Thomas Gambino Grandson Novels & Stories

Something big enough to make a whole gang hunt her down like that. I turned back toward Thomas. He was cleaning his glasses on his shirt, the laptop screen flickering quietly in front of him. "Leader of the gang," I said slowly, walking over to my desk. "Does he have a daughter?" Thomas stopped, blinked, then shrugged. "I was told he had a kid. Don’t know if it’s a girl or boy." I stared at him for a moment, jaw clenched before I set the glass down hard on the desk. I shook my head slowly. "Something’s not adding up here though."

However, that wasn't a possibility, given the fact that it was his last few hours, and before leaving he had to go to a brunch with Gambino before he would be heading off to the airport. The brunch was filled with chatter on Gambino's part, constantly telling his son what it means to be a Mafia boss and giving Arcangelo as a prime example. Although, he noticed that the kid was terrified. By simply sitting in Arcangelo's general vicinity, the 15-year-old boy was shaking. As the time drew on and they talked business for a while before Arcangelo decided it was time for him to leave. "If you'll excuse me, gentlemen," Arcangelo spoke while standing up. "But I'm afraid it's time for me to be headi

"Gambino, need I warn you that you are treading on dangerous ground? This feud between us serves no purpose. I owe you money, and I promise to pay it. While I am doing that, you'd do well to stop these games you're playing." There was a pause, and then: "I know you know the location of my HQ now. Let your illicit monitoring of my activities stop there." Gambino's retort was sharp, defiant. "And who do you think you are, son of Blackwood? You, your business, and your entire empire will be nothing without me and the influence of my family. You owe me, body and soul and spirit, and you shall pay with the last drop of your blood." My heart hammered like a clap of thunder in a raging storm. My th

I couldn’t just bear the news and here I am at some club trying to immobilize myself, drinking as much as I can to forget it all but the shit isn't working. I’m Leia Gambino, the daughter of Roman Gambino, the boss of Vatos Latos an America Mafia and news flash I’m getting married—to some stranger whom I know practically nothing about. The only thing I know about him is that he is an heir apparent to an Italian mafia boss. I don’t even know his name. Is he an old man? I don’t know and I don’t even care. I just know that I don’t want to get married just yet. If ever I would, it would be to someone whom I love but this? Love isn't existent in mafia wedlock One thing is sure, I won’t play the s

My mother asks me with a tense smile on her face. "It's just that during my ride on the highway, I heard some men talking about him." I lie indifferently but watch my parents' gestures closely. "He's the grandson of Il grande capo, Giuseppe Lombardi. I suppose he has come to take over all the businesses now that he's between life and death. I don't want you anywhere near that man; he's very dangerous, just like his whole family."

“He’s a Ramono. He’s Gabriel’s younger brother. Which means he’s---” “He’s a thief,” said Giuseppe, “and a liar. And you know what we do to thieves and liars. You want me to sign off on you being with your girl, you do this for me. It’s the family business, son. You know the price of it.”

“So you two are related? Like siblings?” “No,” Chase cut in immediately. His posture straightened as if he needed to clarify it right away. “Not like that. My father was her cousin’s mentor, and my grandmother…” He paused mid-sentence. Chase gave Domenico a complicated look, and even Renata was puzzled that she hadn't stopped him from oversharing. “She was close to her mother,” he continued, slower this time. “And when she died… we just grew up together.” Silence settled between them after that.

"Of course I did. I wasn't going to miss my great-grandson's wedding. I've survived wars, recessions, and Benedict's cooking. A little heart scare won't stop me now." Laughter rippled softly between them, laughter laced with tears of gratitude. At the Groom's Suite Upstairs, Saben Thompson stood before a mirror, adjusting the cufflinks that once belonged to his father. Though his reflection gave every indication of calmness, inside, his heart pounded like thunder beneath a storm. Behind him, Damian Wolfe his brother-in-law was leaning against the dresser, grinning. “You’re sweating more than the time you pitched to twenty investors.” Saben laughed, trying to breathe. “Feels worse. This isn

I tried calling Stefano back but he wasn't picking. “Fuck Stefano, pick up the damn call!” My mind had been all over the place since my call with Stefano. What had he planned to do? I paced my room waiting for a call from him when the phone vibrated, it was a message from him. “Don Gambino can now rest in peace. His murderer has been avenged,” the message reads.

"I don’t even have a room with a lock in that house." He frowned but said nothing. After a pause, his tone softened. "After tonight, Lucia won’t be under my sponsorship anymore. The family only supports orphans until they turn eighteen. I promised to give her a proper ending." "So you gave her my signet." "It’s just one night. You’ve had everything since childhood. She may only get this once. Consider it a favor." Adrian Camerlano, the Godfather’s eldest grandson and the youngest acting capo in Port Saint Giovanni, knew exactly what that signet meant. He simply did not think it mattered enough.