Vito Basso Novels & Stories

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

“Dig deeper. Quietly.” Gianna, meanwhile, caught a different whisper. Across the table, a Castellano lieutenant—Vito, a grizzled veteran with a muttered to his neighbor, his words sharp: “Kai’s too cozy with her. We take him out, we take the throne.” Her blood ran cold, her hand tightening on Kai’s. Vito’s plot was a blade aimed at his heart, and her choice—tell Alessio, strengthening her father, or warn Kai, risking everything—tore at her.

"But Vittorio's sent the information. You need to see this." Enzo grunts but nods and reaches for the pad with his good hand. He's NOT surprised however, when he reads through the content; ELIO ADAMS. Age: 26 Height 5'7 Nationality: Italian-American Alias: Eli Adams. Besides it is a picture of Eli, but with black hair. ....Or who he apparently thought was Eli.

Building the tempo and rhythm of what he made me feel, his cock hard and hot against me. He was an Adonis. A man known for his conquest of the most aristocratic women and his love for women who were beautiful. I was shivering when Vincenzo led me, still locking lips, towards the tub. He sat on one edge and pulled me onto his hard lap, straddling my hips between his shaft, the bulge of his manhood pressing against my vagina as I rubbed against him. I was doing a perfect job of heightening his desire without trying too hard and he expressed this by letting out a guttural moan that followed with an even fiercer kiss as I rubbed on his manhood.

Vienna I. Am. Fucked. Not fucked, well at least not in the literal sense. Screwed. Yeah, that’s the word for it. I’m officially screwed. I’ve got to be the most screwed up person in Newark at this point. Marco fucking Rossellini! The bastard should have his head severed and served to his body on a fucking platter. Worse than that because the man deserves a slow and painful death. One that’ll leave him half dead and barely alive. On his knees, pleading, begging for his life like he deserves to.

, I demanded. He sat upright and sighed, looking at me critically. “Near death has not made you sentimental, I see”, he said. “There you go, talking like a suit again”, I said jokingly. “We now have a common enemy. His name is Vincenzo”, he said, getting off the bed. I looked up at him as he heaved slowly, causing his chest to rise and fall steadily. “Yes, we do. But he is practically untouchable and I am lucky to be alive so, what is it?”, I said.

CASSANDRA POV 1 YEAR LATER. "Why can't you send someone else?" I questioned my boss Mateo holding the phone up my ear. "Because you're the best assassin we have to kill this motherfucker, who has been causing trouble for us," Mateo said. "I don't give a fuck how you kill him, seduce him, shoot him in the dick, do what you have to get him" "Fine, so what's the guy's name, and what does he look like," I asked.

Instead, they were confined to their territory in Nework, barely even managing to hold on at all. And ever since Vito was stripped of his title, falling from grace, he hit rock bottom and spent his days in a drunken stupor—a far cry from the former glory he used to possess as Don Castaldo.

"La sua anima riposi in pace (May her soul rest in peace). I'm honored to wear it." "Oh please, it is I who is honored to have you wear it. You are my guest of honor. Please, enjoy yourself, and if you need anything, you can personally request for my presence, and Cassio will be at your service." He kissed me on both cheeks before excusing himself. "That was Cassio Abate," Vito told me as he sat down next to me on my left. "He only every single item that will be auctioned today." "Is he in the Mafia?" I asked curiously, watching him mingle with the other guests.

His lips curled back, exposing his teeth. Every warning bell inside me went off, screaming sirens that begged me to run away from the heightened anger that rolled off him. “Fuck you! You have no idea who I am.” “Saying you’re a Vitale when I know you’re a bargain-basement stripper, showing your body for a dollar, is a fucking disgrace to the Vitale name.” I couldn’t wrench free from his grip, and he wasn’t backing down. Without pause I swung my leg forward, right up into his crotch.