Thomas Gambino Grandson Novels & Stories

"Has it been that long? Thank you. We need to catch up. How's Gabriella?" "She's good. We have a son." "You do?" Lennox answered as he pulled a chair closer to the grouping. "Congratulations. I am out of it. What's his name?" "Carmine." Lennox and I nodded. "How old?" I asked. "Only six months." I turned to Vincent. "You're a grandfather. Congratulations." "You?" he asked me as Lennox shifted in his chair. "No." Vincent leaned forward. "They're better than having your own. You can spoil them and hand them back."

At the same time they look at me with shock which later then replaced with scowls. I guess I kinda expect that. Luciano the eldest of the Gambino brothers look at me then back to Hunter. "I dont think we need formalities" said Hunter as his hold tighten around my waist and I let my hand stayed behind him. "Please be seated" said Luciano, gesturing for us to sit. Hunter and I took our seats opposite Luciano. "The criminal is out.What a joke" scoffed Siegel, the youngest of them. His top notch wife sitting next to him. I heard he married a year after she handed my ass in prison.

"You bastard!" Thomas yelled. "I can't believe you don't even know your wife is pregnant!" He was feeling both joy and anger. He was happy that he finally had a great-grandchild. He could finally meet him and tell his wife the good news after he passed on. On the other hand, he was furious about the trouble his incompetent grandson had caused. No woman could ever forgive him for that. He had made an unforgivable mistake. Even if Jessamine could still accept a bastard like Thaddeus, Thomas would never be happy about it.

Dante snarls. “Well, if it isn’t baby Luciano.” Gabbi steps inside, calm as can be. “I wish I could say it’s a pleasure. Especially watching you harass someone who’s very important to me.” Gabriele Reina. Youngest son of New York’s second most powerful mafia don. The city’s most eligible bachelor. And my first love. The boy who left me behind to become his father’s heir in Italy. Sophomore year. My heart never really recovered. No wonder Dante’s seeing red. He barrels into Gabbi’s personal space and grabs his collar.

but only he and I knew that. The Christopher he spoke so disdainfully of was the son of Carmine Gambino. Carmine had been a Capo as long as my Pop had been the boss. He had also come over from Sicily the same year as the three reigning leaders of the family. Because of his father’s status, Christopher was made young, like me. He was like a machine as a soldier. He had no emotion and no regrets about anything he did. He spent a few years in prison because he had taken the rap for something that went down in the family. In Carmine’s defense here, Christopher had saved a lot of people in the family from going down at that time. He was what we referred to as a “stand-up guy.”

Thomas places an envelope in front of Vincent and he picks it up, opens it, and pulls out some papers. “That is the agreement I drew up from what we discussed, all it needs is your signature and I’ll transfer the money. He doesn’t take his hand of my thigh as he scans through the papers before passing them to Angelo. “How do I know you don’t work with the police or the FBI?” “How do I know that you’re not working for the police or the FBI, you are dating a former FBI agent?” Thomas replies. “That’s my business and not yours,” Thomas laughs, “Once a snitch always a snitch Mr Giovanni, remember that,”

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, the two men who cherish me above all else are absent. One is Vittorio Luciano, the only son of the Luciano family from the east, while the other is Carlos Gambino, the heir to the Gambino family from the south. This is a matter that could easily be settled with a few words, yet they try to think up all sorts of excuses to brush me off. "Anna, a gunfight has broken out at the port to the north, so I really can't step away." "I have to hold a family meeting with the elders. I can't skip it." However, the two men have barely hung up on me when I see them appear beside my adopted younger sister, Liliana Siciliano, at her coming-of-age ceremony. The

All the money had been collected, and everything went well—but I had yet to receive any information about our mysterious guest. “Who is this?” I finally asked in the car on our way back home. Before dad could answer, the guy removed his cap, showing me his chocolate brown, laid-back hair. “Angelo Marino, the grandson of Nico Marino.” He introduced himself, sitting beside me in the back. “I’m older than you.” Like I cared. He wasn’t even from the so-called main branch. He was just a grandson. “Shouldn’t he be with his family?” I turned away from Angelo’s honey eyes and focused on dad.

Grace raised an eyebrow at me before taking my hand in hers and pulling me from Alessio. “So, who are we going to kill? And when?” ************************* “You’re telling me, that your dad believes that you’re babysitting a kid?” Thomas said looking at Alessio. “Who has temper issues, who may or may not be autistic, who could be unstable at times, oh, and who is eleven” Alessio said looking at me. I laughed and he shook his head, Thomas shook his head at me and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Samson asked, “Your father is safe now, so what’s your next plan, Commander? Do you want to go back to the Southland District, stay and accompany your father, or complete your uncle’s wish?” If Thomas knew what he should do, he would not feel so upset. He continued to gaze into the distance and sigh deeply. It was even difficult for a judge to settle family troubles. This time, Thomas’ enemy was his grandfather, Nicholas Gomez. Even if this jerk used to do very wicked things, he was still Thomas’ grandfather. How in the world could a grandson punish his grandfather? It was against the moral standard! However, if he just left it alone, his father, Nelson would feel guilty for his whole life,