Santino Sonny Corleone นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Sayonara Sato.” “Karera wa Anata o neratte iru, Don Antonio (They're coming for you, Don Antonio).” Kenji sneered in his foreign dialect before letting out a gruesome painful scream as the torture began. ° ° ° “Run a background check on that girl and bring her to me.” Antonio ordered his right hand man, Bruno. “The badass who shot Sato?” Antonio didn't respond to his theatrical question. “As you wish.” Bruno playfully saluted the boss and strutted out to carry out his instructions.

"Why is the entire house disorganized?" "Santo killed Alceo and we found out that just before Santo shot him, Alceo is a Russian. His real name is Alceo Romanov. The son of the Russian mafia leader, Isiak Romanov." For a moment, it sounded like he was saying gibberish. I refused to come to terms with what he was saying. There was no way I couldn't have known, the huge line of enmity between Isiak and Santo was more than just being rivals. It was personal too and unfortunately, I just happened to know the story. I was one of the few people who knew and Santo had me swear, never to reveal it to Marianna.

Rannon and Rogan will be holed up in the office monitoring security cameras while the rest of us are milling about on the VIP floor and the bar. The door to my office swings open as Brennan walks in with Luciano. He was the first to take over his family's empire when he was only twenty one. It was also his idea that the heads of the crime families work together instead of against one another to get what we want, and I must say, it has been quite the lucrative friendship. It didn’t matter that we had all been friends since high school, so had my father and his. But that didn’t stop Valencio Silvestro from trying to kill my father.

It was the confirmation he needed, knowing all that I said was true. “Sir?” Santiago asked as he looked at my father. “Kill Domenico,” my father said, glaring at the man in the corner. My heart beat wildly in my chest, but I tried to appear calm. His callousness as he tried to get rid of Domenico was staggering. If it had been Jenkins I doubted there would have been any pause, but Santiago wasn’t some hired gun—he was a loyal Ferrante member. Santiago failed to move, which only angered my father. He thought he had a one up, but he didn’t know, or rather, he forgot.

I scream and hung up. Monday morning I arrive at work extra early and emidiatly call Sinclair. " Hello this is Mr. Rossa I need to talt to Sebastian Sinclair, its urgent!" I say as soon as his Secretary greets me. The Sinclairs are not just a new partner, they are our new allies. We fought with them for almost five years for the New Yorker drugs territory , it was a fucking bloodbath and we finally found a way to share and even double or income by working together.

No, no, no— let this not be how they know each other. Before I could finally run, Luca turned to where I stood, and motioned me over with a bright smile. “Babe!” he called. “Come here. I want you to meet my father.” He was the Sebastian Rossi? Luca’s father? The world blurred and I felt my heart drop straight into my stomach and die there.

She lay and held her teddy bear closely. "Who is that man?" She mumbled. Brown scratched his hair. "He is a Mafia." "Mafia?" "Yeah. His name is Leonardo Cappuccino." "Wow. I have never seen one before. I only read about them in stories, are they exactly the way stories portray them to be?" Brown stared at her, "You mean like the way a bad boy that belongs to the Mafia falls in love with an innocent girl and then destroys the whole world for her sake?" He smirked and Ashley laughed.

He said. "Yeah, I could take over but nah. Julian and I are just flinging around and there's nothing serious. When I look at him, I see his father who killed my parents." I balled my fist. "And they'll pay. Especially Vincenzo Raniero. He'd watch his Umpire crash" "Okay then. You have to return back to the Mansion" He adjusted his wrist watch. "And you will" "I.. I need time to arrange myself and thoughts" I scratched the back of my hair

His eyes were full of contempt, as if he were looking at trash. “You want to see Don Corleone?” He spat out a mouthful of smoke. His shiny crocodile-skin shoe nearly stepped on Sonny’s face as he kneeled on the floor. “In Newford, the line of people who want to be Don Corleone’s dogs stretches all the way to the Statue of Liberty. Who the hell do you think you are?” Sonny trembled violently. “N-Nine Fingers, sir! I-I’ve got guts! I dare to kill! My sister… My sister is yours to play with!” As he spoke, he shoved me forward hard.

She says, rolling her eyes at the absurdity of what she said. Both Lena and I give each other an amused knowing look while a little laugh escapes us because she does have a point. “Well, your intuition is on point,” I say, heaving out a sigh. “So, is there anything else I need to know?” She asks, getting into my face again. Honestly? Yes, there is quite a bit, but this is the actual big one. Thank God, I kept it vague as Lena said earlier. Only one who knows about this, and by ‘this’ I mean everything, is Angelo's cousin, who is now the Capo dei capi, Matteo DeSantis.