Sturniolo Brothers Mga Nobela at Kwento

My hands clench into fists. I let him off too easily that night. Gio nods, keeping his gaze on his screen. “No problem. We'll find him.” “E lo rovineremo.”(And we'll ruin him.) Lorenzo echoes, his jaw clenched. A smile tugs on my lips as I stare at my Brothers. The four brothers of Lupi Di Sicilia. Wolves Of Sicily. Our gang name runs high in Chicago and we’re known not to be messed with. But some gangs still like to test us out. Much to their doom.

Luca Alessio Giannini. The eldest of the two brothers… the crueler, cleverer, and ruthless of the two brothers. My breath hitched, I held myself from hyper venting. He was a thorn in many old haggards and born-in-the-game Mafia leaders. His civil persona didn’t fool me. I knew of his reputation which would pledge no mercy at the end of this.

“My brother. Antonio Moretti.” The name lands wrong. Familiar, but wrong. I purse my mouth tightly, confusion rippling through me as I try to reconcile his words with what I know. “That does not make sense,” I say slowly. “Antonio Moretti is one of the three brothers.” I've done enough research on the Morettis, in my time before Lucien and after, to know there are three of them. Salvatore, the oldest. Antonio, the second child. Lucien, the youngest.

Matteo's asked and Stefano was quick to answer this time "Your dick head of a brother is planning on going there alone again, to confront someone like Sullivan" Stefano said, his eyes landing on Spade. What really caught Spade's attention was the fact that Stefano called him Matteo's brother, how the hell did he know about that? Stefano noticed the look he was getting and he rolled his eyes. "Please don't tell me you think I hadn't figured out yet that you're brothers"? He asked "give me some credit boys, I'm not stupid"

I awkwardly chuckled, deciding to let them go on. "You already know that I'm the second eldest." Luciano shrugged back in his seat. I slightly jumped when bubbles whispered to me, "Luc is the bipolar one." "Well, I'm Marco. Third eldest brother." Warm giant softly grinned and I nodded before bubbles whispered "the mom." "Fourth eldest, as you already know." Tony added on and bubbles whispered "Bodybuilding freak with anger issues." There was a silence as everyone stared at dickhead. He rolled his eyes before finally deciding to speak when Giovanni cleared his throat in a threatening manner.

Sometimes I wished I turned off the fucking phone, but I wouldn’t be surprised if my father’s favorite henchmen showed up to deliver the message. “Son.” “What the hell is it now?” “Oh grumpy, did I interrupt something?” “Yes, my sleep.” I spat. “Business never rests. It’s the DeCanio brothers they’re getting out of line. I hear they’re eyeing one of ours.” Rocco and his brothers were the second largest group of loan sharks in the country. A rapid rise for a crew that was less than a hundred years old. “What the fuck you want from me?” “You’re with that woman aren’t you?”

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

I'm talking the truth. Darius nodded at me. "He is just as clueless." He told me. "Fuck!" I punched the wall. I heard the poor boy gasp in fear until his feet shuffled out of the room but i held him back "Who do you think pulled this stunt?" My brother asked. "Who do you think? Nathan of course. He is the only one stupid with enough reason to do this. He is lucky he is under the radar." "Apparently, he isn't."

"How long have you worked for him? Because the way he looked at you last night wasn't the way men look at their assistants." "That's not relevant to this meeting," Isla said, color rising in her cheeks despite the steadiness of her voice. "Isn't it?" Elena leaned forward now too, and I realized with a sinking clarity that this wasn't Camille acting alone — the cousins had walked in with a plan, and Isla was the wedge they intended to use to crack the table open. "We're about to enter a partnership with Mr. Blackthorne. It seems entirely relevant to understand who has his ear. And who has his attention."

“This—this triplet brothers act—don’t let it get into your head. Always remember where you all came from. “You are not brothers. Can never be. You are here to survive. And you will do just that.” His eyes narrowed. “Know this, you cannot be smarter than me. I made you. And I can scatter you all back to where I picked you from.” He paused, looking piercingly at their faces in a long minute of staring. “Get out. All of you.” They nodded, a small bow, turning to leave. “Not you, River,” the Boss said.