Thomas Gambino Grandson Novels & Stories

ELENA DUVAL Dimitri held my hand as he shut the bedroom door behind us. “Why do you have a picture, Ivan Gambino,” My gaze briefly went over the other pictures I had picked up from the table before leaving. Confusion etched in my face as I met with Dimitri's. “He's a Slovakian. Part of the Mafia. The Slovakian don himself,” Dimitri straightened. “He took over after I killed his brother, Boris Gambino,”

I ask. " They are not the only ones with power, Lorenzo. The Massimo family are also powerful and the best we can do is let them know that we won't be bullied and pushed around. The moment we start accepting that, is the beginning of our downfall. Now fucking accept that deal. We will make them understand why we are the best in the whole of Chicago. " My old man growls. " What about your grandson? Apparently, he secretly met with the Gambino's. He is plotting something. This can't be a fucking Coincidence. " I point out.

"That's bullshit! Where did this charlatan come from? How dare you trick my family!" Sebastian heard the other party's voice before meeting him. A young and handsome man angrily stormed into the house. Behind him was an old man dressed in a yellow tuxedo. He seemed like a spiritual person. "Thomas? Weren't you locked up? How did you escape?" James' expression turned serious. The young man was his grandson, Thomas Turner, who broke the lucky charm! He was a playboy who had a bad reputation in Steinberg. Thomas would use his influence to wreak havoc in the area.

Anita sighed, "It's your wife's fault. Why would she leave the villa at night? She knows it is dangerous, right?" Grace agreed, "She's such a headache; no wonder this family is not functioning anymore because your world revolves around her." I raised an eyebrow at Grace and pulled my gun. "Don't try to make me mad, Grace! You're not helping the situation." Uncle Fred intervened, saying, "Jaxon, calm down! Can we talk about this inside?" And Anthony arrived and said unexpectedly, "Mr. Gambino's son is back.” “AND?!” Anthony added, “He’s with Cattleya.”

"Arabella, what are you talking about? This boy is an orphan I took in. You're delusional, trying to invent a connection where there is none." Leo's face went white. The hope in his eyes was completely extinguished. "No… Father, that's not what you said…" His voice trembled. "You said I was your pride… that I was the future of the Falcone family…" Marco didn't even look at him. He pulled Isabella closer. "Baby, Nico is my firstborn, my only heir. There's no one else in my heart but you and him." Leo looked as if he'd been struck by lightning. His small body faltered.

It was time to say goodbye. … To celebrate Mia's return, the Gambino family threw a family banquet. They all seemed to believe that bringing her back meant securing the Valente family's support. But what thrilled them even more was the early arrival of Vincent Salerno, Navarro Group's second-in-command. He had come to escort the Navarro family's heiress. The Navarro family were the undisputed rulers of the East Coast. For the Gambinos, establishing ties with them was the highest honor. And the Navarro family's boss, whom everyone respected and feared? He was my father.

she implored, her words trembling with emotion. Thomas, unmoved by Susan's plea, responded with a callous chuckle, his voice tinged with cynicism. "No, our son was both wrong and unforgivable. I am disappointed in him. Right now, the one you care about, your grandson, is safe with Giovanni. So, don't dwell on them. Just rest here," he dismissed, his weariness palpable in his voice.

"i am your grandfather too not only his so you can share anything with me " "but i ... actually ..m mm...someone ... send me threatning messgaes .. you know as he is billionaire so as handsome bachelor is off board so you know ...mm people are angry ." "is it his one of mafia enemy ?" i looked at him so quickly that i thought my neck broke . "m...ma..mafia ..m how... i .. mean ..you ..." "how i know that my grand son is mafia king " he said to me . "he is my grand son larib and i am his grand dad he is my third generation and my third generation can not fool me ...."

Mr Williams said to the men he was with, holding out his arm to us. “This is my youngest son, Hendrix and his lovely wife, Ruth. She is Gambino's only daughter.” My father-in-law introduced, all the men turning to me. Some gave disapproving stares while others gaped. I knew most of them from these gatherings but not the usual men my dad associated with. “Miss Gambino,” One of the older men said, holding out his hand. I shook it, shaking the others after. It was weird, all eyes on me. I felt as if I was at an auction. I could just see the crazy in their eyes from hearing my surname.

“That young man used to go to school there and was also one of my grandfather's students, in fact he was the captain for their team. Grandfather said that he was a smart one and had many achievements in basketball…' Thomas explained. "Wait a minute. Thomas Gerald… So, your grandfather was John Gerald? Mr. Gerald?" Asked Ria who had just realized that Thomas had the same last name as the coach. "Yes, right…. But, how do you know that?" Thomas tilted his head at her in confusion. Thomas thought, clearly he hadn't mentioned his grandfather's name yet. Was his grandfather that famous? “Err.. I just…” “Ria? Here you are…” Both of them turned their head as Hans came from the door, side of the hall