Sturniolo Brothers Novels & Stories

Their faces were almost identical: sharp jaw, narrow-edged dilated pupils, long black beard and shaggy hair tied in different styles. "Hehehe... brother, look. Three beauties stumbling upon our territory," the one holding the flute giddily stated. Zillah narrowed her eyes. She only read about them in the books of traitors at the Krystalline Academy. "The Lou Brothers of the Olaire Tribe," she spouted with disgust. She knew that the Olaire Tribe seemed clean on their record with only these three brothers branded as traitors. But she was not sure herself. She had no proofs but...

Standing in front of me were the three remaining Moretti brothers, the cousins of the Don I had buried in the Bronx. They looked like a darker, crueler mirror image of the men I left behind. Marco, the oldest, was dressed in a pristine charcoal suit, his dark hair slicked back. Next to him stood Sandro, lean and restless, his fingers nervously playing with a heavy gold lighter. And then there was Enzo, the youngest, whose chest was bare beneath an unbuttoned silk shirt, his eyes locked onto me with a predatory hunger that made my skin crawl. Enzo took a step toward me, his hand reaching down to unbuckle his belt. "Franco said she’s the one holding the majority shares. Let me break her in fir

My eyes widened in surprise. Elio Saconne was one of the brothers of Tom Saconne, the Don of the Saconne family. Marcelo had explained a little about the dynamics of the mafia families. Tom Saconne was the oldest of three brothers. After him were his two younger brothers, Elio and Felice Saconne. Despite how impulsive Tom appeared, it was a known fact that he doted on his brothers though I had doubts on whether he actually doted on them or if it was simply that he let them do whatever they wanted, precisely because he didn’t care about them.

The Swift Security Series Tank Chapter 36 *The Ricco Brothers * The Ricco brothers Rafello, John and Adam Ricco. Owners of Donovan's nightclub and various other businesses in the area. The Ricco Brothers are well known for supplying anything….. Whatever you're after, the Ricco brothers are the ones who can get it. Drugs, weapons, counterfeits and women…. Yeah, sick! The oldest of the brothers, Rex, or who we now know as Rafello, is 42 years old and the head of the Ricco clan.

"The Costello brothers are bad news. Both of them. I'll start with the younger one, Dante. On the surface, he's the family's Underboss, handling all the 'clean' businesses and Whirl Street investments. But in reality, he's the one running their overseas money laundering. He's darker than anyone realizes. "The older brother, Luciano, is worse. Officially, he's the Capo in Crownpoint, in charge of the docks and smuggling. Behind the scenes, he's brutal. A few years ago, to take over territory, he personally dumped a rival family's Don into the Hatton River."

“You started this, and your stupid husband! You’ve dragged us all down!” “Damn you, Luna. Damn you, Andrius.” The brothers, Harry, George, and Dick, and their respective families, never saw eye to eye. With this incident upon them, they all vented their anger on Luna and Andrius. They did not want to overcome the crisis together as a family. Instead, they were considering turning Andrius and Luna in just to save their own skin.

Rocco Delafuerte, his closest buddy, is also a Tycoon businessman, but he is also ruthless. But wait, there's more... Tsk, my second brother's name is Leonardo. He's a jerk, but don't worry, he's already destroyed a lot of businesses. He's a joyful but dangerous man. Last but not least. Among the two jerks, my favorite brother, hehehe. Giovanni Axel Zeus Ezrael Gaze for short, but I prefer 'Vanni'. The most monstrous of my two older brothers. At the young age of 26? Come'on!

When the shop assistant had left, he approached him, leaving Brahim to browse the display cases. The youngest of the Tonali brothers was beginning to think that what Brandon had said was true. The empire of his ancestors was losing power. Production had reduced its daily percentage and several of their alliances had broken their ties. They were barely holding on with crumbs. He turned around to find the problem. His brother, the firstborn of the most feared patriarch, was searching through a tray of engagement rings looking for the perfect one for his fiancée. Brahim's jaw tensed, holding back the anger he couldn't release, because everything around him was glass.

With one last smile, I marched towards the family who loudly hooted, as the volleyball furiously flew from one side to another. "You're gonna lose, asshole." Vincenzo loudly laughed at his brother's disheveled state. Sweat beads covered his hair and naked chest and, sand particles sticked to him like a second skin. "Shutup, dickhead. Whose plan was this anyways?" He hissed back, his chest heaving up and down from all the running. "Not mine, for sure." Tyler yelled back, his hand roughly colliding with the ball once again. Before Lorenzo could bark out more curses, he swiftly paced to the other side and batted the ball back with equal force making it fly above the three aw-struck boys.

’ I fixed my Alpha aura into my message knowing he couldn’t turn me down. ‘Fine, yes Alpha’ I could hear the laced sound of sarcasm in his voice and it just riled me up more. This boy wasn’t going to make a good Alpha and I was worried to leave my pack to him, if I could choose then Finn would be the obvious choice, but as he’s not the first born he can’t claim it unless he challenges and kills his brother. I hadn't explained it in detail to them before, i don't want them to fight, i want them to support each other when i'm finally gone. The only other way would be if his brother turned rogue and left but that spoiled little prick would never risk his comfy living and whores.