Vito Basso Novels & Stories

He instructed the driver and closed the door. The ride to the restaurant was quiet, the only sound was the soft music playing on the speakers. “Say you won’t let go.” Vito hummed as he sang along to James Arthur’s song. “James Arthur? Really.” I asked, surprised to hear him singing along to the soft rock artist. “I’m not allowed to listen to James Arthur?” Vito’s soft whisper caught my ears. “I guess I just didn’t expect it. With the type of person you are.” “What type of person am I?” There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

The guy is convulsing, saliva and bile spilling from his mouth as he grins maniacally at us all. "You'll never see it coming. You've got no chance." He spits out painfully before coughing up more bile, shaking violently in Levi's arms and then going limp. "Fuck." Levi yells, checking the mans pulse and Harrison, the Beta from Summer Valley screams something unintelligible while punching the cell wall. "What happened?" I look from the dead rogue on the floor, to the other one, equally as dead, blood and foamy green spit falling from his mouth as he hangs from his chains on the wall.

He then slammed the table hard when the worst images flickered across his mind—his tesoro and piccolo. Vincenzo was a ferocious beast. When he was the underboss, before Rico, he had murdered over 200 people and he would often freeze his victim so the time of death was difficult to determine and this was what earned him the nickname 'The Iceman'. Xavier had never acknowledged his way of doing things but Vincenzo was good at what he did and it earned him the title, until he decided that he wanted his own empire.

Eisenhower point at her to explain the Bernoulli's Principle. Natasha was placing her books on her desk and moving to her seat when somebody else beat her to it. "What do you want, Bianca?" she started, with a hint of annoyance. The girl named Bianca was seated in Natasha's place with her long exposed legs crossed over each other from outside the seat. Bianca Synclair-or as she was popular known; 'Queen B' . She was tall with dark brown hair and green eyes that always seemed to be in a fight with the heavy mascara she wore everyday but she was really pretty though and a bit of a self-righteous arrogant attitude, which of course was an understatement.

My eyes followed the thin trail of hairs down to his abs and I tried to stop my desire but the mere sight of his sculpted stomach was driving my hormonal body crazy. I was practically drooling as my eyes went even further and looked at the highly defined v line, or as Jessalyn liked to call it, “penis pointers”. I wondered what lay beneath the simple sweatpants that he was wearing and if it weren't for the fact that I felt his hand moving down to my ass, I would've gotten lost in thoughts.

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“I’m not feeling well either. I think I’d like to go home.” Alex tried to hold back his laughter. “Did you hear that, sir?” The subordinate frowned. His expression was slightly displeased. “Mr. Vittorio, do you know what my boss wants to talk about?” “I don’t know,” Dante replied casually. The subordinate finally snorted. “Fine. I’ll let Mr. Verga know.” The man turned and headed back to his car. Alex finally chuckled. “What was Alfonso thinking? Does he think you’re going to get out of the car and meet the man who has wanted to kill you so many times?”

"Damm you're good. And Chrissy's?" "Umm....January 8.... I think." "Yep. Jianan's?" "November 20." "Geovanni?" "I have no idea!" "It's February 28. Favorite music, celebrity, profession, favourite food and drink?" "Rap or pop, Mariano Di Vaio, model, pancakes and tropical fruit smoothies. You?" "Anything that sounds good, no one in particular, boss of a deadly mafia, anything edible and LLB!" "You kidding? You love Lime Lemon and Bitters?"

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

Vito looked straight at her and said in a low voice, "We have known each other for so long." "Really? How can't I recall it?" Suzanne sneered. "Mr. Brown, you'd better go back and spend some time with your girlfriend! Otherwise, she'll accuse me of shamelessly hooking up with her boyfriend." Seeing Suzanne walk around him, Vito's eyes darkened and he seemed a little unhappy. He stretched out his hand to grab her, but he didn't expect that his wrist would be caught by someone in mid-air. The strength was so great that he frowned.