Vongola Novels & Stories

Two huge dark figures approached in the dark and then stepped into the house, his personal bodyguards. I liked to call them Peanut Butter and Jelly, because they’re always together and they go well together. Listen, I was depressed and they fascinated me because they were huge. They didn’t make eye contact, they didn’t talk, until they stepped aside and Octavious entered. When he did, a rush of cold wind blew into the house and Octavious’ eyes casually glanced around the place. Octavious had on full black today, a black trench coat, black leather gloves, black Capone, black shoes…just black.

"Sir, I have heard about a new gang that has lately been too effective in Southeast Italy" Vincent frowned. "What is their name?" "The Scorpions. I have heard that despite being a newbie they plan and make their moves like a pro. Recently they have robbed around two thousand banks and killed all the secret agents, cops and even the spies of the Italy's intelligence agency. Everyone is in shock as to how come they can even recognise them. The country's intelligence agency had shared the latest information about this gang. The gang becomes active only at night but makes his secretive and fatal move. They love bloodthirst like vampires as they would kill their enemies in the most inhuman and me

“It’s a lucrative piece of a larger puzzle. You should know by now that the Mafia makes the world go round. Influence by any means—money, blackmail, and force. Secrets are worth more than money, and the Ferrante are better at secrets than any other.” He wasn’t wrong there. “Any other what?” “Family. Organization.” “What other families are around?” I asked. It was me throwing out a lure, to see if he really didn’t know who I was. “Our number one enemy is Vitale.” I tried not to react to the name, especially when enemy was thrown in front of it. “I’ve heard that name before.” He nodded. “They are well known. I’m sure you heard it on the news. Their leader, Laureano Vitale, is old school.”

He brought his eagle-head staff with him, put on his white designer's hat, and he exited his room quickly. He rode his new white revolver car he bought with the help of Connor Torres, his Capo Bastone in Mirage. He rode and reached an address that was sent to him by the Mirage Council. It is the address of a man named Monte Silva. He is an Italian descent that resides in New York for 5 years. He is the 3rd Capo of a particular family, Saint's next target. The De Rossi Family.

She picked it up and dialed a number, and tapped her foot on the floor impatiently. “Victor” she said into the phone. “Meg dear, I was just about to call you”. “We hit a little bump in the road and you won’t be able to get your supply”. “Don’t worry about it darling. I already closed the deal with someone?” “Who?!” she yelled in rage. “I don’t know the name of the gang. Maybe…..” “Red Dawn?” she asked her eyes wide with anger. “I don’t know Megumi, They weren’t forthcoming with the details”.

The caller ID tells me it's Frankie and I pinch the bridge of my nose because I have a feeling he’s calling with bad news. Classic fucking Frankie. “I’m on my way,” I say, and don’t even wait for him to answer before I put the phone down again. But when I open the front door to walk to the armored Bentayga, I wish I fucking listened to him. On my doorstep is Vito, along with the three Camorra heads: Sal ‘Snake-Eyes’ Bianchi, Aldo ‘Fats’ Colombo, and Vinny ‘The Sandman’ Ricci. Older generation scumbags with shitty nicknames and too much fucking power if you ask me.

he said, and I rolled my eyes. "Sadly, I am not the rest. I am Adrianna, in case you don't know my name yet!" I said, and it seemed to annoy him more. "Getting mad doesn't suit you, Vincenzo, it makes you look like an old grumpy grandpa."I earned another warning glare. "Don't glare at me, hoping that I will be afraid of you. I will remind you that once more," I said, and he sighed. "Anyways, forget about the Italian Mafia leader wanting me. Actually,I am right in front of him and I wonder why he is not even trying to capture me," I said with a grin making him chuckle.

Silence hung heavy in the air. The Gambinos. One of the most ruthless mafia families in the United States. Politically connected, powerful beyond reason. Their hands were in everything—bombings, assassinations, blackmail. If they wanted something, they took it. Dante exhaled slowly, eyes darkening. “So the Vitallos were just puppets.” It made sense now. The pieces clicked into place. “They want something from me,” Dante muttered, lighting a cigar with a steady hand, though his blood simmered with rage. “I know what it is.”

I was angry at myself for kissing Natalie. I was angry at her for kissing back. I was angry at Diego for interrupting us. I stared at the troubled expression on Diego’s face and immediately realised that whatever he was going to say next would only get me more upset. “Alpha Vincenzo has been killed “, he said.

* * * * * * * * * * PD Luciana wandered through the villa's garden, the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass filling her lungs. But her mind wasn't on the serene surroundings. Alessandro's words echoed in her thoughts; "Antonio's family is Mafia... they're ruthless. They'll stop at nothing to get what they want." She shivered, despite the warmth of the sun on her skin. The Mafia's reputation was notorious - brutal killings, extortion, and corruption. They operated in the shadows, and their influence reached the highest echelons of power.