Vongola Novels & Stories

Therefore, then that wolvire can be placed into headquarters for tighter security. Signed, Rokan Allegro, Indonesian High Management ___________

A man in a crisp black affluent suit stood above me, with a business smile hanging on his otherwise crafty face. Vincenzo Volonte. The Big V. “This is Vincenzo Volonte, Mr. Giannini’s Personal Assistant. You must be Ms. Astor.” The prominent Italian accent and piercing-eagle inspection still me in front of his extended hand. Personal Assistant, huh?

Sara reported. “Hugo is at work. He works until four or five on Fridays normally,” Rocco said once we stepped outside. “Where does he work?” I asked. “A brothel near Calabogie.” “I know it,” I said, looking at Sara. “You’re free to go.” I turned to Rocco, undoing my alpha aura. We got back into the car and drove just over a half hour to get to Hugo’s place of work. I was familiar with it as that was where we got our wolfsbane darts supply, which would explain how the rogue was able to obtain them.

Forever. “There’s something much more important, Norah.” She straightens up in her chair and I look around. We’re seated at the outer part of the bar, under a large umbrella and occupying a cute wooden round table. I don’t think we should be talking about all of this literally just beside the street. But the weather is nice today and we both want to enjoy it without worrying about nosy strangers. “Well, the chief revealed that Mark was actually poisoned with the belladonna extract you gave me that night. And Oliver’s fingerprints were found on the vile,” I explain.

Dante said calmly “I believe that we have organized it well enough for you to be satisfied alongside the other partners, shareholders, and ‘friends’. Don’t worry, we won’t have a sniper pointed at you, by the way” Giovanni clenched his fist, but said nothing as he took a step back, followed by another man, and judging by Leo and Aunt Gabriella’s glares, I could tell that it was Mattia. The men walked toward a table, and nodding at the bartender, the man brought them two glasses.

Alessandro walked towards the torture bunker while waiting for his enforcer, Romero. He knew the man would be back very soon and the thought that he was coming with a Russian spy made his skin crawl with excitement, he had no idea how she managed to get to Romero but the game has just begun. if they thought he was capo for being this stupid then they need to think again, this man wasn’t someone they could mess with. This man is Alessandro Russo.

Titus told his boss about the sources which were provided by his personal investigator who is expert in getting confidential information. Viso D’angelo, the Capo of the ‘Le Aquile’ who had his eyes closed, opened them slowly and looked at his right-hand man. He arched his perfect brow at Titus and smirked. "And they will fuck around with my Dock." He mused in a dark voice. A malicious smile greeted his lips as He nodded. Titus thinned his lips in acknowledgement.

Alvin trailed off. "So who's more powerful? You or him?" Wade asked Vincenzo. "They haven't clash yet. So it's hard to say," Marcello said. "Then let's go to Calabria. Don't say no, Vincenzo. We're basically a couple now," Wade waved the wedding ring in front of Vincenzo. Vincenzo sighed. "Gianpaolo De Santis, the don of the N'drangheta isn't someone to overlook,"

But every time I saw someone like him, they were either too short or too lean to be Luciano. Where the hell was he? "Okay, Alora, where do you want us to start?" Vittoria's voice rang close to my ears. I jumped, startled, as I hadn’t expected her to speak, and she narrowed her brows at me. Oh, come on, Alora, you had to be more careful. You couldn’t allow her to suspect you. She was the underboss of the Italian Mafia, for goodness’ sake. "Over there." I pointed to a random section, not even knowing what was there.

ALESSANDRO “Okay, back to the business at hand,” I stopped all this bird flipping. “Do we have any update on fucking Calvino and what he is doing?” Giovanni grabbed his glass and took a drink. “I have a little bit more detail on the Romano connection to the trafficking.” Giovanni, or the Wolf, as we called him, had an unkeen way of finding out details on everything and everyone. We called him the Wolf because the bastard had the instincts of a wolf. He was highly intelligent, sometimes a loner, dominant, but above all loyal.