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.

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

He says shutting down Owen once again, he seemed a little agitated but shook his head. “Want to know what I believe Miss Hart, the friend that picked you up the night of the 16th, was Mr Vito Montalti, a known gangster who has ties to many illegal things. A man you have started to date, isn’t that right Miss Hart?” He asks with a smile on his face, his head tilted as though he was waiting for me to slip up.

" Will you please let me go, I am really sorry for hurting Mr Sabastian, if you let me go I will live the rest of my life quietly" Damian scoffed, " just keep praying nothing happens to my father in law or you will also be dead, take him away" he ordered and the men set to work amidst jamil's wailings and shouts. " Hubby, are you thinking what I am thinking?" She asked once the men were out. " Pete is the father of Jennie and Gwen" he replied. " Bingo". These two couples already had their plan set in motion and were just waiting for the bait to catch the fish.

She bid him a goodbye. John enthusiastically waved back at his daughter. He watched her run to meet her friends. Suddenly, his heart felt heavy. He was proud of Penelope despite her questionable birth. He felt bad that he was about to use her in his pawn just to get some money so they could be set for life. He schemed some blackmail years ago but he hadn't foreseen Evelyn's sickness. John steered the car off the curb and headed to his friend's place. "Pete!"He called out as soon as he reached his friend's automobile repair shop.