Remo Falcone Novels & Stories

"I saved the spot. Ryan was going to-" "I don't care about Ryan!" Jax snapped, his eyes snapping open. They were dark, reflecting the passing streetlights. "I care about the scouts. I care about getting out of this town. Do you know what happens to me if the Falcons get hit with a fraud scandal? I’m done. My name is tied to yours." "So report me then. Get it over with."

Enzo barked out instructions to his men, demanding they secure the place and find the said owners of the land that did this. “There’s a sign on the back of the envelope,” answered one of the men. Enzo eyed it, while lines of confusion marred his forehead. “I don’t know what this is.” I took the envelope from him, giving it a long look. It had the image of a falcon in flames. “I know this logo.” I lifted my head to meet Enzo’s gaze. “It belongs to La falchi.” “The falcons?” Enzo’s brows fused into a deep frown.

I stepped forward, “You fucked up, Remo. You broke your side of the old accord the second you touched something that belonged to us. And now you’re here, on your knees—” “I’m standing.” “Metaphorically,” I hissed, “Because trust me, I will make you get on your knees before this ends. In front of your men. In front of the cameras. With your mouth on my shoe and your ego bleeding down your throat.” Then Remo lifted his chin, that Lombardi spite flickering back in his eyes like he’d just remembered who the fuck he was. “You might’ve won this round,” he said, “but don’t fool yourself, Adriano. I’m not some rat you can trap and drown in your basement. I’m a Lombardi. I was built in war and war ne

They were the best of the best, and all of them would have the strength of Dragon Rankers. As for why Falcon was called Falcon, it was because there was another country that was opposed Somerland, and it was called Falconia. The two countries never had any huge wars, but they were always engaged in countless small-scale wars to probe each other. Falcon’s existence was to fight Falconia’s Somer Hunting Team. These two teams were like mortal enemies. It could be seen from their names. One was called Falcon and one was called the Somer Hunting Team. Small-scale wars were going on almost every day on the borders of the two countries.

She bends Emerson's wrist so far back I hear it crack. Emerson cries out in pain. "You fucking bitch! I'll kill you for this! Rage, baby make her stop!" Remi stops a hair short of biting into the clubwhores neck with her razor sharp teeth. She runs her nose up Emerson's neck taking a long sniff. She's memorizing her scent. Then she slowly runs her tongue up the side of the chicks neck. I can't lie! This shit is kinda fucking hot! Until Remi's voice is no longer her own. Her hair becomes a short silver bob. Her voice is deep and vicious. Her nails have extended into black shiny cat like claws.

(Jonathan Reyes) “Y..yes..sir…”.(Falcon) The room went silent as Falcon tell Jonathan Reyes the news, Falcon was a well known mercenary, in fact he and his men were hired by Jonathan Group to deal with all the underhand plan against Virtue Financial, Naturally ever since he and his group were tasked with the plot, he and his men rarely succeeded with anything, Virtue Financial has to tight security and very alert on everything they do. Before this he and his mercenary group were tasked to extort or kidnapped or even straight up kill all Virtue Financial leader especially the company president, but all their attempts fails.

[Why? “Nothing. Just asking.” After pouring myself a glass of water, I check my phone again. I'm waiting for another text from Dominico confirming their arrival in Florence. Where is he? Is he the one driving like last night? “Paolo, do you know the Falcos?” “The Falcos?” Paolo takes a sip of his coffee and pauses for a moment, as if he's considering his words. “They're from Umbria. They own hotels and a shipping line.” “Ah... Umbria. Have you met them?”