Johnny Dimarco Degrassi Novels & Stories

Dante said, as I kept my eyes on the phone, my heart racing against my ribcage as I tried processing what he was saying. “Why?” I asked, frowning in confusion “regardless whatever it is, why would he be doing such a thing?” “I’m not sure, we’re yet to find anything about him” Dante said, looking at me, studying my expression as I handed him the phone. He took it from me and scrolling through it again, he handed me the device and I frowned when I saw the picture of Giovanni’s car, and Mattia standing in what looked like the inside of his parking, his back to the car as he smoked a cigarette “he’s an Alpha, Alpha Nicolas to be more specific, and I don’t know why, but I have reason to believe

I had planned to watch the intervention from upstairs. I was still wearing Mariano's shirt, watching as Jace Ivankshov and Mariano conversed in a language that definitely wasn't Italian. Emilio leaned against a wall, looking bored out of his mind. Jace Ivankshov didn't look like a mafioso at all. He was wearing a dark blue collared shirt with a minions pattern on it, light wash jeans, and yellow, yes, yellow, sneakers.

Gravestones had names on them, but we stopped in front of a particular one that didn’t have a name. “They refused to write his name, wanting me to keep in mind that they buried him without one, on a time that wasn’t his because of.” He said, his heart racing against his chest and for the first time since I’ve met him; I saw the man weaken. He let go of all his walls and here stood in front of me was the real Diego de’ Medici. Not the Alpha and not the Capo dei Capi, but a broken man who seemed to find himself at loss of what to say or how to express himself. “He made a deal with me, Cosimo.” “Do you want to tell me what it is about?” I asked, and he sucked in a harsh breath. His heart raced

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

I already knew they were working with Sonia to leave NYC. "I'll order that right away. I just thought you should know, that we ran his biometrics data and found something very interesting. He is a citizen of Italy and goes by the registered name Mario Karts. Karts is an Italian mob group, a former branch of the Di Marco syndicate. This Mario guy seems to be the head of the group " Karts? Mario Karts...Leonardo Karts. What's the relationship between the two? One wanted to take my woman from me and the other claimed to have killed her. Fvcking clowns!

"For real this time." My shoulders tensed as he started walking around me, that evil as fuck grin plastered on his face. "Like I said, I heard about the struggle between you and the Polish, but that's not all I heard. A little birdie told me that the stone hearted Andre DiMarco, Don of the entire Italian mafia was so close to capturing the head of the Braterstwo but came back for some girl. A girl!"

My head was pounding, half from too little sleep, half from the weight of everything pressing down on my shoulders. Fucking Massimo. He should’ve stayed in his lane. Should’ve known better than to poke at the corners of my family’s territory like we wouldn’t notice but no, he was greedy, sloppy, high on his own ego and now? Now he was gonna bleed. You don’t betray the Giordanos and live. I stood at the edge of the rooftop of the estate, the wind clawing at my jacket. My phone buzzed in my hand. It was Dmitri Orlov, the Bratva's second-in-command.

Enjoy! A D O N I S - D E L L U C C I Age ✓ 31 years old Nationality✓ Italian Nickname✓ Donnie- DD Tag✓ Heir to the Dellucci empire Position✓ First grandson Parent✓ grandparents and Father Siblings✓ Ronnie Dellucci (25yrs) Behaviour✓ cold, aloof, Pokerface Relationship✓ once engaged Education ✓ All degrees cleared C A I T R O N A B A L B O A

Matteo slumped back into his chair. Giovanni turned to me. “Anything else?” “Yes,” I replied. “There’s one more thing about Juliana. She’s dating Antonio Micci, a capo for the DiMaggios. They have been together for two years.” The hall broke out in clamor. The DiMaggios were our sworn enemies who had killed three of our made men in cold blood. “Carlo.” Giovanni looked at Carlo. “Where is the proof?” Carlo got up and handed a folder to Giovanni.