Massimo Mancini Novels & Stories

“Who?” “His name’s Rocco Mancini,” Marco said, his tone tense. “He’s been making moves in the shadows for months. He’s been working with some of the most dangerous people in the business, and now it looks like he’s ready to make his move on the Falcone empire.” Riccardo’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with a fire that matched the heat of the sun rising behind them. “Mancini,” he muttered under his breath. “I should have known.”

Massimo was reliable but dangerous and fairly muted with his emotions—Max could be really flaky but wasn't afraid to get emotional. Massimo was the Don of All Dons, a man who the criminal world all listened to. Max was just a mechanic—and a mechanic who very clearly had some social anxiety issues. They couldn't be more different! Elena turned off her alarm on her phone and looked at the date. Right, later tonight would be the potluck dinner—that had to be why her sleeping mind had combined Massimo and Max! Elena would have to pretend to be Massimo's wife in public again today.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

“Get to the point.” “Gaspare met with someone this morning. None of our men knew the guy, so I did a little digging…” “And who's the fucker?” I urged. “His name is Aldo Mancini.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “And the name is supposed to mean anything to me?” “The guy is from the Chicago Outfit,” Lanzo said. “He is Ardian Cavalieri's second.”

Daisy exclaimed, and I hand-shoved her to be mute. “Hmn hmn!” The CEO nodded. “This establishment is owned by my family, The Moranos. But run by me. Everyone is welcome to nest here. Clients. Friends. Enemies. Business associates, or whatever. There are over six thousand staff working in every sector of the establishment. The last opening we had was days back and we’ve gotten the right staff. But I will still fix you two somewhere. A section that will be best for both of you.” He sent his gaze to the man behind him. “Get me Matilda. Tell her, I need her right now,” he ordered.

I notice Anthony's eyes widen as he pauses the clip and proceeds to zoom into the man in a suit. “Does he look familiar to you?” I asked him as he studied the person on the screen intently. Anthony taps the back of the tech guy, “Run the face of this guy in the system…I'm trying to recall where I know him from, he looks too familiar.” I brush my fingers at the sound of this. Another mole! The tech guys zoomed in, running the image through the system. It took him less than four minutes and the result was out "Ricardo Ramirez. He’s been Miss Sofia's bodyguard for years now." He explains showing us a clearer photo of Riccardo.

he announced, with a bit too much flair, “is Uncle Alessandro’s girlfriend.” The boys immediately burst out with exaggerated kissing sounds, and Alessandro laughed, reaching over to mess up the hair of the youngest one, a little boy who puffed out his chest and shook my hand. “Cristiano Mancini,” he introduced himself, but then, like some miniature gentleman, he dipped down on one knee and kissed the back of my hand. The two older boys shoved each other, both trying to introduce themselves first. “Massimo Costello,” one of them declared, sticking out his hand with a lopsided smile, and the other quickly interjected, “Marcello Costello.”

he said, stopping me “however, if you are simply wearing it, acting, or even nervous, because of one person, who is supposed to be an enemy, then you could be wearing the fanciest of clothes and it won’t shine in your eyes. I know it’s hard, and I know that you’re scared, and scarred. But you are doing this for your brothers, and the more you put that in your head, the easier it would be for you to even stand, in complete silence, in front of the man you want suffering” Alessandro got up from the bed, turning to walk to the door before he looked at me over his shoulder “I’ll give you a small tip about Giovanni…” “Nothing makes the man more anxious, nervous, and even angry, than someone who d

asked Antonio as soon as he arrived at the table. "You look like a ranger, ha ha ha." Massimo laughed out loud. "You're the green one, the least popular." Everyone turned to look at Massimo as he laughed, he rarely did, and when he did, it wasn't like that. Massimo swallowed hard in disguise. No one could see his tender side; it made him look weak to others. "Pay attention, my wife is going to give this year's speech," Demetrio said, turning his eyes to the beautiful woman who had been his secretary and who was now not only his partner in several businesses, but also the mother of his children and his wife.

He said while he cocked his head to the side. "Alpha Alcander. The most powerful. Most ruthless, and most feared Alpha. You have no mercy on anyone." He said while he shook a little, and jumped when Alcander hand clamped around his shoulder. "The most feared." He turned around and gave me a wicked smile. I glared at him while my fist closed at my sides.