Vito Basso Novels & Stories

Her dad asked, apparently intent on being difficult. “You know full well how I know Lorenzo,” Lilith said. “He’s my boss. For my internship. And Lex is his brother.” “Lorenzo Casello is the CEO of VI Tech” her dad said. “That should make him the boss of your boss of your boss — and on down.” “Several more bosses, in fact,” Enzo said, straightening his sweater as he stood. He was taller than her dad, and in their tiny living room, he seemed to take up a ton of space.

Warrior Robbie “You fucking what!” I bellow unable to rein in my anger. I don’t mean to blurt the words out, but Nick gave me the reins of control here, so I’m just going to go with it. “They have my mate.” Alberto huffs out as his body appears to relax. Is he relieved that he told us? My reaction to his words is to call bullshit but something inside of me holds me back. I think Nick was right to want to listen to him before acting because, while I’m not sure if he’s 100% telling me the truth, I’m also not sure that he isn’t.

"Giordano! Her brother owns Argentis? They control over half our military shipping routes!" Giordano didn't answer her. The glass of whiskey in his hand rattled violently as his grip tightened, his knuckles turning stark white. His jaw twitched as he watched Vito calmly take the microphone at the center podium. Vito stood beneath the blinding white spotlights, radiating a quiet, absolute authority that commanded the entire room. He adjusted the lapels of his midnight-blue tuxedo, holding the heavy crystal award at his side. He didn't look like a hidden relative playing catch-up; he looked like a king claiming his throne.

“I wanna ask something.” “Don’t make it too complicated to answer,” she said giving me a worried expression. “Don’t worry, it’s just simple.” “Okay, spill.” “What kind of a being is Angelo?”

"We are hoping to have an answer. We will try to acquire an interview with CEO Timothy Petrov soon" "In addition, the handsome bachelor was seen with the celebrity socialite Miss Sophia Saunters as they came out of the private hangar of the Petrov family" "Curious eyes of the public are now focused on the handsome heir who arrives with the very beautiful and sophisticated Miss Saunters. As we all know, Alek Vasili Wright grew up in front of the public's curious eyes. Son of the famous international model and fashion designer, Alexzia Montes-Wright, Alek Vasili was known for his exceptional criterion for women. Alexzia Montes-Wright has set an unattainable standard for her sons"

They were as homophobic as I was, yet they didn’t hesitate to show their perverted thoughts. “Eyes off him, old man.” Cristiano growled, tightening his grip on me. The man laughed, raising his hands up in defense before lowering his gaze on his drink. “So how may I help you, Vito?” He asked in a serious tone, gulping the whiskey with a hard gaze. “I wasn’t expecting you today.” “You weren’t, Castillo?” Cristiano mocked, resting his head on the crook of my neck, “We weren’t stopped by your men.”

My leg was cleaned and bandaged, and as usual, we were currently sitting in the Sforza Estate. “Us wolves and vampires have always managed to make allies of one another. Mattia is a friend’s son. When he passed away, I adopted the man as my own. He grew up with your mother when…” he looked at the door for a second, his eyes meeting Vieri’s before he chose to leave it there. “Anyhow, Mattia is like a son to me, and considering the fact that Bartolomeo left without telling you a lot; I believe that it is time for you to start understanding the danger that you are in.”

The man who seems to be in a state of hurt says to Louis, whilst I had to sit in the car a little shellshocked at what was happening and who I believe this man to me. “Vito, I have a question, is your fathers name Basilio by any chance?” I ask looking back down at the phone in my hand, sounding a little confused on the other end, Vito confirms he was. “Well, um, I’m looking at him.” I say opening up my car door and climbing out myself, where the man calling himself Basilio soon turns his attention to me.

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

I shot a glare at Bella and Ciro. "Hey, you confirmed what we said this morning," Bella said, holding her hands up. I raised my eyebrow and said, "Johnny, Johnny, oh yes, Johnny!" Vitoria screamed in a high-pitched tone. "First, I don’t sound like a dying whale, and second, nothing happened," I said, holding up two fingers. "Yeah, right. If nothing happened, then pigs will be flying outside, because your neck says otherwise," Ciro remarked, pointing at my hickey.