Si Basilio Novels & Stories

God this guy was a lunatic even his good looks couldn’t stop me from seeing that. I flinched as he moved close to me. “Alright that’s enough.I know you know me and the reason of you being here.” He said and waited for my reply . I acted oblivious and I could see he was getting furious over my silence “Ralph Basalmo,underboss to the Genovese.That ring a bell?” “No” “Liar.You work for the Gambinos so you should know by now that they have a beef with us” “Or maybe you have a beef with them”I said regretting my words immediately.

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

Silas was more than he appeared, and I couldn't help but wonder about the secrets he held. "Hey, come on, you two, let's grab some breakfast," Gerald invited, his tone warm and inviting, a bit of a contrast to the formal setting. He motioned towards the dining area, signaling for us to follow. Silas replied with a short, "Sure, Dad," but I could sense the hesitation in his voice. It was subtle, but there, telling me he wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea of a new Luna, especially my mom, Kendall. As we headed to the dining area, I walked alongside Silas, stealing a glance at him. There was a whole mix of feelings written on his face, hinting at a deeper story. It was clear he was grapplin

Vallas ordered then they both went into his quarters and the small room besides his bedroom where they could sit, after settling into the chairs Vallas turned fully to master Rodas who was still rubbing out the stiffness from his muscles as he did not even go to refresh or rest first since he found out instead he started his homewards journey. “His name is Basil.” Rodas started as horror dawned on Vallas's face at the name. “He walks with a limp and his wife is sick. Basil left the army during the war because he was severely injured and that war was the same one that you left afterwards. So you should know him.” “I do know him. He was a very good friend of mine.” Vallas replied absently.

" I smiled at her, and Alessandro pulled out my chair for me to sit down; I took a quick glance at Alessandro's father, and he gave me a subtle wink. Shit! I ignored his wink. Alessandro sat down in the seat next to me placing his hand on top of mine for reassurance. "Cassandra, this is my mother, Bianca," He spoke, and she leaned her hand out for mine across the table. "Nice to meet you, dear," She spoke in her Italian accent. She was a beautiful woman, I don't get why her husband constantly cheated on her. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee, my son?" Alessandro's father spoke up, taking a sip of the whiskey he had in his glass.

"If you don’t mind." "Sure," Bisila shrugged. "Sorry, Daglous. Looks like the old guy won." The man in the hat extended his arm, and they walked out together. “You’ve got a sharp tongue, don’t you, Ms. Bisila?” he said as they strolled down the street. “Sharp enough to know when someone’s trying to pull one over on me,” she replied. “So, who are you really?” “Oh, I think you know. Or at least you figured it out in Donnie’s,” he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Her name tag reads Beatrice. Beatrice smirks, crossing her arms. “It’s not like we’ll have to bother with this nonsense. Our priority is Alpha Elijah, not some crying pup to babysit.” A ripple of agreement passes through the room, and another woman, tagged as Dahlia, a petite woman with icy blue eyes, chimes in with a smug smirk. “Besides, isn’t it ironic? Luna Serena, the great example, chose herself over her son, didn’t she? That’s the story we’ve all heard. Practice what you preach.”

"We could take advantage of the opportunity to do so. What do you think Sergio and Jebidiah?" "I’ve been hearing whispers of some rebellion in the territories." Elder Sergio agreed. "Then it’s settled." Elder Jebidiah announced. "We will see you in a week's time, Silas Jameson. Please, don’t make us regret this." "I won’t." Silas assured him, giving a slight bow. "Then you may leave." Nodding, Silas got up from his seat. Turning, he held out a hand to me and waited as I reluctantly took it.

Yes, like a rabbit animal. “Mmmm, Calista, you need to own up to your actions. This house has certain rules you have to follow. If you weren't someone we were keeping to obtain something important to us, we would have gouged your eyes out for watching.” Santino’s voice drops to a serious tone and I shiver. In a way, I find him more dangerous than his brother, especially the fact that he always seems to calm his nerves down as if he is worried any moment he will explode and wreak havoc

I said. “Shit.” “What does shit mean?” I asked him. “Stay away from Gideon Delanie, trust me on this, I’ll call you back,” Basil said and ended the call. Tank raised an eyebrow as I put my phone away and frowned. This was not what I had expected, Basil was hiding something and I had no idea how deep he was in with Gideon. I knew Basil didn’t always follow the letter of the law, but he wasn’t the type to get involved with the black market.