Vito Basso Novels & Stories

Vito and I had been giving each other the silent treatment for three days, and he never once reached out. With the Family’s enemies hunting me, I hid under a bridge and called him. “Vito, the Colombos are after me. Can you come save me?” Vito said coldly, “Antonia, are you playing the victim again? “I’m in the middle of a Family meeting. Don’t bother me!” The footsteps outside the bridge came closer. I said quietly, “I’m not lying.” He scoffed. “Fine. Wait for me, then.” I curled up under the bridge. The Colombos’ men shot me in the chest. Right up until my breathing stopped, Vito never came...

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

“But it seems to me that she is carrying an Alpha blood.” “You…” “Alpha Dante D’Angelo, my mate, Valerie Morozov.” He said, looking down at me. “Put the knife down, Valerie. You are going to end up hurting more than just yourself with these stupid reflexes that you’re having…”

Bas said as he smiled at me. "Yes, this is Juno, my assistant. Juno, this is Bastien Antione, my dear friend and brother, he assists his elder brother, the head of the silver blades in handling the affairs of their group. We've been business partners for quite some time now" Vito clarified. And turning to the lady. “This is Coralie, his younger sister,” Vito continued. "You just can't admit that we're friends also, can you?" She said and Vito simply just smiled.

His right hand rested on his thigh, ready to take his gun out. "Liam Rodriguez," Vincent Vitale got on his feet and stuck out his hand. A broad smile greeted him. His expression was schooled, his intense gaze settled on him as he took his hand and gripped it tightly. He wanted his neck instead of his hand. Vincent smirked again, "He's my consigliere, Dominik Giordano, Peter Alo." gesturing with his hand.

A knot of fear twisted in my stomach. I clutched the sides of my seat, my knuckles turning white, as the words from the man seated with Salvatore reached my ears. "That's two hundred and seventy pounds of pure muscle trained for smashing skulls," he chuckled, a sinister laugh echoing in the air, "I've been training him for years for this day." I found myself holding my breath, a silent prayer for Vincenzo echoing in my mind. "Who is that?" I asked Adriano. "That's Sotto DiFato, the one who helped Luciano and betrayed our grandfather so he could get the power over Indianapolis," Adriano clenched his jaw as hatred seeped into his words, "And in the ring is his number one fighter, Bruto."

"Nоthіng, I wіll tell hіm myself, Vіtо." Wе wаlkеd over tо the bаr where my оld Sarge wаѕ ѕtаndіng and I made thе іntrоduсtіоnѕ. "Vito this is Sеrgеаnt Major John MсMаhоn, twenty years іn thе Marines. Followed by thіrtу уеаrѕ іn Cоrrесtіоnѕ, retiring as a Sеrgеаnt. Sergeant Mаjоr, thіѕ іѕ Vіtо Salvatore.

I once thought I'd marry him, I loved him, I still do, but I am not in love with him, and he is forever bound to Belle Valentino. I am sitting upright on my bed, staring at his name as it flashes through my screen, repeatedly. Relectantly, I pick it up. "Baby." He says, and I grin, immediately switching it to face time. "Marcello." I laugh. Damain Marcello Mikealson is a very handsome italian man, perfect but weighed by past love and trauma. One of the things we all share is Trauma. "Clementine," He grins childishly. "How is London?"

But as he reached to yank a glass from the counter, Vito's voice had him halting, "Have Patience; this isn't the punch line. Tell him about Adler Domenico." Victor frowned, turning to the sight of Vito, whose countenance showed repressed rage. The calm tone was a dress-up; Vito was about to plant a bullet in his skull. "Adler Domenico, alias the Reaper, can be likened to Vito Vaviotti, embodying his influence and authority, but as a drug lord." Victor's patience wore thin, "Cut to the chase; I've got places to be, not time to listen to your boasting."

"You don't know what you are saying Zoya, Vito is-" I cut Vittoria off, waving my hands frantically "Vito is rich, he's your boss and I know he's Benito's stepbrother but he's my only escape. I can't turn to Benito and I can't take help from this man." I pointed at my stalker. "But Vito Castellano is actually–" "It's alright, Vito Castellano is a far more better option than I am. Like you said I am a small town thug but Vito is a boss, he's everything I am not so it's okay, you can go to him." Mr stalker said.