Vita Nostra Novels & Stories

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He didn’t also bother to look back at her. The officiating minister cleared his throat and began his sermon. “We are gathered here to witness the joining together of Ramon Anthony Fridling and Violet Heathenway.” He started, earning hisses and muffles from the crowd. “Do you Ramon Fridling take Violet Heathenway as your wife, to love and ch – “Yes I do.” Ramon interrupted earning chuckles from the crowd. “And do you, Violet Heathenway, take Ramon Fridling as your husband, to love and cherish in moments of joy or sorrow. In times of joy and pains, in riches and in poverty –

It was clear that they had the same degree of dislike. Moreover, they were fighting over, ah no — fighting for the same heart. Loui Argent. Irina darted —towards Malia, then took away the big man who had previously caught the girl nicknamed The Sweet Blood. Without the slightest hesitation, Irina grabbed Malia's neck, then looked at the scar that had dried up on the girl's neck. "I should have killed you when your two heroes came," said Irina with a bitter laugh at the end of the sentence.

I turn to my brothers and neither of them look like they know what to say either. “Oh for goddess sake” says Nova in her amused voice. “Hi Angelina. I am Princess Noraveena but please just call me Nova or Noves. These Jugg heads are the Kings Alex, Peter and Luthor and I am guessing you’ve all realised you are fated mates?” We all nod at Nova. I realise I am still holding Angelina’s hand and I cant bring myself to let go. “Tell us a little about yourself please Angelina?” asks Peter. One of us has finally found their voice. Thank fuck for that, this was getting embarrassing.

"Stefano is terrified of him. In the family hierarchy, Vincenzo is a god, and Stefano is... well, the help. That is why his company is called Aetheris Biotech and not anything tied to the Conti name." It clicked instantly. Stefano’s insecurity. His constant need for validation. Vincenzo had not helped me out of kindness. He had done it to put his arrogant nephew firmly in his place. "So, Vincenzo is the one person Stefano cannot touch," I said thoughtfully. "Exactly," Carmelita replied. A plan began to take shape in my mind, sharp and precise. "Carmelita," I said slowly, a smile spreading across my lips, "I am going to Vitale Group International tomorrow. I am going to apply for a job."

he said, his eyes lingering on my curves. "Thank you," I said shyly. Jacopo offered me his arm, and we stepped out into the cool night air. The moon was full, and the stars twinkled above us as we walked to his car and began driving into the nearby city. We passed small cafes and shops, and I couldn't help but feel like I was living in a fairy tale. A dark fairy tale, I reminded myself. "We're here," Jacopo's voice pulled me from my inner thoughts. He opened my door and stepped out onto the cobblestone street in front of a small building with a sign that read, Degustazione di Vini.

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

He nodded and I touched his hand. His hand was so big. Trust me, if he tells you that I was attacked by a shark you'd believe it. His hand had a lot of scars and I'm pretty sure this Datura Flower tattoo is covering a bad scar oh and it has a tiny text underneath… Co-sa No-stra. What's that? “Cosa Nostra. What does it mean?” I asked as I read the tiny text under the Datura Flower. “I'll have to kill you if I tell you.”

Vita was one lucky girl to have these big, powerful men wrapped around her tiny fingers. "I'm taking her out on a date." Leo winked at Carlo as he carried Vita. Carlo just chuckled and made a shooing motion at them. "Your wife didn't come along?" Lily asked Carlo. "She is in Sicily with her parents since she is almost seven months pregnant." The disappointment was evident on Carlo's face. Sasha had already spilled the details about Carlo's sinking marriage. Lily felt bad for them and especially for little Vita. The girl was so vibrant. Lily didn't want the cruel hands of the Cosa Nostra to snatch the color away from the girl's life. Like it did to hers.