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.

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.

Who does he think he is? "I hate it," he began in a dead tone, "when you raise your voice and swear. I don't want to repeat myself, Nastassia." My jaw dropped to the floor, "excuse me? Who here just found out that they're engaged to their Godfather? Who here just found out that that they're getting married to some fuc-!" I let out a shocked gasp for air as Octavious suddenly wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled my body to his with such speed and strength, that in a millisecond my face was a half inch from his as he gave me a sharp look.

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.

Reporters took photos of them quarreling in the restaurant the day before yesterday, and then Vito left angrily. The report said that it was very likely that Vito had broken up with Rae. It implicitly indicated that Vito was about to become one of the shareholders of Poli Bona, and he would also go to the ER Company Headquarters Poli Bona to be the vice president, so his value would rise more than ten times. The whole report was particularly sharp, criticizing Vito unceremoniously, saying that he was likely to abandon Rae because of his social status problems, guessing that he might have another new girlfriend.

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.

She sits at one of the tables, sipping what appears to be a martini, and her face contorts in disgust after her first sip. I chuckle, tilting my head as I observe her. She wears a sash, but due to the distance and dim lighting, I am unable to decipher its inscription. "Gelo," I utter, the name of my beta. "I desire to know the message on her sash." Gelo chuckles next to me, catching my eye. "It's her twenty-second birthday. Her sash says to buy her a drink. I've sent you, her details." My phone vibrates a moment later. I pull it out of my pocket, her username shining brightly on the screen. The temptation to ignore this perfect chance tugs at me, but I can't resist the mystery of the unknown

The kiss deepened, years of familiarity blending with a quiet hunger that had never truly faded. Soraya’s fingers curled into his shirt as Vittorio lifted her effortlessly, her soft gasp swallowed by his mouth. Despite his age, his strength was undeniable—his energy unmatched by men far younger than him. Vittorio Vitelli was power incarnate. The former Italian don still carried authority in every movement, every touch, every breath he took.

I whispered, shame flooding my body. “Good. Your focus should be on God, not men.” He paused. “Especially not Mr. Moretti.” I nodded, fleeing from the room on shaky legs. As if the day couldn't get any worse. We were about to have dinner with everyone already seated and Father Antonio droning prayers when Mr. Vito walked in. This time he wore a crisp white shirt pulled at the arms to show off the array of colorful tattoos and black slacks. He took the empty seat right beside me without even asking. His thick warm thigh pressed against mine under the table.