Thomas Gambino Grandson Novels & Stories

Aria, scared stiff of saying the wrong thing to Trey, stayed put in her room, not coming out no matter who called. Trey was shaking with fury as he scanned the documents Thomas had brought. "Thomas, tell me this isn't true." Thomas, the grandson of Trey's lifelong buddy and known for his level-headedness, had Trey's full trust. However, the bombshell he had just dropped was about Trey's own grandson, the one who seemed to make a career out of trouble. Thomas had done his homework on the Gordons before showing up, so he got why Trey was seeing red. "Mr. Gordon, maybe my team goofed and handed me the wrong file. Hang tight, I'll double-check and get back to you, okay?"

I locked eyes with him waiting for his lips to start moving. "It's the Gambino's. They have Gian and his men captured in New York. They want to negotiate a deal." That motherfucking Gambino family has been rubbing me the wrong way for the past few weeks now, they were like an irritating rash, but now they are starting to fuck with my money, my business, my familia. "They are still going on about us operating on their turf."

I kicked his leg when he remained silent, and he let out a cry. “Who sent you?” Right now, I think my question should be how much were you paid to take such a suicide mission, and not only that, he brought daddy dearest with him. He raised his head, and that’s when I saw him properly. It was the younger Gambino, sitting on the ground with a gunshot wound to his leg. I scoffed. I wasn’t surprised he had been the one sent to handle their business. “You killed my father,” he cried out, and I raised an eyebrow.

He was looking forward to the baby. I had always thought that once the baby was born, everything would get better. I never expected him to believe Angelina so easily, to suspect me of infidelity and question the bloodline of the child in my womb. Now that he had personally killed my baby, my heart had died with him. Stephan controlled the entire underground network of North America and even Europe. Darren had angered him. The Falcone family would face annihilation.

Forrest shook his head and replied, “I don’t mind, Thomas. However, my grandson didn’t want to take your last name. He is still holding a grudge against his father for abandoning his mother while she was pregnant.” Thomas was dumbfounded. In his son’s defense, Hayden wasn’t aware that his ex-wife was already pregnant when he divorced her. He looked at his friend and said, “I will bring my son, Hayden, to you to beg for forgiveness, Forrest. My son wants to be part of his son’s life.” Forrest nodded his head and replied, “I don’t have any objections, Thomas. Let’s continue with this matter after we talk to my grandson.” After dinner, Grandpa Ferguson looked at his eldest grandson with deep af

I knew Kelvin would be watching though. “You are Costello's nephew, right?” I asked one of the young guys. “I am, sir.” He was respectful as he should be. Just because he is a part of the crime family doesn't mean he has clout to be anything less than respectful to me and my establishment. That is how the Gambino Mob is supposed to be. You give respect, you get respect. I rejoined Kelvin and Robort, he wanted a cigarette so I told him to go ahead. I was waiting on something and when the game ended and the payout was made, a few men stood up with the purpose of leaving the table. They were done playing and would give their post to another buy in guy and I held my hand up.

Dante put the photos away. “If you truly care about Stefano, stay away from him.” He paused and added, “And Faye as well. She has been suffering from insomnia. Only recently has she finally started to rest peacefully.” After saying that, he left. Behind him, Gabriele did not follow. Later, Gabriele returned to the Carlos estate. After the Smith family’s downfall, the Carlos family gained immense power, and all of the capos were in high spirits. They praised Gabriele for his brilliance, saying it was the most decisive victory the Carlos family had achieved in the past decade. Gabriele simply sat in the main seat and listened to the entire meeting. Throughout it all, he said nothing.

Lucas's mother stood beside him, pale and nervous, trying to apologize before the situation got worse. Isabella's face turned white. Her voice trembled as she spoke. "Donna Gambino, I'm so sorry. I thought Sophia had agreed. I didn't know she would change her mind in front of everyone. I'll leave right now." Then she turned and ran out of the room. My father, Leo Gambino, Don of the Gambino family, sat in the armchair with a cigar between his fingers. He took one slow drag. His face darkened. Lucas lowered his head, but his jaw was tight.

“Hey, Mom?” “Hmm?” “Will you tell the story of how you and Dad met again?” Mom grins. “I’m pretty sure you know the story by heart by now.” “Please?” I’ve heard Mom tell us this tale at least a hundred different times growing up, but I never tire of listening. She takes a seat at the kitchen table and gestures to the free chair beside her. Once I’ve taken my seat, she begins. “As I’m sure you’re aware, this world is dangerous. And I’m not talking about the world in general. I’m talking about ours. The Mafia Inheritance.” She sips her tea and hums. “Your father and I… What we had was very new. But when he learned I’d been taken by him, he dropped everything—risked everything—love me and to sa

How come he didn't know after all these years. All those years wasted,he spent no time with his grandson. No wonder he felt familiar and gave him a special feeling when he first saw the kid. It was just that Giorgio couldn't have imagined that this kid was from his own family! Zara met his gaze and nodded, explaining very seriously. "That's right father, he's your eldest grandson,Sebastian, you also have a younger grandson named Xavier who's still in college, they're both mine and Fernando’s children."