Vito Basso Novels & Stories

“ Vittorio? Who the hell is that?” “ Dante Ricciardi's junior brother. The ruthless underboss of the Ricciardi family.”

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.

he said flatly, lifting a glass of whiskey to his mouth. Ice clinked as his fingers shifted. I couldn’t help noticing the small, bleeding cuts across his knuckles... and remembering what that man’s face looked like afterward. Goddess, Lorenzo was a sexy brute. “That’s me… Victoria Bian… Greco” I answered, standing there like I was in an interview. “About last night…” “The first time, you didn’t think the Greco family was worthy. You were too ‘precious,’” he cut in coldly, one dark brow lifting.

“The one Vito took away from Madrid only to be bound by a contract to the Don. Isn’t that hilarious? “Or should I say… Nella Macini now?” He teased. I didn’t flinch. I’m sure he’s trying to get on my nerves. I met his stare — my storm-grey eyes to his cold dark ones. "Nella", I said. “That’s all you need to know.” Rico’s smile grew. “Feisty. Vito always did have good taste.” Giovanni’s grip on my thigh turned bruising. “Say what you came to say, Rico,” he said.

he asked, his voice sounding deceptively casual. “Why…?” I asked, curious and slightly amused. “Your turn, doll. What’s my full name?” he repeated, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. “Vito Marino,” I answered. “Wait… what?” My mouth dropped open as realization hit, and Vito chuckled softly, his eyes dancing with amusement at my reaction. “Vito Marino… Grand Palazzo Marino… there’s Marino in both,” he said, letting the words linger between us. “Do you see the connection, doll?”

“Because I’m a bad person.” “No, you’re not.” Would you still think the same, if I kill the man you love? * “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Vito greeted me. He’s the boss of the bosses. There was no hostility. Either he’s good at pretending friends or he doesn’t know what his minions are up to.

He seemed to be in a a haste and was reading the Chapters of the Bible with speed as if someone had been chasing him. "Do you Vincent Vincenzo, take Eleanorah Cortessi as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to..... "he wanted to complete but stopped immediately when he saw the Mafia Lord cast an angry glow at him. " I do and you know that. If I didn't, she wouldn't be here today and you wouldn't be here either" he floated at him and then turned to face Eleanorah. " I do accept to take you as my wife for a year, Eleanorah Cortessi. My lawfully wedded wife" he added with a sinister smirk at the end of his lips.

Alessandro and Draco stood there baffled at their childish wife and girlfriend behaviour. They looked at each other and shook hands with no expression on their face. "Hello, I am Draco Blackwood. Welcome to my home." "Hello, Alessandro Williams. Thank you." Sabrina wasn't surprised at his fake surname. He use this surname "Williams" in business world. One of many reasons people recognise him as the CEO and not as "Alessandro Kingston" the mafia leader of California. "Hello, I am Lily Harrison." Lily said as he shook hand with Alessandro. Alessandro passed her the bouquet and she smiled delightfully.

The top of my head barely reaches his armpits unlike Lucas. "Alessandro Vito Lombardi." He responds blankly, reaching out his hand to me. I tentatively extend my hand to his, the warm skin of his hand wrapping around mine, little tingles meeting where his skin touches mine. His hand is warm, and the callouses on his hands rub against the soft skin of mine. Wait. Vito Lombardi as in... Vito enterprises. As in... the richest man in both America and Italy... The ruthless Billionare....that Vito Lombardi. Oh god. Why? Why me?

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.