets?" I shook my head, "It's not based on secrets, I just withheld some of the stuff." "Same shit, Cindy! The man wants to marry you, he isn't some lowlife you picked up on the streets, he is Vincenzo Capone. Do you understand what that means? It could backfire on you." Tears prickled in my eyes but I held them back, "You think I don't know that? I know who he is, Scott. And I also know how much he hates women who—"

Antonio replied, and Piero started driving back to the mansion. At the mansion, Alessandro asked Antonio to take him to his room. Antonio helped him into the bathroom. “Goodnight, Mr. Mancini,” Antonio said. “Goodnight, Antonio,” Alessandro replied. He showered and reflected on the day’s events. Viola had tested his patience, and he would not tolerate anyone threatening him or his family. Known for his ruthlessness, he had long-standing ties to the mafia through lifelong friends: Johnny, Kevin Salvatore, and Jake Bilotti. Though he wasn’t officially in the mafia, these men were as close as brothers.

“Do you still remember me, Christine?” His face slowly overlapped with a memory of someone named John. He was Vincent’s most trusted capo, and the only male friend I had back when I worked at the restaurant. The name slipped out before I could stop it. “John?” John sneered. “Don’t call me that. Whatever we had ended eight years ago—the moment you betrayed the Godfather.” With that, he waved his hand, and the two soldati immediately brought over ten bottles of tequila. John looked at me with undisguised disgust.

It was a slight limp in the right leg, a remnant of a shootout at the docks four years ago. Pietro Rossi. Pietro was one of the "Founding Fathers" of the Moretti organization. He had been my father-in-law's primary hitman in the eighties. When Dante took the throne, Pietro had been "retired" to a quiet suburban life with a generous pension. He was a man of the old world a man who believed that women were for the kitchen and Vanes were for the grave. I watched as Vincenzo opened his door. He didn't look like a dying man now. He looked sharp, his posture straight as he ushered Pietro inside.

Alexander Vittorio POV It’s getting hard to tell how much time has passed since Riccardo Ponti visited us. I was caught off guard that Ponti was the one who ambushed us instead of Emannauel. Riccardo Ponti is the eldest son of Ignacio Ponti, who’s been loyal to the mafia all his life. It’s no secret the Ponti family isn’t happy about the ties between the mafia and bratva, but I didn’t think they’d go this far.

“We do the best to get you those money. But trust me how it will be executed…your name will be clean…don’t worry about that. So what do you say about it?” Johnny wrinkled his forehead. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Elena.” Elena was back to her seat, she rested her two arms on the lap while her upper body leaned towards him. “Trust me Gabrièl Pinot isn’t a good man as public think he is. He’s so manipulative…some of his business partners confessed it. He is slick and he could turn down the table for anyone he thinks they are not benefit as they used to be for him or his company.” She explained.

He was the reason why she was in this mess and she wasn't ashamed to let him take the responsibility of getting her out of it. Meanwhile, Candice was awed when she saw the figure move from behind her car, as if he had rather followed her here. She wasn't pleased at all. “Pete, what are you doing here?” She asked while the thugs froze, thinking that she might change her mind. Pete glared at her with hate. “Will you shut up? I'm so disappointed in you.” Candice woke from the realization that Peter had been in love with Charlotte, was still in love with her, and always would. Even if she tried to be nice, Pete would never see it. She turned to the thugs and instructed,

"Yeah, yeah, I just have to do some phone calls and stuff to get my cards back." "No pressure." In the next few days, I successfully paid what I owe to Vincent. He's really a good person, even better than I initially judged him to be. I thought that he is nothing but a mirror to Valentine's fuckboy attitudes, but it turns out he's way far from it. He's a soft-hearted, really likeable, well-spoken person, sure he's really sarcastic most of the time, but overall, he's a nice person to be friends with. We had developed a closer relationship since then. He always comes down to my unit, and we binge-watch horror movies, order some pizza, drink beer and criticize the government for whatever reason

I asked, placing my elbows on the table. Vincent paused for a moment, and I could see that he was deep in thought. “Maybe we can start early on, years ago.” Vincent stated, taking a sip of the glass of water that sat in front of him. “Our parents died when Susan was around 13 years old. I am five years older, so when they died, I was already working for the family. We didn’t have any family here, so Susan went to live with our maternal grandmother in Georgia. I didn’t really see her that much over the next few years. I was busy working my way up in the family and she was busy going to high school. She was around 20 years old when she came up to visit one summer.” He paused and shook his head