Vita Nostra Novels & Stories

SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA (THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE) The Bratva's empire was buzzing with activity as staff scurried around, preparing for Donatella's 20th birthday celebration. Amidst the chaos, the sound of heels clicking on the floor announced the arrival of Valerie and Ariana De Luca, Donatella's sisters. They stepped into the foyer, their presence immediately noticeable.

Mark immediately regretted asking. Mia entered just in time to hear that. She narrowed her eyes. "Why does that sound dangerous?" Luca grinned. "Because it is." He opened the file. Inside was a photograph. A woman. Elegant. Confident. Sharp-eyed. The kind of person who looked dangerous even while smiling. "Who is she?" Mia asked. Luca looked delighted. "Her name is Valentina De Luca." Mark sighed. Already tired. Luca continued dramatically. "Lead negotiator for the Vitale Family."

The moment she met my gaze, however, she instantly resumed her usual haughty demeanor. "You used to handle the arrangements for Mr. Vitale's visits, didn't you? He's our most important client, and he's due for the routine meeting in a few days. Tell me what he likes." Alessandro Vitale? I laughed inwardly. "Mr. Vitale is important, sì. He's a wine expert, and his favorite is 1985 Romanée-Conti. He doesn't leave without polishing off half a bottle." Elena's eyes lit up, and she immediately pulled up an online wine store. The moment she saw the price tag, the color drained from her face.

A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive. "What does that one mean?" I asked pointing to the strange words clearly in Italian. "It means to seduce and destroy," He simply stated, grabbing the hand that was tracing his tattoos and placing a kiss on my knuckle, awarding me a genuine smile. He then leaned in, plunging into a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His hands cupped my breast, squeezing my hardened nipple through my shirt. I tugged at his hair with desire.

I tapped the file even though all I had was my word against theirs now, “Delilah. May I call you Delilah?” “You may not,” she said smoothly, “Mrs. Vitelli will suffice.” “Mrs. Vitelli, then,” I said, smiling tightly. “You and your husband have been married for six years now. That’s a long time in your line of work.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “My line of work? I’m afraid I don’t understand. I’m a homemaker. My work consists of raising my children and hosting charitable events. Surely that isn’t a crime.” “Of course not,” I said, leaning forward. “But your husband’s work? That’s a different story, isn’t it? Lorenzo Vitelli—known enforcer for the Cosa Nostra. A man so dangerous that his name

Gold eyes fluttering in dreams. She whispered: "You won't be their idol. You won't be their symbol. You will be their reckoning." Behind her, Lorenzo entered quietly. "It's started," he said. Aria didn’t look at him. "It started the day I gave birth." She stood. Touched the glass. "Let them crown him. We'll teach him to swing the blade that cuts it off." ~~~~~~~~~~ ROME — VATICAN CRYPT A priest opened a sealed drawer beneath the oldest cathedral vault. Inside: a scroll, burnt at the edges, stamped with a crimson crown.

“What is this?” She retreats to the corner, unfolding it. Alessia follows quickly, peering over her shoulder. Rowan soon moves in, his expression sharp, and Bianca joins, still fuming but curious. Rina stands alone now, shaking, the cup trembling in her grip. Her voice cracks. “Signore Moretti. Please. Have mercy on me. It’s not what you think.” Luciana looks up, holding the sheet of paper between her fingers. “Dante, what is this? What is… Aconite?”

"I'm sorry but I am a bit scared of the whole thing." His gaze was steady and unwavering. "Don't be scared and you won't be recognized. You are not going as Chiara Moretti, the presumed dead heiress. You are going as Miss Viviana Marino." He paused, letting the new name settle between us. "A businesswoman who has just returned to Italy. Someone with the best wine production in the whole of Southern Europe, a true connoisseur of the finer things, and not just that, she is also a remarkable tech engineer, with a keen interest in the future of artificial intelligence. A visionary, a woman of both wealth and intellect, with an air of quiet power."

“He didn’t.” Giovanni nodded. “The Vitale were the first family to come up in Chicago, but sometimes families die out. Laureano Vitale has only one heir.” Giovanni’s eyes met mine. “Arabella, you are the last Vitale, the last of the bloodline. Like royalty, we pass the mantle down to our children, not outsiders. Your union will join the two families and make us the most powerful family in Chicago.” “He offered a merger?” I asked, understanding. The family had thinned through the generations, and I was all that remained. “To his greatest enemy?”

Vincent said if you hadn't denied you feeling I would have succumbed mine and move on with my life. moreover, if Andrew liked you, he wouldn't have made a move on me. Vincent continued how dare you??? she screamed you are attracting unnecessary audience. Vincent said while looking at some employees that clustered at her door. Do you know what I did before you got these your job? after I picked you from that dump and made you who you are now, this is how you repay me??? she asked