Vito Basso Novels & Stories

Mateo straightened, finally continuing. “Trailing him is possible but infertile, capo. He’s a vice police superintendent.” Vito’s dry chuckle cut through the stiff tension. “A vice superintendent of the country… is a drug dealer. What a shame.” He snatched the glass and downed it in one swift gulp. Milan’s eyes widened, and she shot him a scathing glare, but he didn’t care. Her scowl might have lingered, but then the young waiter returned with bottles of Antinori and Tommasi.

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

He had black hair with a streak of white that was slicked back. When he saw me, he smiled– a predator's grin. “Ah, Bella,” he said smoothly. “Please, sit. I'm sorry about earlier. We just wanted to rough you up a bit.” The men stepped aside revealing a velvet armchair across from him. I sat down, my hands clasped in front of me to hide their trembling. “Eric Gambino,” he said, tapping the ash from his cigar into a glass tray. And you are….. Vittoria Balotelli.

Vito asked coldly. “You don’t have the balls,” Caddaric challenged him calmly. Vito raged and knew it was time to take Cassandra with him. His finger on the trigger pulled to the back and Cassandra closed her eyes, waiting bravely for whatever would happen to happen but she only heard a click sound. This distraction gave Casper the time to grab Vito’s neck from the back, ripping him away from Cassandra.

He raised an eyebrow, “What are you doing here?” Vittorio’s gaze instantly turned glacial. He recognized Dante Falzone. He was Gilbert Cross's closest friend, the only son of the Falzone. In addition to that, Dante was notorious as a playboy. He was wild, arrogant, and unrestrained. “What the hell are you doing?” Vittorio raised his voice. “Answer me.” Dante let out a low chuckle, casually draping his arm over my shoulder. “Can’t you see it? We’re kissing.”

Offering more. This is not about the money, after all. I have money. I’ve already given them too damn much, but I could up that sum. This is about power. “That Boris guy…” Vito says, his voice trailing off as he unbuttons his jacket and slides into an armchair. “Yeah… I know.” I mutter, reaching inside the drawer and going for my pack of cigarettes. I retrieved one and put it between my lips. Fire goes through my veins, and I’m so tense I could easily break someone’s neck.

Carmelo silently walked beside me. Vittoria De Babesy was an iconic Italian fashion designer. She simply dominated the fashion world for years now, and she wasn’t anywhere near stopping. While Leonidas Moretti, her swoon-worthy fiancé, was a jewelry mogul. Utterly in love with Viva, and always showering her with custom jewelry and other unthinkable surprises. They were a perfect pair if you’d asked me. Their love was admired by almost everyone. Even I, who didn’t believe in it.

Damien 49. "I know that you are fighting the urge to put your hands on me. I would not blame you if you did," Vito "Sicario" Moretti said to me as the elevator descended to the company ground floor. He sounded very calm saying things like this His voice was aggravating. His whole existence right now made me rage inwardly but I kept my calm. "Cut the bullshit," I said coldly as I glared at the numbers that indicated what floor we were. His mere breathing sounds beside me made me want to erase his existence immediately. The buzzing sound of the elevator was annoying enough.

I could easily picture the way those eyes must have stared down at his victims before he shot them in the head. Gianna exclaimed with awe, "He's taller than everyone." He was; he was a few inches taller and more muscular than the person next to him in every photo. That likely explains why he was referred to as the Bull by certain individuals behind his back. He was referred to in the publications by this moniker and was described as Salvatore Vitiello's heir. Businessman. conceivably outdoors. Salvatore Vitiello was known to everyone, but no one was foolish enough to write about it.

Aware of Boma and Donovan's unconventional love story, he harboured both reservations about Donovan's demeanor and a genuine desire for the couple's happiness. Throughout their tumultuous journey, Fidelis had formed an unexpected friendship with Boma, understanding the depth of her unease about Donovan. He had become a confidant, silently supporting her in the shadows. Though not a staunch supporter of Donovan due to his reputation as a "bad boy," Fidelis recognized a subtle shift in Donovan's attitude. Surprisingly, Donovan had gradually allowed him to be more involved, understanding the sincerity of his care for Boma. Fidelis often found himself in an odd position—rooting for Boma's happin