Vongola Novels & Stories

I heard his name was Valentino De Luca, he's Italian. "Mr. De Luca is here." We immediately got up from our seat to welcome him. The door opened and the man entered. My eyes widen and my breath got hitch. I turned to Franco who was as speechless as me. Valentino De Luca is Angelo Vander. Angelo Vander is Valentino De Luca. Angelo landed his eyes on me and he smirked. He turned to Franco smirking knowing that Franco didn't see it coming. If Angelo is Valentino De Luca then.. it means he's the Italian Billionaire who rumoured to be a part of ILLICIT.

Alessandro Emilio read the words again and again. Gold Stolen. His anger knew no bounds. He wanted to slay down all those who dared to cross him. Of course he had an idea who could it have done. The ICE. They were only Mafia in Mexico that would dare to do something as foolish as taking enmity with THE SCORPIONS. Federico Zack is the man who always wanted take lead in Mexico but as long as Alessandro is alive, he and his gang ‘ICE’ will never be recognised.

’ I screamed deep down without wanting to draw rapid conclusions. When I got to the seventeenth message, I discovered that it was Gladimir. In the chat, in one of the texts she addressed him as Gladimir but she saved his name as an errand boy. To my greatest surprise, even Gladimir chatted about drugs with her. My curiosity increased and I decided to read their old conversation I found a lot about Gladimir and his business. ‘Damn, I was a hostage of a Mafia Lord, -- a criminal!’

Well, shit. My first thought was to courier them back, so that I didn't have to come face to face with that guy. But the couriers didn't want to send something so expensive, in such a short distance. So I dug out his information from the public records and now, I was standing in front of the magnificent villa, pondering on the fact that I would have to face him again, contemplating, whether I should go inside or not. The word 'VICTORS' were curved on the iron gate beautifully in a neat cursive. A tall, stony statue of mammon stood proudly at one side and a giant lion on the other.

On the back of her sweet smile lies a devil bitch that I wanted to smash on the face. "I need you to do something for me again" I added. "What is it" he attentively listen. "I want you to threaten Helena. Make sure that Ildefonso will get concern about it" I smirk slowly form in my lips while imagining the scared look on Helena's face. A little fear will surely unfold the real things. "She's part of the Cosa Vescaria, if I haven't mentioned it to you" Enzo utter. Cosa Vescaria? So it means Helena and Vincer are on the same organization, Vincer is a Russo and Russo mobster is part of the three main clan in Cosa Vescaria.

Apollo, flanked by two bulky men in suits, kept his face blank as his eyes swept over the scene; guns piled like scrap metal, stacks of cash scattered across a table, the reek of oil and sweat clogging the air. He forced himself to look away when the boys nearby made eye contact. This was a world he had abandoned. A world he had no wish to return to. Still, he bit his tongue as he entered the back office. The room wasn’t an office at all; it was a den of sharks. Around a poker table sat the heads of five syndicates, laughing as cards slapped down and coins clinked. At the head sat Marco Vitale, better known as ‘El Falco’. In this world, nothing escaped this hawk’s gaze.

He said sternly, leaving no space for argument. I nodded, walking to the door and just as I held the knob..I paused. If I was going on a Mafia mission even though it was just delivering a letter, I needed to know who I was heading to. "And who might this be papa?" "Mr L'Angelo Morte." My eyes widened, and I swallowed. Why was everything revolving around this man! TBC

His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake. “I thought that we were meeting in the VVIP lounge?” Alessandro said, letting me know that the man was the Cartel. The other Alphas stood, but all of us ladies stayed in place. The Alphas took their turn in shaking hands with the Cartel, and though he smiled, welcomingly at them, I could tell that the devious expression on his face meant nothing more than a mutual alliance. Neither one of them was actually his friend, and I could tell by Alessandro’s body language that the feeling was mutual.

Damon "Why is your accountant doing shady business?" I asked the one I called the bull. In reality, his name was Ricolletti. He was one of the seven barons or seven lords of the mafia city of Ofalia. He was one of the stronger ones and pulled in the most men in terms of workforce. He was the sort of man I shouldn't have as an enemy, but the man loved to antagonize me, and when I was pushed, I would push back.

My purpose here is clear: to reclaim what rightfully belongs to me. My name is Nikolai Fedorov, a seasoned assassin who has faithfully served the Bratva for countless years. Renowned for my exceptional skills and unyielding brutality, I have earned a fearsome reputation among our ranks. Having held the esteemed title of Vor within the London Bratva, I now find myself in Chicago, prepared to assume the mantle of Vor for the esteemed Chicago Bratva. As Vor, I bear the weighty responsibility of maintaining order and ensuring strict adherence to the Bratva’s unwavering code of conduct.